Thunder King

Tyrone escaped from the situation behind the building, where he'd stashed the suit a little while before. He'd hoped he wouldn't have to use it, but, here he was. The creature crawled out from it's hiding place and pooled at his feet in an almost ooze-like form. As soon as he stepped into the center of it, though, it came alive. Tendrils of forest green shot up from beneath him, coating his body in a thick layer. Then pieces shuffled into place, forming plates. Finally, plates shifted into place around his face and head, obscuring his features and revealing only a pair of red eyes. He gazed up at the wall in front of him as his hands shifted into claws. With a growl, he leaped forward onto the wall and climbed straight up it. Not losing momentum, he propelled himself forward the moment his feet hit the roof, sending him hurling forward and over the building. He hit the ground with a resounding thud, using his right hand to steady himself before pulling himself to his near seven foot height. The suit was forest green and shined like an insect's shell. There was no outward indication that a human was inside it, nor even that it was a suit. He said nothing, preferring to let his presence do the talking.

17 for initiative

26 for Notice

Tyrone instantly realized something was wrong. And excused himself from the conversation to go see what was happening. He wanted to make sure there was something worth suiting up for, before he chose to suit up. He kept the suit nearby at all times, and it would take but a moment to retrieve it. He just hoped he didn't have to use it.

Crimson Tiger >Rough and Tumble >Red Sky at Night Solar Sentinel >The Man who Fell to Earth

"We're working through tentative ideas right now. Nothing especially exciting or interesting, I'm afraid. I"There's a clinical trial going on right now dealing with how serotonin and sleep deprivation interact. We're hoping to deliver a report next year on the results. I've seen more than my fair share of burn victims, so anything that can expedite that process is definitely a good thing." He nodded. "It's always good when you realize that your work is actually helping people. That's half the reason I went into medicine. That and an excuse to call myself 'Dr Mendoza.'" He said with a grin.

"Nice to meet you too, Dr. Steel." Tyrone said, shaking her hand. "I'm working over at FCU in the medical research department." He said, not wanting to mention his work at the clinic in the Fens. He didn't want to come across the wrong way. "Very busy, yeah." he said, chuckling. "If I wanted a low pressure job, I wouldn't have gone into medicine." It was true, he didn't know a single doctor that wasn't always busy. He liked being busy, though. "Grant, eh? You guys do good work over there." He said. It was hard to believe, looking at all the students, that he was once so young and nervous. Not that he wasn't nervous from time to time, of course. "Anything ground breaking in the works today, or is that all hush hush?" He said with a grin and a twinkle in his eye.

Tyrone spotted Dr. Wilhelm talking to a woman he'd never met, and, wanting to speak to someone he knew, decided to go say hi. He walked up to Dr. Wilhelm and nodded, waiting patiently for a moment to speak. "Hello, Dr. Wilhelm. A pleasure to see you again. Nice turn-out here." He said, glancing around the room at people talking. Wilhelm's studies in metahuman biology were fascinating to him, and as far as Tyrone was concerned, men like Wilhelm were half the reason he moved to Freedom City in the first place. He worked for Wilhelm briefly, making the rounds with him and learning what he could from him. Even now, on his own, he still felt like a student standing next to more experienced doctors.

Tyrone had been on the campus of HIT only once before, so this was a bit of a treat for him. He was always interested in the growth of medical science, so he was excited to be there. He wore a charcoal gray suit that suited his dark complexion. He wasn't the type to be showy or ostentatious, but he felt it was necessary to dress for success. As a doctor who'd gone into medicine to help people instead of make money, he found himself somewhat on the low end of the social and economic strata of the attendees. That didn't even come to mind, as he was too busy scoping out new ideas and new biochemical innovations. Yes, today was shaping up to be a good day.

"Sure, that's not a problem!" She said with a nod. "I'd be glad to help out." She was a bit amused to see Revenant pick up the goons as effortlessly as she did. It seemed that Crimson Tiger wasn't the only female hero who was stronger than she looked. She hoped that Revenant could fight as well as her strength indicated. After all, she might actually get challenged by someone in a fight.

Crimson Tiger knew what was happening the moment the ship picked up speed. There was absolutely no way she was going to let it hurt anyone. She bolted for the door into the ship and down to the decks below. When the first sailor was there to greet her, wrench in hand, she didn't even slow down, instead slamming her fist into his chest and sending him flipping over and onto the ground. She turned down a hallway and spotted a man with a knife, seemingly there to try and stop her. She spotted a metal pipe over his head and jumped to grab it, bringing her knee forward and slamming it into his face as she let go and kept running. Something about the way he held the knife suggested that he'd been trained in it's use, but she could see where someone who used to be in the military might end up as a professional sailor. Moments later, she spotted two men standing in the hallway, and she wondered why any of them honestly thought they could slow her down. Rather than jumping over or through them, she dove between them, sliding baseball style between them. They turned around in surprise just as she got to her feet and delivered a swift roundhouse kick to both of their heads. She turned around again and made it a little farther down the hallway. A split second before it struck her, she jumped back out of the way of a knife. Apparently, he'd heard her coming and had decided to try and sneak attack her. She grabbed his outstretched arm by the wrist and slammed her palm into his elbow, popping it out of socket and forcing him to drop the knife. Then she kicked him hard in the chest, falling to the floor below. Then, a few moments later, she spotted a rather towering and imposing man who seemed to be holding a piece of metal pipe. He readied it as if to take a swing the moment she got close enough. She paused for a split second, considering her tactical options given her current foe. She decided on the most surprising option, and charged straight at him. He swung overhead and she sidestepped it. She delivered a fierce hook to the right side, and then the left, followed by the right again before slamming her fist directly into his jaw. He lifted off of his feet and crashed to the floor. She ran over him, and took off again, trying to listen for where the engine might be. As she ran she wondered why a ship would have so many professionally trained people, and why did two of them have military grade knives on a non-military ship?

Crimson Tiger's placing a higher priority on saving lives than stopping the villain, so she's going to try and find the engine to stop it.

I am not alone. I'm writing this down, because if I don't I might forget it. So here goes; Last night, I had a dream that four colored fires were hurling towards the Earth at me. It was like watching multicolored falling stars. Green, Red, Yellow, Purple. Fire like mine, like my power. In my dream I watched as four beings made of fire rushed through the atmosphere at me. I watched as they attacked me and each other. We battled through the city, but I didn't understand why. As one of them struck the other dead, I saw a fire floating in mid-air, like a little ball of stationary fire. Then, the victor grabbed the flame with his or her bare hand and claimed their power. I then understood; they were fighting over the fires. You can have more than one. I know now, that I am not alone. I know that the power I have is far greater than I imagined it to be, and that it isn't unique. I know that there are five of them. I know that the last fire has been taken by someone, somewhere. If I know they exist, then they must know that I exist. I know now, that they are coming for me. I know that at least one of them wants to kill the rest and steal their power. They're going to fight a war, and Earth is their intended battlefield. I will be ready.

An excuse to use her new build would be nice, but I don't really mind either way

Mali's in. Sounds like something she'd do

Solar Sentinel stared at the huge, lumbering ship. He had no idea what it was doing, and no idea why it was there. He couldn't very well just attack it, but he certainly could not permit it to harm the creatures. So, he elected to hover there, watching to see what the ship would do. If it took any action, he'd be ready in case it was trying to harm the magnificent creatures.

Crimson Tiger raised her arms, cooperating nice with the police. "Glad you got here, officers." She said, keeping her hands in the air. "I'm Crimson Tiger, and I was trying to figure out what was going on with the fight ring here." She hoped that the cops wouldn't decide to arrest everyone. She felt proud of herself, having helped talk the crowd of people into accepting arrest rather than trying to run for it. A nonviolent solution, and all that. Beating on people who can't put up much of a fight wouldn't have been any fun anyway.

Mali froze. She...nearly killed him. She remembered what happened with Steel Shrike, how he almost died. For the first time in a very long time, she hesitated. She didn't move, just stared at the wires in his neck. She almost screamed, almost freaked out completely. She managed to keep herself from doing -that-, but she couldn't make herself act. She couldn't even make herself attack the other target. She just stood there, she hoped he was going to be okay. Bad guy or not, she wasn't going to kill anyone.

Crimson TIger's...gonna have a minor freakout here. This is similar to something she dealt with previously. She accidentally nearly killed the robotic hero Steel Shrike, and as far as she can tell, Freebooter's like him, an intelligent, self-aware robot. SO instead of attacking, she's going to freak out.

"Look, guys. It's not a question of whether or not you'll end up arrested. You definitely will be. I'm a superhero, kicking bad guy ass is kind of what I do. You folks would just be a speed bump, not a challenge. The question you guys have to ask yourselves instead is whether or not you want to get arrested uninjured or in tremendous pain." She crossed her arms and did her best to look intimidating. Of course, she wasn't all that tall, and her voice wasn't all that deep, but she really, really hoped they'd just give in quietly and pay attention to her warning.

"Can't say I've ever done it before, but I suppose our line o' work isn't always predictable. I'm a recent returnee myself. I was in space for a very long time before I came back home to Earth. Was very strange to see everything so different when I got back, too. Talking pictures hadn't been invented yet when I left, and I came back to high definition television." He was trying to relate to the young man who would probably experience a dizzying difference on the Earth, as he had. Perhaps not as extreme as his own. He also had nothing to do while they worked with the technology, but he knew that would pass. People didn't tend to kidnap Star Knights without some serious problems arising. He'd hold his weight then.

1. Gray 2. Captain Marvel 3. Diana Prince 4. Don't know 5. Baxter Building 6. Sub Mariner 7. Detective Comics 8. She-Ra 9. Doc Savage 10. two 11. Arthur Curry 12. Green Lantern 13. Luke Cage 14. Captain Marvel 15. Scott Summers and Madelyne Pryor technically, though Jean Grey genetically 16. Gold 17. Speedy 18. The Man Without Fear 19. The Shadow

30 ought to do it, lol

Rolling for Galactic Lore on the ship, got a 20

Crimson Tiger was tired of this wannabe pirate idiot. She stepped up to him and landed a solid hit on his jaw, knocking him silly. It took a bit to get a sense for his rhythm and body movements, but now she had him and knew what sort of things he liked to do. "Look, we've all seen Pirates of the Carribean, and everybody thinks Jack Sparrow is awesome, but c'mon, man, it's not worth making yourself a super-villain for!" She hoped, briefly, that he might at least be a little distracted, but at least he seemed a little punch drunk from her hit.