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  1. Talos stepped off the maintenance armature, and tested all his joints. Marie would have warned him had any of his systems been outside of tolerances, but to Talos it was no different than stretching when you woke up. "Did you try the emergency override? If there's a fire you should be able to disengage the security lock-down right?" Talos scratched at his head, a complete affectation, but one that, like many of his habits, was in no apparent danger of being given up. Marie nodded hurriedly, "That's that problem! The internal safety systems are offline, the security lock-down can't be overridden because the fire systems aren't engaging!" The mousy brunette had grabbed Talos' hand and was dragging him to the nearest door, anxiety plain on her features. "Oh." Talos said, thinking it over. It all sounded reasonable, though why the emergency and security systems would be experiencing that kind of disconnect was beyond him. "Well, ok, I guess I can force the door open, or maybe I can try to bypass the lock out manually from here." The sounds of gunfire filtered through the walls and into the converted hanger. "Was that gunfire?" Marie asked, as she trotted after Talos toward the exterior doors. "Sounded like. Which means the explosion might not have been an accident. If Nolan what right I'm going to guess that we are under attack." He shrugged, and bent over nearly double to peer at the door controls. A pair of tiny, almost delicate, hands extended out from under his forearm cowlings and prodded at the control panel. "Just relax, I'll get this door open one way or the other and then we can find out what is going on." Probing at the panel Talos triggered the release and popped the cover off, exposing the wires and circuits behind the keypad. "Ok, this should release if I bypass this with this and then reset this by grounding out this ...." He moved some wires around, the tiny hands - which were really about the same size as Marie's, seeming small only by relation to Talos' normal hands - deftly creating new connections and re-wiring old circuits. "Ok. Here goes." Rolls [jameson] 8:34 am: Technology +5 jameson *rolls* 1d20: 18+5: 23 [jameson] 8:35 am: Strength +12 (if needed) jameson *rolls* 1d20: 7+12: 19 [jameson] 8:35 am: oy
  2. "Oh, sure, makes perfect sense. Except," Talos paused long enough to dodge a massive rodent claw, and punch a parakeet from hell in the face. "Except that we don't know where it is. I don't suppose you can read that guy's mind and find out?" Talos sidestepped again to avoid the huge rat-thing's foot, and then leveled a punch at the ankle that resulted in a crack like gunfire followed by a howling squeal from the beast. "I think I may have made it mad." The enormous beast swatted Talos aside like so much trash, sending him tumbling into a parked car. The creature was on all fours now, three really, since its left rear ankle appeared to be swelling, likely broken from Talos' attack. "Go after Splicer," Talos shouted, hauling himself out of the ruined vehicle, accompanied by the sounds of metal on metal squealing. "I can deal with a mouse, I don't care how big it looks, but we need to stop this mad man and turn these people back to normal." Talos leaped up and came crashing down on the mutant's head feet first. The mouse-thing, or whatever it was, groaned and fell to the pavement, stunned by the impact. "Hurry, before this gets out of control!"
  3. Malrog rose to its cloven hooves and leaped out of the now thoroughly ruined jewelry store and back to the street. Its mistress was gathering magic about her, chanting, preparing a spell of great power. The demon smiled, seeing just how thoroughly addicted to the power the woman was growing. Then the little woman fired another arrow and BalckMoon was sent sprawling the gathered magic suddenly bereft of the consciousness that was controlling and shaping it. The golden demon stomped the ground, a shockwave arcing out in front of it and making Talos stumble as he climbed to his feet. The hero lowered his arms and checked the operation of the servos in his head and shoulders, despite the warping of his armor he seemed to be in otherwise fine fighting shape despite the previous attack. Talos brought his fist back ready to attack anew. Over the demon's shoulder he saw the roiling ball of half-formed magic as he lashed and seethed angrily. "Uh oh," the titanium titan said. Blackmoon was crabwalking backward, propelling herself on hands and feet away from the out of control spell, as she spied the young archeress swining across the street. With a snarl of rage she hurled a ball of gelatinous fire the young woman, missing her completely but splashing the side of the buildings with a cloying, runny, nalpalm-like ooze that burned even as it dripped from the facades and toward the huddled civilians below. Seeing only a single opportunity Talos charged forward, but rather than striking the bronze demon he grabbed the creature and spun, hauling the golden form around and sending it tumbling through the air toward the unstable spell. Without the gripping pads on his feet Talos quickly lost his footing in the manuver and the demon, seeking to not touch the rampant spellwork grappled onto the robot. Cursing both demon and hero tumbled toward the mystic maelstrom ...
  4. Talos sagged to one knee, his exoskeleton was compromised in several places already, but not critically. Pushing up he scanned the area quickly, dropping a pair of hyena-like creatures. The bear thing was out for the count it seemed. Talos saw the other hero hauled into the air, and would have frowned if he could, they were getting overwhelmed by numbers, and crowd control was easy enough if you had the right set of skills. Raising his arms over his head Talos clapped his hands together as hard as he could, a massive shockwave of displaced air billowed outward from him in a near sphere, stunning some of the beastmen, leaving others blinking as their ears rang, and even knocking a few senseless. The shockwave hit the avian mutants and Psi-Warrior like a slap and the birds released the hero thirty feet from the pavement as they squawked and circled, reeling from the thunderclap. "Aaaarrr! NO! NO, No, no, no, NO!" Splicer screamed. "You are ruining everything!" The sphere actually seemed to be bobbing about in anger. Talos squared his shoulders and planted his feet trusting that however it was that the other hero had flown in would allow him to avoid falling to the ground. He was prepared to leap at the metal bubble, and its insane occupant, when a purple and yellow beam lanced out into the crowd behind him. Spinning Talos followed the beam as it struck one of the mutated citizens, warping the already twisted creature further, even as it began to grow ... and grow ...
  5. Talos rolled his eyes, eye really, at the absurd scientist. The effect was lost to the other men though, merely a minor pivoting of the lenses under the amber cover of Talos' lone "eye". The titanic hero nodded though, "Well since you put it that way, sure, yeah, we'll just leave you to ... umm ... whatever it is you have going on here." Talos eyed the shapes that had filled the area around them. Humanoid shapes most of them, with scraps of clothing, if any at all, and features that seemed to blend man and animal. The scientist inside seemed happy with the reply, "Excellent! I am so glad that someb-" CLANG! Talos' hardened steel fists came down on the metal sphere with the force of a truck, sending the vehicle careening to one direction while he rebounded and landed on the ground with a thud. He looked over at the only other man, "I am so hoping that you are the real deal and not just some guy in pajamas." "DESTROY THEM!" Splicer screamed into his microphone, feedback mixing with his shrill voice to send a squawk through the speakers. Apparently at his command the creatures lumbered, leaped, slithers, or otherwise charged forward at the two heroes. A think not unlike the cross between a bear and an elephant slammed into Talos with shocking speed, great arms grabbing up the hero like a rag doll and squeezing. Metal groaned and shrieked as the land titan crushed the city's defender with strength born from genetic tampering.
  6. The deck of Bay Bridge thudded under Talos' feet as he charged down the west-bound lane toward Bay City. His mechanical legs pumped like pistons propelling him forward faster than the light overnight traffic on the bridge. The techs said that he topped out right around a hundred and twenty miles an hour when we was moving full out; he was doing as much now as he charged across the bay. The span between Alemeda and Bay City was over three miles, and too far for his current locomotive systems to send him in a single jump, but he was able to get to the bridge in two short hops and then sprint to the mainland easily enough. Nearing the end of the bridge he leaped into the air once more and bypassed the geometric network of city streets between the bridge and the Mission neighborhood. He had little control over his aim when in the air like this, something he hoped that they would remedy eventually, but he had lucked out this time, neither car nor building would be underfoot when he landed. Nearly nine hundred pounds of metal, plastic, ceramics, and the like crunched into the pavement in the middle of 21st Street near Folsom; nearby a sewer cap hopped out of its circular fitting and clanked back. Talos took a short hop, barely ten feet, to the sidewalk to avoid any oncoming traffic, and then looked around. There were sounds coming from the nearby buildings. Cries of inhuman nature that reminded Talos of the way the animals had reacted to him when he had tried to visit the zoo. A door was flung open and a young woman dashed out into the street before toppling over. Behind her something like an armored gorilla bashed its way through the too narrow doorframe. Talos moved like lightning, interposing between the creature and the woman, only to be batted aside from behind. The woman was gone and a similar creature crouched where she had been, scale glistening wetly in the light of a street lamp. "What ... the ... heck?" Talos asked, before both of the creatures charged him.
  7. I'm on the clock. Any disasters after 7 pm get off hours pay though.
  8. 2:20 a.m. - Olympus Technology Inc, Alemeda, CA "Wake him up." "What? Seriously?" the junior tech asked incredulously. "That was the police dispatcher, they got over sixty calls into 9-1-1 in the past ten minutes, all in the Mission neighborhood. Wake him up, the shit is hitting the Fran." The tech quirked an eyebrow at the pun but swiveled around an initiated a wake up signal. In the other room the lights flickered on, and charging conduits disengaged from the metal man shape. The single amber eye in the center of Talos' head lit up, blinking for a moment before staying on with a steady glow. The effect was much like somebody blinking themselves awake, except that the techs insisted that there was no mechanical reason behind it. "What time is it?" the deep voice of the cyborg asked. "Nearly two thirty in the morning. The police called, there's something going on in the Mission, something big." The senior tech walked into the room with a tablet, tapping at the screen. "You're set to go, everything is in the green." Talos stepped away from the huge framework, and toward the opening doors to the late night. "Well, at least we can see how the nightvision you guys put in works. Testing comms, you reading?" "We got you," the junior tech said into his headset. "Knock 'em out big guy." Talos wiggled his head and rolled his shoulders; motions entirely unneeded for the mechanical body to operate. "Yeah, yeah ..." Talos mumbled as he took a half dozen bounding steps and launched into the air towards the north and west.
  9. Fire blossomed from the woman's hand like a volcanic eruption a vortex of fire so thick it seemed to have mass that took the young heroine, the golden demon, and the metal man in a single expanding gout that coated the facades across the way, melting glass and brick alike. Malrog's skin changed from burnished gold to golden orange as it heated under the onslaught. The demon smiled, showing teeth pointed like a shark's. A shouted warning, desperate and brief, was all that kept the young archer from being burned to the bone. She spun, flinging herself away and down, falling into a roll, and coming up with an arrow to nock. No string met her fingers however, only wafting strands of carbonized filament. The bow itself was fine but a new string would be needed. Talos was too big, too slow, too heavy to move out of the way. The attack was massive by the time it reached him, a boiling cloud thirty feet across and growing. Instead the cyborg ducked his head and brought up his arms shielding himself with heavily armored and reinforced forearms. His armor began to glow, and sensors displayed warnings about heat stress and temperature limits. With his arms up Talos couldn't see and Malrog used the distraction to hammer the hero with a series of rapid blows. Braced as he was Talos simply took the blows, but the rubber pads on his feet were melting, liquefying and each hit drove him backward, sliding on gooey rubber. Talos grunted, an affectation that had nothing to do with effort and more to do with frustration, and leaned forward, throwing himself bodily forward with his legs like a battering ram launched from a cannon. He hit the golden demon with full force and like a pair of billiards balls Talos came to a stop as the demon was launched backward into the jewelry store.
  10. Now ... Talos landed on a rooftop halfway between Alamo Square and the Downtown area to get his bearings. He was oblivious to the costumed form following in behind him. With vision ten times more acute than a human's he located the trouble spot, it was easy to see the tangle of cars near the corner of Pine and Sansome. Mnemonic poly-alloys flexed and Talos sprung into the air once more, on a ballistic course with the small empty space amid the chaotic snarl of crashed cars. In no time at all Talos was on a downward trajectory but his leap had been misaimed, and instead of a clear and empty section of street nine hundred and change pounds of metal, plastic, and good intentions landed feet first onto the hood of a 1967 Cadillac DeVille. Talos would have blushed had he blood, or skin, but lacking the required physiological components he instead stepped out of the ruin of the car's front end. "Sorry! Sorry about that, misjudged my jump. Sorry ..." he said, making pacifying gestures to the irate hipster who had climbed out of the driver's seat and was berating him. Talos looked around the immediate area, stopping at the sight of the demolished jeweler's. "Oh, well, I guess-" he had started to say when a golden form had catapulted itself at him with the force of a freight train. Malrog hit Talos like a battering ram and sent him tumbling through the Cadillac, to land in the crumpled bed of a pickup truck. "Ow ... I think." The demon continued the charge and now loomed over the fallen hero, its golden arms held together over its head ready to swing down upon Talos like a two-handed pile driver.
  11. May 5, 2012 - Alamo Square Talos stood stock still, crouched really, as the children climbed and clambered over him like some kind of jungle gym. The park had been merely a stopping point on his way from dropping a pickpocket off at the nearest precinct, but with little reason to continue he had stopped to greet a birthday boy and his friends and ended up becoming a plaything. The boys played at wresting the the great metal man, but there was little they could manage except to dangle from his outstretched arms, and run about through his wide legged stance. Through the built in radio pickups of his body Talos monitored the police bands, but the sunny Saturday afternoon was largely quiet. Nearby the childrens' mothers were asking him some rather pointed questions. What do you look like under all that armor? Is there a Mrs. Talos? What does a ten foot tall mechanical man do with his time off? And more. Talos answered as he could, politely refused where he chose, and apologized where he simply lacked the information to answer. He would have smiled with amusement had he a face, but the single amber eye in the center of his head conveyed no emotion or thought. " ... units to Golden Gate Jewelers. Sansome Street near Pine. Repeat all units to Golden Gate Jewelers ..." Talos' head swung suddenly in the direction of downtown. "Children, there is an apparent robbery in progress. I am sorry I must go." The voice of the mechanical man was a deep bass that befitted his size. The children slid off, or were plucked from him by their mothers. "Happy Birthday Billy," Talos said, stepping away, "and remember to be good." The little boy nodded enthusiastically as Bay CIty's only sponsored hero took three long strides and leaped into the sky.
  12. Additions for the Timeline: Jan. 2011: The supervillain Splicer makes his first appearance in Bay City, using a device called the DNAlterator to turn the inhabitants of the Mission neighborhood into brutish monsters under his control. Talos and Psi-Warrior team up to take down the villain, but find that the citizens do not revert to normal immediately. With Talos desperately working to rewire the DNAlterator to turn the people back Psi-Warrior engages in furious combat with the poor victims to buy time for Talos. May 2012: Talos and a young heroine calling herself Arrow Storm fight a demon known as Malrog the Golden Skinned and a witch known as Blackmoon. After their defeat the woman turns into a middle aged soccer mom and claims that she was possessed. The authorities set her free after magical examination shows that she does seem to be free of demonic influence.
  13. TALOS Name: Talos Real Name: Unknown Sex: Male (this is believed to be accurate based on Talos' voice and comments by Olympus Tech. PR Reps.) Height: 9' 6" (formerly 5' 11") Weight: 852 lbs. (formerly 189 lbs.) Eyes: Amber (formerly brown) Handedness: right Appearance: Reference file photo attached (above) Background: Talos' first appearance was two years ago during the 2009 Bay Area earthquake. The earthquake lasted only minutes but was rated as a class X on the Mercalli scale. Widespread damage to buildings and infrastructure ravaged Bay County and extended up and down the California coast. Talos bounded into action from somewhere in Alemeda (later determined to be the Olympus Technology Inc. campus) and set to using his abilities to assist local police, fire, and national guard with disaster relief. By the end of the day Talos had rescued hundreds of people from rubble, helped to extinguish dozens of fires, and made an incorruptible first image on the Bay Area in his first public appearance. The city approached Olympus about hiring Talos as a civic defender, allowing him to operate freely within Bay City with the mandate to assist the police with crime and act as the city's first line of defense against super humans. Seeing an opportunity to gain free PR worth Talos' weight in gold Olympus agreed. Since then Talos has served Bay City as its premiere "Civic Defender" against a wide variety of super-criminals. He has fought the pint-sized powerhouse known as Anvil multiple times often to a standstill. Talos single-handedly defeated the four man superteam Fusillade. More recently Talos was on hand to defeat the possessed sorceress BlackMoon and the Demon Malrog the Golden Skinned alongside a new hero, a young woman calling herself Arrow Storm. Shortly after the earthquake the city hired made an agreement with Olympus Technology Inc. based out of Alemeda, CA, to hire Talos as a public defender. Talos remains based out of the Alemeda facility of Olympus Technology. He appears to require regular maintenance there. It is unknown if Talos is a robot, an armored human, a cyborg, or something else. Talos is massively strong, easily capable of lifting dozens of tons. His upper limit is unknown. Talos is very heavily armored, and his actions against the supervillain team Fusillade has shown him able to withstand heavy machine-gun fire without damage. Talos has a spotlight in his chest. He famously used it to locate a lost child in Golden Gate Park and escort her back to her parents. Talos prefers to fight in close combat with unarmed strikes and grappling techniques, but when the need arises he has demonstrated ample ability with thrown objects. And a few notes about Olympus Technology Inc. Olympus has their fingers in dozens of tech sectors ranging from industrial machinery to medical prosthetics. Olympus is based in Alemeda with locations worldwide (though most are within the US, or US allies). They favor mythological Greek names for divisions, ex. Zues Power Systems, Hippocrates Medical, and Hermes Motorworks, among others. Olympus has an untarnished corporate record. They are well known for paying above average wages, keeping manufacturing within the US, and having a stance of corporate responsibility to their community.
  14. BTW, I'm willing to have pre-game connections with anybody that desires them, most likely in-cape unless somebody wants to go "way back"
  15. A little more public info about Talos... Talos' first appearance was during the aftermath of the 2010 earthquake where he was instrumental in the rescue and recovery operations working with police, fire, and national guard. Shortly after the earthquake the city hired made an agreement with Olympus Technology Inc. based out of Alemeda, CA, to hire Talos as a public defender. Talos remains based out of the Alemeda facility of Olympus Technology. He appears to require regular maintenance there. It is unknown if Talos is a man or a woman, though his voice is pitched to imply male. Likewise it is unknown if Talos is a robot, an armored human, a cyborg, or something else. Talos stands 9' 6" tall and weighs 852 lbs. Talos is massively strong, easily capable of lifting dozens of tons. His upper limit is unknown. Talos is very heavily armored, and his actions against the supervillain team Fusillade has shown him able to withstand heavy machine-gun fire without damage. Talos has a spotlight in his chest. He famously used it to locate a lost child in Golden Gate Park and escort her back to her parents. Talos prefers to fight in close combat with unarmed strikes and grappling techniques, but when the need arises he has demonstrated ample ability with thrown objects. And a few notes about Olympus Technology Inc. Olympus has their fingers in dozens of tech sectors ranging from industrial machinery to medical prosthetics. Olympus is based in Alemeda with locations worldwide (though most are within the US, or US allies). They favor mythological Greek names for divisions, ex. Zues Power Systems, Hippocrates Medical, and Hermes Motorworks, among others. Olympus has an untarnished corporate record. They are well known for paying above average wages, keeping manufacturing within the US, and having a stance of corporate responsibility to their community.
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