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June 2017 White Sands Missile Range New Mexico "Mayday, mayday!" came the alert as the plane descended towards the base runway, the beings surrounding it jetting back and forth like mites attacking a bird. But these mites had teeth - and super-strength. "This is Air Force One with a Code Uniform Mayday, repeat, a Code Uniform Mayday! We are in distress and about to make an emergency landing at White Sands Missile Range!" General George Bradley, the overall commander at White Sands, was a scientist more than a warrior - but he knew a Code U Mayday well enough. He'd been a young second lieutenant assisting Colin Powell the last time a Code U had been called - when the man it had been named for, the Ubermensch, attacked the White House during the first Gulf War and only barely been defeated by the Centurion. Superhumans were attacking the President! "Clear the runaway, now!" he called, running out the door from his office to his command post at top speed. "Get Kirtland and Cannon to scramble their jets now!" The Air Force bases weren't that far away, not at jet speed. The moment he stepped outside, he heard the battle in the air - Air Force One was screaming in for a landing at breakneck speed, smoke pouring from its engines, the zipping forms of attacking metas on either side now taking fire themselves from White Sands' small MP force. "And put out an alert - White Sands is under attack by unknown hostile forces!" There was no point in letting the world know the President was arriving - not yet!

March 24, 2017. Freedom City. Various places. Mid-Afternoon. Six heroes. Varying ages. Varying skillsets. Varying modus operandi. All of who sudden vanished off the face of the earth. There was no flash of light, no psychedelic tube of travelling. It was simply six people who were one place and then suddenly not. But from their perspective, they had not moved. The world had suddenly become different around them. And yet much the same. What had happened wasn’t hard to figure out. This was not their world. ***************** It had taken Terrifica moments to figure out she wasn’t on her Earth anymore. The lack of tailpipes on the cars was one big clue. Another was the lack of trash on the street. A dozen subtle things that simply were wrong. Fear and curiosity mixed. Her motorcycle was a dimensional wall away, and it was highly unlikely even cash would be of any assistance. So, she was walking. It was indeed The Fens, but..not. The signs of poverty and desperation were…gone. There were people around, of course, but they were moving with a purpose in mind. No loitering on street corners, front stoops, or building lobbies. She fought back anxiety at being stranded. Away from home. From family. First things first. Find a library. Assuming they hadn’t been banned in this dimension, clues would be easy enough to find in one. Newpapers, history books, geography, even encyclopedias could be useful in getting her bearings. ***************** In her chambers, the Empress, her Imperial Majesty, Savior of Humanity & Mother of The Modern World, was kind of annoyed. “So. You’re telling me either the dimensional transporter I designed and built failed to function, or that you are the kind of idiot who can’t read simple information displays.” She waved her hand at an apologetic courtier. “No, don’t strain yourself trying to answer. Like always, I already know what happened. There was a flicker from the Terminus. Slight, but enough to throw off the location calculations. it wasn't unexpected.” She pulled back a sleeve and pressed at the flexible flatscreen on her wrist. “I’ve just uploaded the tracker program. It’s based on a combination of their dimensional and super power energy signatures, which were recorded during transport.” She saved her hand at the courtier, dismissing him. “Go. Find them and bring them to me. Gods know I can’t trust you to explain the problem to them.”

June 10, 2017 Freedom City, New Jersey Mid-morning The day was warm, months of overcast days finally giving away to blue skies and summery weather. Liberty Park was full of groups enjoying the fine weather; a group of breakdancers showing their moves near a fountain while teenagers in paper hats hawked from food carts. A group of gray-haired women bent their legs and moved their arms in wide Tai Chi circles. A pick-up game of ultimate frisbee verged dangerously near a family group. Warren Locke held himself in readiness to intervene anywhere. He stood under the shadow of the monorail line, across from the Kirby Museum, right where he had asked Mona to meet him, but he couldn't relax. Even on this bright and beautiful day he was constantly aware of his responsibilities as a hero-in-training. Part of that was his own choice, but he could also feel the static-electricity feel of the hologram projector making him look like a normal boy. It reminded him, subtly and at the back of his mind all the time, that he was different from everyone else out here.

OOC for this thing right here. Ask me anything. Because I forget stuff. And forget to do stuff. You know how it is. Before I forget (natch), this might help with understanding who the Empress is.

Saturday, February 5th Riverside Savings & Loan, Freedom City It was a sleepy day in Freedom City, the shining face of the Riverside Savings & Loan reflecting the sun off the surface of the river. Officer Morel pulled into the bank parking lot, noting that there wasn't much activity in the bank this Saturday morning. Usually plenty of folks were lined up early in the day to take care of their banking on the weekend. While Morel saw a few cars in the lot -- including a pair of cherry roadsters that looked to be from the 20s or 30s -- he didn't see anyone moving around inside the lobby. That prickled his senses and probably saved his life. The officer turned to reach for his car's radio, saw a glint of metal, and dove behind the engine block. Gunfire roared across the parking lot, rounds glancing off the pavement and exploding against metal. A figure stepped up to the broken bank window and Morel paused the gape at it. The man was dressed in an impeccable pin-stripe suit, wide-brimmed hat, and was balancing an honest-to-God Tommy gun on his hip. What shocked the police officer the most, though, was the face of steel and iron that looked out from under the hat. Another burst of automatic gunfire made Morel hug the ground. "That's right, copper," the metal-faced robber shouted. "Keep yer head down and keep the other flatfoots out of, and no one in here has to get whacked!"

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Friday, August 26th, 2016 Aaron Cage Gymnasium, Claremont Academy, Bayview 8:03 PM The Kick-Off Dance was the first major event of any school year at Claremont Academy. Traditionally it was held on the Friday before the start of the year the next Monday. It was no different this year, and people had flocked to the gym, much to the delight of various students who had spent many hours during their summer break to organize it. Banners were hung alongside the wall. Somebody had actually brought a disco-ball. Along a table on the wall various bowls of punch had been set up, and bar tables with peanuts and chips on them stood scattered around the gym and just outside of it. A stage had been set up too, elevated just slightly, a DJ table slightly off to one side, with the rest of the stage for people that wanted to dance where everyone could see them, or some pre-dance entertainment. A smoke machine was not needed, the DJ, a now-senior student, provided the smoke with his powers. Outside, the sun began to set, while inside the lights had been dimmed, spotlights towards the stage. The entertainment phase had just ended, and the dance was about to start. A new arrival , taller and more muscular than most students, had just left the stage after a short vocal performance, the DJ was currently giving a few final words before switching to music for the rest of the evening. “Okay people, that was Hau Ta … Tayou … just Hau! He’s still looking for bandmates everybody, go talk to him if you’re interested! And now, a short break while somebody fetches a cup of punch for me, they’re free after all, and then it’s gonna be music the rest of the night. I’ve got some good songs planned, so don’t leave anytime soon!”

July 30th, 2016 ASTRO Labs, Freedom City Lunchtime Downtown Freedom City was busy every single day. No matter what else was going on, the streets were crowded with pedestrians and cars, the weekend just meant the people were of a different flavor. The soaring towers of ASTRO Labs looked down on. Happy families and trendy teenagers thronged the streets, moving from place to place and interspersed with groups of tourists eager to experience the City of Heroes. A large group of elderly Asians with cameras around their necks lined up in front of the skyscraper, a young woman in a red pantsuit in their lead. The woman held a folded map in the air and started talking. "This is the headquarters of ASTRO Labs," she said, her voice projecting above the noise of traffic. "A world leader in scientific R&D, ASTRO Labs is proud to help Freedom City's hero population whenever a mystery is in their path!" Near the back of the group, a man in a trenchcoat lurked underneath a young tree. He chuckled when he heard to guide's pithy summation. Pretty soon ASTRO Labs was going to feel the burn from helping so many heroes.

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Chrome Player Name: Raveled Character Name: Chrome Power Level: 10 (157/159PP) Trade-Offs: None Unspent Power Points: 2 In Brief: A sickly boy catapulted to superheroics with the help of alien nanotech. Alternate Identity: Warren Locke Identity: Secret Birthplace: Freedom City Occupation: Student Affiliations: Claremont Academy, AEGIS Family: Anthony (Father), Marie (Mother) Description: Age: 16 (DoB: September 1999) Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian/Cyborg Height: 5' 8" Weight: 330 lbs Eyes: Brown/Yellow Hair: Brown/Black Warren Locke has an appearance that would make most creatures in the galaxy scream in fear. He looks a great deal like a Communion drone; his skin is shiny metal, his eyes are a glowing, solid yellow, and his 'hair' is a collection of black threads that glow with UV light. While many Communion drones were a forceful melding of such features, Warren has the entire package. His skin is obviously not normal metal, showing off his muscles underneath and moving just like natural skin. With his image inducer activated, Warren looks like an unremarkable, if extremely fit, young man. His hair is brown and he lets it grow out down to his collar, and his eyes are similar and bright. He's naturally incapable of growing a beard, and his skin is pale (but the inducer could be reprogrammed to change either of those facts). He is extremely well-muscled and likes to show it off with tight shirts and shorts, when the weather's appropriate. When he's expecting trouble, Warren wears the usual Claremont uniform. He favors a tee-shirt over the longer jacket and bike shorts over the longer trousers, sometimes choosing running shoes but just as often going barefoot. Power Descriptions: Warren Locke has been infested/augmented by an AEGIS-modified dose of Communion nanobots. They've completely infused his body down to the last cell, and this makes him stronger and tougher than most people. The nanobots have been modified to sever their connection to the Communion overmind, but they still allow Warren to mentally interface with computers and other machines. Since his bones and skin and muscles are all now a nanobot construct, he can even transform his limbs into weapons. His image inducer is a piece of technology that Claremont routinely issues to teenagers who have a non-human appearance. He's legally bound to wear it when off the grounds, unless he's acting as a superhero History: Warren Locke has been sick for as long as he can remember. He had developmental problems and seizures as a child, but it wasn't until he was ten that he was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. It was a blessing and a curse; now the family knew what the root of the problem was they could fight it more directly, but Warren's parents had to face the fact that he was never going to magically get better, than he would probably die of the condition before they did. It was hard on their relationship, especially since Anthony was a soldier often deployed overseas, which left Marie to handle Warren's treatments and try to raise him. Warren grew up a lot in various hospitals, spending more and more time there as he grew older and his disease progressed. The prognosis was not good and eventually the boy was spending almost all of his time in a hospital bed or a wheelchair, but he did his best to cope. When Anthony was at home it was hard for them to bond, since even something as simple as going to the movies was a medical endeavor, but they bonded over Anthony's collection of old Fifties and Sixties SF books. Father and son read yellowing paperbacks, books that were almost falling apart with age, and for a few hours Warren was a brave astronaut or doughty space explorer. Things got easier when Anthony transferred from active duty to AEGIS and took a posting stateside. Marie and Warren moved with him from posting to posting, eventually settling in Freedom City when he was transferred to the AEGIS central office in the Federal Building. He continued to liaise between the civilian government and the experimental, superhuman exploits of AEGIS field agents, but at least he was able to be home most nights. His job became much more hectic in late 2015 as the intergalactic menace of the Communion came to Earth. AEGIS and UNISON worked hand-in-hand, along with dozens of superheroic individuals and teams, fighting back the metallic enemy from beyond the stars; even after the Communion's overmind was destroyed the remnants of the incursion had to be collected and carefully stored away, lest they become a threat all on their own. In this, Anthony saw a oft-dreamed for opportunity. A sample of Communion nanotech was lent to ASTRO Labs for testing. Anthony made sure as many scientists as possible were called to a meeting and hired a group of super-mercenaries to attack the lab. He was able to get his hands on a sample of altered Communion nanotech and raced to Freedom Medical Center, where Warren was being treated. He deliberately infected his son and, as his only child was overgrown with Communion metal, was taken into custody. The Communion nanobots went to work in the boy's body, forcing his disease into remission and rebuilt him. In a few days the silvery shell retreated, leaving him permanently changed and healed. After a long conversation between his mother, AEGIS agents, ASTRO scientists, and a quiet woman in dark clothes, it was decided that he should be enrolled in Claremont Academy. The school was uniquely equipped to help Warren learn to use his new abilities -- and to contain him if he should turn out to be some kind of sleeper agent. Personality & Motivation: Warren's an enthusiastic, earnest young man. He sincerely believes that he's been given a second chance at life and intends to take full advantage of it. He wants to see everything and travel everywhere, try a little bit of all that's around himself. Growing up with MS forced him to mature at an early age and sometimes he can seem overly serious compared to his peers, but that facade usually crumbles in minutes when he finds something else to be wide-eyed and enthusiastic about. Warren's an army (well, Air Force) brat at heart and has an open and trusting view of the world, combined with a deep commitment to lofty ideals like Justice, Service, and Duty. He's also young enough to be naive, and sometimes the harsh realities of the world can clash disastrously with his untempered views. Powers & Tactics: Warren is a largely untested combatant, and he favors simple tactics over elaborate battle plans. He's likely to charge straight at the biggest threat with his big claws, or stand off and blast it with his arm cannon. While he's perfectly capable of following more complex plans, he's also likely to be taken in by a villain's deception. Complications: Secret Champion of the Communion Chrome's nanobots are Communion constructs and scan as Communion technology to anyone with advanced enough sensors. Many individuals, especially in the wider galaxy, may attack him on sight. Complicated Relationship Warren has a... complex view of his father, the military, and the Communion. A villain could exploit this to make him unsure of himself. Electromagnetic Disability A powerful or targeted EMP could scramble the nanobots in Warren, reducing him to a normal person. In the middle of a fight that could be deadly. Big Eater Warren's nanobots don't create matter from nothing; while they're very efficient, a large or prolonged use of a power like Regeneration would require him to eat a big meal. Or several big meals. Tumblr Distraction Warren is always connected to the Internet, which means he can get distracted by trivial matters at any moment. Naive Newcomer Warren has a simple view of the world, where Good and Evil are starkly defined and in sharp contrast. A persuasive enemy could confuse him, even temporarily turn him against his allies. Abilities: -4 - 2 - 6 + 6 + 4 + 4 = 2 PP Strength: 6/18 (-2/+4) Dexterity: 8/14 (-1/+2) Constitution: 4/26 (-3/+8) Intelligence: 16 (+3) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 14 (+2) Combat: 8 + 8 = 16 PP Initiative: +2/-1 Attack: +4 Base, +10 Cybernetic Enhancements Grapple: +12/+9/+2 Defense: +10 (+4 Base, +6 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Knockback: -6/+1 Saving Throws: 2 + 4 + 6 = 12 PP Toughness: +10/-3 (+8/-3 Con, +2 Protection) Fortitude: +10/-1 (+8/-3 Con, +2) Reflex: +6/+3 (+2/-1 Dex, +4) Will: +8 (+2 Wis, +6) Skills: 64R = 16 PP Computers 8 (+11) Diplomacy 8 (+10) Gather Information 8 (+10) Intimidate 10 (+12) Knowledge (Popular Culture) 7 (+10) Knowledge (Technology) 7 (+10) Notice 8 (+10) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Feats: 13 PP All-Out Attack Challenge (Fast Startle) Dodge Focus 6 Interpose Move-By Action Power Attack Startle Well-Informed Powers: 4 + 94 = 95 PP Comprehend 2 (Electronics 2) [4 PP] Alternate Form 18.2 [91 PP] Cybernetic Enhancements 11 (22 PP Container, Feats: Accurate 3, Alternate Power 1) [26 PP] Base Effect: Damage 6 (Extra: Linked [+0] [Drain (Toughness)], Penetrating [4] Feats: Mighty, Variable Descriptor [Bludgeoning/Piercing/Slashing]) + Drain 10 (Toughness Extra: Linked [+0] [Damage]) (Cyber Weapons) [22/22] Alternate Power: Damage 10 (Extras: Range [Ranged], Feat: Variable Descriptor 2 [Any Electromagnetic]) (Arm Cannon) [22/22] Density 4 (+8 STR, +2 Protection, +1 Immovable, +1 Super-Strength, Feat: Innate, Subtle 2, Extra: Permanent) [Cyber-bulk] [15 PP] Enhanced Constitution 22 + Enhanced Dexterity 6 + Enhanced Strength 4 (Cyber Bodybuilding) [32 PP] Integral Comms 3 (6 PP, Feat: Alternate Power) [7 PP] Base Effect: Datalink 5 (Radio, 5 miles, Feat: Machine Control) (Computer Chat) [6/6] Alternate Power: Communication 5 (Radio, 5 miles, Feat: Subtle) (Cyber Cell) [6/6] Nanoassisted Movement (4PP Array, Feat: Alternate Power) [5PP] Flight 2 (25 MPH) (Rocket Feet) [4/4PP] Leaping 2 (x5, 70 ft, Extra: Linked [+0] [Speed]) + Speed 2 (25 MPH, Extra: Linked [+0] [Leaping]) [4/4PP] Regeneration 3 (Bruised 3 [No Action]) (Self-Repair Subroutines) [3 PP] Super-Senses 3 (Radio Sense [Acute, Radius, Ranged]; Extras: Accurate [+2], Feat: Uncanny Dodge [Radio]) + Super-Senses 4 (X-Ray Vision, Flaw: Limited [Not vs. Metal]) (RADAR) [4 + 2 = 6 PP] 26 + 15 + 32 + 7 + 2 + 3 + 6 = 91 Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed (Unpowered) Touch DC 13 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Unarmed (Powered) Touch DC 19 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Cyber Weapons Touch DC 25 Toughness (Staged) + DC 20 Fortitude (Stage) Damage (Physical) + Drain (Toughness) Arm Cannon Ranged DC 25 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Energy) Totals: Abilities (2) + Combat (16) + Saving Throws (12) + Skills (16) + Feats (13) + Powers (99) - Drawbacks (0) = 157/159 Power Points