Thunder King

"Oh, I, well..." His brain just shut down for a second. She was almost larger than life, so to speak. "I specialize in computers and technology. Apparently when I got my powers, it gave me super-intelligence, so..." He was rambling. He looked to find Citizen and decided he'd better start picking up robot parts. Luckily, he was a fast flyer, so that wouldn't take him very long. Still, he wondered what had happened here. Why was there an attack like this? What was going on? He thought about it all while flying over to pick up miscellaneous robot parts.

Voltage set about cleaning up various robot parts. He tried his best to stay out of the way of people. Not that he disliked people, but he wasn't a crowd control type of guy. He preferred staying quiet and cleaning up. Still, he wasn't going to simply ignore the various heroes that had also, luckily arrived to help, even though he hadn't spoken to any of them. He decided to make his way over to Miss Americana and try to offer his assistance. "Hello, Ma'am..." He said, trying to be polite. "Name's Voltage. I'd like to help in any way I can." He said. He didn't have any especially useful skills. He couldn't treat the wounded, for example. Using his magnetic control would help...except for concert equipment, which would certainly not react well to a sudden magnetic field. He was supposed to be incredibly smart...he needed to start acting like it.

Voltage nearly slapped his forehead. Not only was he dangerous, he was a delusional idiot. To be dangerous was bad enough, to be a dangerous idiot was even worse. To be a dangerous, delusional idiot invited all sorts of problems. This guy had to be taken down before his idiocy got someone hurt, or killed. "I don't know who you are, or what you think you're doing..." Voltage said as his hands began to crackle. "But you're a danger to everyone around you, and I'm not going to let you simply get away!" The blast flew through the air and hit Curse right in the center of his chest, sending him reeling. It seemed as though Curse was still on his feet, but in no shape to take any offensive measures.

After struggling to find his rhythm, it seemed like Voltage had finally determined how best to fight the drones. For being super-intelligent, I'm not fighting with my head like I should... He mumbled to himself as he channeled electricity in his hands. He aimed carefully, sacrificing power for greater accuracy, and let the bolt of electricity fly. It seemed, however, that his greater accuracy had been a good investment. The drone collapsed in a heap, it's circuits fried. "Then again, why not stick with what works?" He turned and saw that, at least for the moment, the number of drones was beginning to shrink, and there were other heroes hard at work fighting them. It finally looked like this situation was starting to get under control.

26 to blast this guy, damage shifting for two That's a DC27 TOU save

Attack shifting for 2 in order to maximize the chance to hit...Heh, Voltage is tired of these drones, it seems That's a DC28 TOU save, assuming it hits.

PC Meet-Up Voltage and Crimson Tiger in... A Major Inconvenience Benjawan Mali growled. This was hardly a time for her computer to suddenly stop working right. Especially not when she had a report to write. She already hated writing reports. And, of course, her father had taken his laptop with him, and her mother didn't own one at all. Well, it was all she could do to get it repaired, as fast as possible. Thomas Morgan sat in the shop, bored to tears. This had been a long and thoroughly boring day. Long, and, boring. Luckily, he had an internet connection in his head. At the moment, he was scanning websites for news on the latest games and gadgets. His mind worked so quickly that he never had to look distracted. When the attractive young Asian woman entered the shop, he practically shouted for joy. She couldn't have been any older than nineteen, around his age. Still, she looked quite exasperated and, to Thomas, exasperated customers were desperate. He braced himself for an abrasive approach. “Hi, um, so...†She blinked for a moment. Gray hair, the guy had gray hair. He coudn't have been much older than she was. He had gray hair, it seemed. She shook her head a bit to rid herself of the cobwebs. Now was not the time for strange boys with gray hair, now was the time for computer repairs. “Hello, may I help you?†He offered helpfully. She suddenly smiled, a brilliant, warm smile. This wouldn't be so bad, he thought. “Yes, I've got no idea what happened to it, but it suddenly stopped working. I really, really need it repaired fast. I have a report to do. I know you may have other customers, but this is an emergency job. I'm prepared to pay extra if it'll help make sure...†“No need, Miss.†He smiled. “It's been a slow day, and I can probably get this fixed up in a moment.†“Oh, thank you!†She said, grateful. She could get that paper done by tonight after all. “Oh, yeah, I think you need this.†She said with a laugh and passed the laptop to him. He nodded and took the laptop gingerly from her hands. He opened it and hit the power button. Nothing. He looked mildly perturbed, this wasn't a simple software problem. Mali watched in amazement as the young man grabbed a screwdriver and got to work. With a surprising amount of precision and skill, he disassembled her laptop in seconds, laying the screws and parts aside in neat, organized sets. “Hmm...†He gave it a cursory examination. She didn't realize it, but he'd already deduced the problem when the system didn't turn on. It could either be the battery, or the power supply. One was an easy fix, the other not so easy. Suddenly, a man in a mask kicked the door open and drew a gun. Thomas backed up. This was not the moment for this, this was not the time for some idiot with a gun to burst into his shop. If it weren't for this customer, he could have arranged some trick. He instantly triggered the silent alarm with his mind, sending an alert to the police without doing or touching anything. A few moments later, he got the notification. Ten minutes. The police would arrive in ten minutes. Mali sighed inwardly. Great, first her computer broke, and now some idiot with a pistol was robbing a computer store! Who robs computer stores? She also realized that she was carrying a few hundred dollars in cash. Luckily, she always dressed down when going out. She also hoped the man wouldn't recognize how expensive his laptop was. Neither of the two feared for themselves, but rather each other. Thomas was fairly certain he could stall for time, or, at the very least, knock the man out without him realizing what really happened. And Mali, well, the man had gotten far too close to get a shot off on her before she disarmed him and knocked him silly. But Thomas was worried that the guy would take the poor girl hostage, and Mali was afraid that the man would shoot the guy behind the counter. “Give me all your money!†The man shouted, gesturing threateningly with the gun. “Sir, we have some money on hand...†Thomas admitted. They were insured, and they only had a couple hundred on hand. “But we don't have a lot.†It was the honest truth. “Open the cash register and back up, now.†He said. Thomas flipped the register open with a few quick presses and backed away. “You too, missy.†Mali backed up as well. She could probably have disarmed the guy and knocked him out by now, but she didn't want to risk the other guy's life. “Don't worry...†Thomas mouthed at Mali. “The police are on their way.†Mali blinked, how had he done that? Had he seen the man coming and decided to push some silent alarm button before he'd come in? If so, why not tell her? “Okay.†She mouthed back, somewhat relieved. As long as this guy didn't get stupid, both of them would get out safely. “Two hundred bucks?! I thought you guys sold computers and stuff, what the hell?†“Sir, the real cash is stored somewhere else.†Thomas said, cautiously. “Where?!†He growled. “I don't know, Sir.†Thomas said, lying through his teeth. There was a safe in the building that carried all large cash amounts. He and his father both had the combination, but this guy didn't need to know that. “Bull, you know, tell me.†The man clearly was not fooled. “Alright, Sir.†Thomas said. “There's a safe somewhere in the building, but I don't know the combination.†“I bet you do, young man like you? I bet you know exactly what the combination is. Either that, or you can figure it out.†He reached behind him and threw a short length of rope Thomas. “Tie the girl's hands behind her back, I'm watching you.†Thomas complied, honestly trying his best to tie her hands up. He figured that if she were bound, he'd assume she wasn't a threat and ignore her. That would enable him to figure out a way to disable him without her seeing him. Mali watched them enter the back room and grinned to herself. That guy was a heck of a computer repairman, but not very good with rope. With a little effort, she managed to break and escape the rope. She glanced towards where they went, and kicked off her shoes. Thomas was fiddling with the lock, trying to appear as if he was trying to remember the combination. Three minutes, they had three minutes left. He glanced up and spotted her long before the man did. Mali gave Thomas a bit of a wink, then suddenly WHAM, a punch to the back of the head. The man collapsed suddenly. Thomas blinked up at her, and she shrugged. “Self defense training. Daddy wanted to make sure his little girl could protect herself.†She grinned and Thomas couldn't help but smile back. He drew himself to his feet and dusted off his knees. “We...might want to make sure this guy isn't going to attack us when he wakes up.†Mali nodded. A short while later, and the police arrived to find a man tied up in computer cord, groggy and in noticeable pain. “This is where the armed robbery was, isn't it?†The officer asked, confused. “I punched him in the back of the head when he wasn't looking.†Mali said, nervously. The officer nodded. “Well, he matches the description for a guy we've been looking for for a while, so we'll go ahead and take you in. You may need to give a statement in court.†He nodded to the two young people. Both of them nodded as they watched the other officer try to untie the cable. “Uh, this cable...†He said. “Eh, it's surplus.†Thomas said, tossing the officer a folded pocket knife. “Go ahead and break it, no real loss.†The officer nodded and cut the cable, replacing it with actual handcuffs. A few minutes later, they'd both given statements as to what happened, and Thomas was back to work on her computer. “No charge, Miss.†He said with a smile. “Call me Mali.†She smiled and sat down to watch him work. “Name's Thomas.†He said. “Hmm, power supply is dead. Could be a bit of a problem. Normally I'd have to ask you to wait a few days while I tried to order a replacement. Then I'd have to do some extensive testing, and...†He glanced up to see her crestfallen face. “But...I...†“I said, 'normally'. However, you saved my life, and my father a lot of money, so...†He dashed into the back room and grabbed a bunch of stuff. His mind scanned for the exact specifications for this laptop as he found the parts. A few minutes later, he returned with a whole handful of computer parts, as well as a thick pair of rubber gloves, and got to work. She watched amazed as his skilled hands turned screws. He grabbed a soldering tool and began to solder parts together. “Are you building a new power supply?†She asked, blinking. “Nope, fixing the old one. Normally, this is a bad idea for most people. Power supplies can contain dangerous amounts of electric current, and technicians like me are supposed to just replace them, not fix them. In fact, I'll tell you that it's actually quite dangerous to do normally, and, frankly, I wouldn't normally be doing this...†“I don't want you to hurt yourself.†She said. “I wouldn't worry about that, Mali.†He said. “I know exactly how these things work, and how to avoid getting shocked, and these gloves are great insulators.†Of course, the gloves were for show. He could have licked the power supply and been unharmed. “Normally, technicians don't fool around with power supplies.†He said, screwing the power supply back into the laptop. “But I'm no normal technician.†He pressed the power button and turned it on. When she saw the boot up screen, she grinned. “Thank you!†She barely managed to avoid squealing. “I can finish that report.†“No thanks needed, you saved my life.†He said. “No charge. In fact, if you have any other problems, feel free to bring that by anytime and I'll fix it.†It was nice talking to a guy who didn't judge her, or appear angry at having to be rescued by a 'girl'. Thomas' didn't seem to be upset at all. In fact, he was grateful and quite nice about all of it. Still, she doubted she'd need to come back for further repairs very often. “Thanks. Thanks for everything, though. You could have charged me anyway, or got the replacement part, or...†“To be honest, Mali, I was bored today anyway. Slow day. I figured that I'd take the chance I had to actually get some real work done.†He took the gloves off and laid them aside. Mali packed her laptop up and walked out of the shop. Thomas sat back behind the counter, glad that he'd done something interesting. A few minutes later, he spotted Mali waving at him from atop a motorcycle. “Heh, strange girl.†He said as he relaxed. Only a few hours until closing...

NPC Spotlight The Relentless Shadow The Black Tiger (Crimson Tiger) 1937 The night air was heavy with clouds and heat. Benjawan Anuman was swimming the Chao Phraya river, crossing from one part of Bangkok into another. He had a pair of waterproof goggles and a makeshift snorkel, both intended to allow him to swim underwater as much as he could, to avoid being spotted. He was a feared man in the streets of Bangkok, a symbol of hope for the oppressed and fear for the corrupt. He was called the Black Tiger. Rumors swirled about his name, saying that even the highest level officials feared his name. Champan was one such official. He was nothing but a gangster, treating the laws as his own toys, taking advantage of any edge he could attain. Tonight, he was going to fall. The Black Tiger spotted the first guard, standing bored at his post. Of course he was bored, nobody went after Champan, nobody that was smart. Champan knew men in the government who eagerly took money in exchange for looking the other way. The man never heard Black Tiger, who, silent as a shadow, climbed from the water and walked behind him. All the man got out was a gasp as he felt a firm grip on his hair and then, darkness. The man slumped over. He would wake up with a severe headache, but would otherwise be unharmed. He stared upwards at a large building, doubtlessly containing illegal goods, the most valuable of which was likely opium. He'd seen what opium did to those who took too much, and he knew it was used to exploit the poor and ignorant, extort all of their valuables and money, and waste their lives away. Suddenly, he heard the sound of two men coming from inside the door the man had been guarding. Thinking quickly, he pressed himself flat against the nearby wall. The door opened and one of the men gasped in alarm. Black Tiger lunged at them from behind. The first man received a painful knee to the back, sending him spinning off the railing and into the water, where the current would likely take him downstream for a while. The other man turned, his eyes opened wide in alarm. Black Tiger struck with a fierce right hook, sending the man back several feet. He struggled to get up as the ominous, black clothed man walked towards him. Rocked by the hit, the man could do nothing as Black Tiger reared back and struck him again, knocking him out cold. He turned and faced the door, peeking in while doing his best to avoid getting spotted. It was a back entrance, he walked in and spotted several small wooden crates. A short inspection revealed the truth. It was all opium, dozens of containers worth. He would come back to destroy it later, but first, he had work to do. He dashed into the door and pinned himself against the far wall as fast as he could. His eyes scanned back and forth, making sure not to gt spotted. He made his way to the end of the room and spotted a door, slightly cracked, with a little light leaking out. Black Tiger peeked into the room and spotted him, Champan. He was bent over his desk, writing something. He was probably balancing his books. Staying late to make sure the opium sales were going to go well. He opened the door and stepped inside, closing it quietly. A single lamp lit the room, and Champan didn't seem to notice him yet. He crossed his arms and stepped forward, throwing his shadow over the room. Slowly, Champan looked up and spotted the shadow that covered the room. He turned around, and the lamp went out. The last thing he saw was a man, all in black. He stood up and backed away from the ominous man. His mind raced, and then he remembered. This must be the legendary Black Tiger, feared scourge of the underworld. Suddenly, lightning struck somewhere off in the distance, and light filled the room. The man had gotten closer. There was no escape from the Black Tiger. “Champan Suchart...†A deep, dark voice rang in his ears. “You have sat in an inscrutable position for far too long. You have abused your power for far too long. Your time has come, the Black Tiger has got the scent. The Black Tiger has come for you...†“My men will be here, they...†“All gone...†The voice said. Not dead, he didn't say dead, but they weren't in any position to help. “You won't get away with this.†He said, backing into a corner. “That is irrelevant. It's already done.†Before Champan could answer back, darkness took him. Benjawan Anuman was no fool. He knew that this much opium couldn't simply be stolen away and destroyed later. More importantly, he didn't know enough people to trust with it's destruction. He reached for Champan and tied a rope around his hands and legs, and a cloth over his mouth. He walked over to the lamp and lit it, filling the room up with light once more. He threw Champan's unconscious form over his shoulder and stepped into the storage room. With a flick of the wrist, he threw the burning lamp onto one of the crates of opium. Opium burned very quickly, and within a few minutes, would be destroyed. He walked out and made his way onto the street in front of the storage building, and sat the small man against a nearby wall. Benjawan Anuman had not chosen this evening out of chance. He knew that it was a terrible idea to burn a building down in the middle of Bangkok, knowing that it could spread and destroy nearby buildings. Anuman gazed up to the sky as the rain fell on his face. The opium would burn, but the fire would spread no further than that. The rain was too heavy. He allowed himself a small smile as he ran back into the shadows. The next day, Champan lost his position as an official due to gross incompetence. He was somewhat exiled to a less prominent position. His replacement, while still a corrupt man, was a far better official than the one who preceded him, and the Black Tiger did not come for him.

Player Name: Thunder King Character Name: Solar Sentinel Power Level: 8 120/120PP Trade-Offs: -2 Defense/+2 Toughness Unspent Power Points: 0 Progress To Bronze Status: 0/30 In Brief: Cosmically empowered immortal veteran of an interstellar war Alternate Identity: Henry William Mason Identity: Secret Birthplace: Adolphus Kentucky Occupation: Firefighter Affiliations: Freedom City Fire Department, the Zarnashi Military Family: None Description: Age: 116 (DoB: January 18th, 1896 Apparent Age: 35 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 6'3" Weight: 230 lbs Eyes: Gray Hair: Brown Henry is tall and broad shouldered, with a ruggedly handsome face, and stern features. He looks reasonably young, but anyone who sees into his eyes will see the age in them. He keeps his hair short and walks upright. He favors work pants and button up shirts, claiming to feel naked in t-shirts. He also favors leather shoes and boots, having a dislike for sneakers. Henry's costume is blue and gold, designed to look sleek and fast even when it's not in motion. Power Descriptions: Henry's cosmic energy manifests as a brilliant blue, though for certain things he can suppress the glow, such as using his normal flight or super-strength. The exact manifestations of this energy follow; Blast: Henry's blasts are manifested as blue bolts of energy, slightly resembling flame. Flight: When Henry flies, it manifests as a slight blue aura. When he's pulling power from his cosmic array, it produces a blue contrail that follows after him. Super-Strength: When accessing his array to enhance his strength, Henry's glow intensifies relative to the effort he needs to put forth. Healing: The recipient of his healing also glows slightly when affected by it. Extra Effort: The higher his energy output is, the more flame-like the manifestations become. History: Henry was born in Kentucky to a poor farm family. His father and mother both died early in his life, leaving him orphaned at 12 years old. At 16, he lied about his age and joined the US Army, where he served until the end of WWI, serving with distinction as a Non-Commisioned Officer. He was discharged honorably in 1920, and settled down in Freedom City. It was in 1922, however, that everything changed. One night, a friend of his invited him to stay out with him in the country, at his home in rural Pennsylvania. He never got there. Instead, an alien space craft captured him for study, crewed by members of the Zarnashi race.. They were planning on sending him back after their tests, but they spotted an enemy vessel on their sensors. In their haste to escape the enemy craft, they accidentally brought their passenger, Henry, with them. Over the next few months, it was increasingly evident that war was inevitable between the Zarnashi and the Makh'rell peoples. Unable to go home, Henry became an ally of the Zarnashi race. A few months later, he found himself on a brand new space craft with an experimental FTL drive. The drive's core ended up with a massive breach. Selflessly, Henry helped everyone escape from the room, but he himself was trapped. The damaged drive bathed him in cosmic energy. The Zarnashi were surprised to find that he was not only alive, but far more powerful. He willingly joined the war against the Makh'rell race, becoming a respected and feared member of their military. However, the war dragged on for years. Henry fought for 88 years in a war that wasn't his own. Once the Zarnashi had secured peace, however, there was no reason to keep such an oddity among their ranks. And so, with his permission, they dropped him back on Earth with a few key supplies. Little did he know how much the world had changed. He managed to get enough help to set himself up again, with a new job; firefighter with the Freedom City Fire Department. However, after years of fighting, he found himself having a hard time adjusting to society. So, he decided to make himself a costume and start a new war; a war on crime. He'd never take another life again, but fighting is all he knows, and all he has. Personality & Motivation: Immortality has taught Henry a great deal about life, death, and survival. He has the long view on life, but also knows to cherish life's pleasures. Honor is very important to him. He considers his word paramount, and is reluctant to give it unless he knows he can live up to it. He fights crime because fighting is all he knows. He feels that he's seen too much blood, and will neither take a life, nor neglect to save civilians. Powers & Tactics: He uses the same tactics now that he did in the war; hit them fast, hit them hard. He makes ready use of move-by-action, charging in to blast, hitting them fast and moving out of range. When pressed, he has no problem closing distance and hammering at the opposition until it breaks. His powers leave little room for finesse or subtlety, but he's just fine with that. Complications: This looks like a job for...the fire alarm!?: Henry takes his duties as a Firefighter seriously, so sometimes, the job gets in the way of hero work. Secret: Identity. Nobody knows that Henry is a superhero, he likes it that way A Stranger In His Own Land He's lived in space for most of his life. Earth, especially modern Earth, is so different that he won't get pop culture references and doesn't understand modern social norms very well. Child of Battle: He's been fighting for so long that sometimes he chooses to fight when he might have gotten away with a nonviolent solution. Blood on his hands: Henry is responsible for the deaths of hundreds, if not thousands of sentient beings, this does not sit well on his concience. The Bloody Stranger: During the war, Henry had a bit of a reputation for being a ferocious and nigh-unkillable warrior. Sometimes this reputation gives him problems when dealing with extra-terrestrials. Abilities: 4 + 0 + 0 + 0 + 2 + 4 = 10PP Strength: 14/26 (+2/+8) Dexterity: 10 (+0) Constitution: 10 (+0) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 12 (+1) Charisma: 14 (+2) Combat: 6 + 4 = 10PP Initiative: +4 Attack: +8 Melee, +4 Ranged +8 Blast Grapple: +16 (+24 Super-Strength) Defense: +6 (+3 Base, +3 Dodge Focus), +3 Flat-Footed Knockback: -5 Saving Throws: 6 + 6 + 5 = 17PP Toughness: +10 (+0 Con, +10 Protection) Fortitude: +6 (+0 Con, +6) Reflex: +6 (+0 Dex, +6) Will: +6 (+1 Wis, +6) Skills: 32R = 8PP Diplomacy 10 (+12) Intimidate 6 (+8) Language 1 (English[native] Zarnashi) Notice 8 (+9) Sense Motive 7 (+8) Feats: 14PP Attack Focus (melee) 5 Attack Focus (ranged) Attack Specialization (Cosmic Blast) 2 Dodge Focus 3 Improved initiative Move-by-action Power attack Powers: 0 + 0 + 0 = 0PP Cosmic Energy Control 8 (16PP Array; Feats: Alternate Power 4) [20PP] Base Power: Blast 8 [16PP] (Cosmic Blast) Alternate Power: Flight 8 2500 MPH, 22,000 ft/rnd.[16PP] Alternate Power: Healing 5 Extras: Action (to Standard)Power Feats: Regrowth [16PP] Alternate Power: Space Travel 8 Extras:Stacks with (Space Travel 1) 250x light speed Alternate Power: Super-Strength 8( heavy load 117.8 tons {16/16} Enhanced Strength 12 (to 26) Flight 3 (50 mph, 440 ft/rnd) Immunity 10 (Aging, life support) Protection 10 Space Travel 1 DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC23 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Blast 80ft DC23 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Energy) Totals: Abilities (10) + Combat (12) + Saving Throws (17) + Skills (8) + Feats (14) + Powers (59) = 120/120 Power Points

"Not a problem." Brodzki said, nodding. "I don't know if you'll spot anything our guys didn't, but, more people ain't a bad thing. I trust you know how to handle a crime scene. This is an unusual investigation, requires unusual help, you know?" He turned to walk away. "Oh, one more thing..." He pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something down. "My number, in case you figure something out. But, understand, we'd like to keep at least one officer around you at all times, to help you with official police business should you need something. Like if we need a warrant, having an officer as an escort could make sure you get into all the right places."

Both victims were regulars at a diner near the crime scene, about five miles away. The first victim was Peter Hanson, he worked a few blocks away from the second victim's work place Both victims were single men, ages 35-40 and independently wealthy from investments. In addition, a discarded nightstick is found near the window the assassin fell out of, presumably thrown by the victim The body reveals no other details other than the means by which he was killed. He was fairly healthy and active. He's been dead less than two days.

Brodzki nodded in understanding. This could be a very bad thing if someone from Lord Steam's home dimension were actually involved. "See, from what we can gather, both victims were injected with a slow-acting lethal poison. The second victim, however, managed to trip the robot and it ended up falling out of the window and onto the ground below. That's how we found it, broken to pieces. We're not sure, but we think there could be more victims. Both victims were wealthy investment experts. We haven't found any connections between the two of them, but if you want to help, you're free to. Any help we can get is appreciated.

Voltage looked over the robots, considering his options. He could try to disable them, but, what if it didn't work? They might end up hurting someone if he failed. Ultimately, it came down to a simple choice; hit them hard, and make sure it stuck. "You guys have those little tazers. Dangerous little things, aren't they?" he said as the electricity gathered through his body. "They're not nearly as dangerous as I am, though..." The silver bolts crackled through his body. "Allow me to educate you." He said, firing off a bolt of silvery electricity. It struck the robot square in the chest and sent it tumbling back, collapsing in a heap. He realized, at that moment, that the robot probably didn't care what he just said...ah well, maybe he wasted a cool line? If it was even cool.

Going to use extra effort to improve my power rank by 2; Then I'm going to attack shift that attack so, basically, it evens out to +2 to my attack if a 24 hits... DC 25 TOU save

Rather than separating the results, I'll just explain what Lord Steam figures out; 1) This robot is indeed built with technology from his world. It's a steam-punk robot, with a few modern additions that let it work on this world. 2) Some of the key parts are made with extremely high tech ceramics and plastics, neither of which are found on Earth Victoriana. These specific compounds were created for the space program (the ceramics), and as-yet-released innovations in body armor (the plastics)

GM Less than an hour later, and Lord Steam was presented with the disassembled clockwork device. It was skillfully wrought, and, indeed, looked like it could have been from his world. "This thing has our men stumped. We called an expert on robotics, but, he directed us to you." The man that spoke was in his early 40s, with slightly graying hair. He was a reasonably good looking guy, but it was clear that the job had worn him down a bit. "Detective Wayne Brodzki." The man said, nodding to Lord Steam. "I appreciate you coming down like this. It's not exactly something we're used to dealing with. Normally, we would have tried to figure it out on our own, or contacted other people but..." He sighed and looked down. "What I have to say is in strictest confidence, I hope you know better than to try to tell anyone about the case. This is very sensitive information..." He paused. "This isn't the first victim, and we're afraid it might not be the last. Two men dead within a month. Both by poison, both injections, both wealthy professionals. We don't know if there will be more deaths, but, we can't afford to sit on this case for much longer." "So, is this tech from your world?" He asked.

GM One of the men instantly looked as though he was about to say something he'd regret. "Sorry Sir, on duty, can't drink." He said with a smile. The other man nodded, with the same degree of regret. "Hi, I'm officer Jones, this is officer Montoya. We're sorry to bother you at this early hour, but there's been a murder. The killer seems to have been some sort of...robot. The other consultant we found said he couldn't make heads or tails of it, but he said it might be right up your alley." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a photograph. The picture contained gears and other miscellaneous contraptions, laid out as evidence for a crime. "We could really use your help, Sir. Especially if this stuff is from your world."

Voltage channeled energy through his body. This guy had to go down, and soon. he couldn't let him just get away. The electric current built through his body until it reached the breaking point. Silver current jumped off of his body and into the air. The bolt flew through the air with surprising speed, a silver tinted arc that slammed into Amber Curse, causing him to recoil for a moment as the current flowed through his body. "That had to have hurt." Voltage said, finally glad to hit him with something that would help end the fight. He was unsure who this newcomer was, though, he suspected she was on his side. He hoped.

22 hit this guy? EDIT: Damage shifting for 2

Placeholder for Lord Steam and the Clockwork Assassins

GM Friday, June 15th 9:35 PM Two officers stood around a dead body below a modern office building. The face of the building was marred with a massive hole in one of the windows. Several floors above, lay the body of Jameson Smith, slumped against the wall. There were no visible wounds on him, he was just...dead. "That's not human..." A third officer said, walking up to the body. He was detective Wayne Brodzki, FCPD. "Looks like some sorta...robot, but I can't make sense of that stuff." The other officers concurred. The body was obviously not human. Two hours later, a consultant from one of the robotics research and development divisions was shaking his head. "Never seen anything like it." He said. Brodzki raised an eyebrow. "Thought you knew about robots..." The other man nodded. "Well, I do, it's just...it's not one of ours, and frankly, the parts are all wrong. This looks ancient, like...from another time." Suddenly his eyes opened wider. "Or another world...okay, I know who you can contact." "Who?" Brodzki asked. "I don't want to bring too many people in here, could cause publicity, and that..." "Don't worry, he'll be discreet. He's called Lord Steam..." Several hours later, in the early hours of the morning, the doorbell at the Steam Mansion rang...

Voltage fired off a silvery bolt of electric energy, but the drone managed to dodge it. He observed the battle around him and noticed, to his dismay, that the drones weren't going to go down easy. That was not good, not good at all. "Okay, this is beginning to annoy me." He growled. "Just how tough are these things?" He flew above them, watching the carnage. His mind began to race. If he couldn't defeat these things in combat, how would he manage to stop them? He knew they might be vulnerable to a magnetic attack, but they were shielded? How good was that shielding anyway?

If Voltage were unnerved by Synth's unusual abilities, he made no sign. After all, superheroes were all a bit atypical, it came with the line of work. "Excellent idea..." he said, glancing at King of Suits. He nodded gravely to Synth. "They may be expecting us if they don't hear back from their allies in the bank soon. I'm afraid my eyes aren't that great, but, with the torch, I think we'll be good for sight." He decided to fly as high as he could. Then he made a mental note; build some form of night-vision apparatus into his costume...might be helpful.

Voltage didn't know a thing about medical treatment, but, if he could only... There! His mind scanned the internet, looking for what to do during a seizure. After only a split second, he discovered exactly what he needed to do. "Okay, Make sure nothing is near them that they can hurt themselves on. Watch them carefully. Do not try to stop them, and do not put anything in their mouths." He was trying to keep calm, but it was hard. He fired off an email to the local emergency services, detailing exactly where they were and what was going on. He hoped an ambulance would be along shortly. "I am detecting an unusual signal with my powers. I believe it is responsible for these unexplained seizures." He looked to his fellow hero, hoping that she, too, had detected the strange signal. Maybe the two of them could find a way to triangulate it's location.

Voltage is going to blast again; 20 DC 25 TOU save if it hits.