Archive Mutants & Masterminds: The Magisterium - [1.2] Jailbreak

[Dawn OOC]

May 7, 2012

Umatilla Military Correctional Facility

Umatilla was something of a legend among conspiracy nuts. It was labeled as a military prison, but there didn’t seem to be many prisoners listed there. As just one example, there was a Tiffany Schmit listed among the prisoners. She’d been convicted of treason and the records were sealed. Her family had been trying to get her released for eight years, to no avail. It was cases like this – where people were imprisoned under secretive reasons, where the government was telling people, ‘Trust us, really’ – that made Umatilla so notorious. What made the conspiracy people drool was the fact that an inordinate amount of resources, men and space was dedicated to imprison less than twenty people.

Of course, those were just the official prisoners.

Located in the dry mountains of Eastern Oregon, it was highly inaccessible. It was off of Up Middle Fork Rd, but vehicles without at least of foot of clearance were not making it up the narrow path. Most people and supplies were flown in by helicopter, which was the most reliable way in and out. Walking or horseback might get you close, but unless you had a way over the Constantia-wire fences, you probably weren’t getting into the facility.

Of course, the four people now approaching didn’t need horses. Between their own skills and the skills of their companions, the fences were not a big deal. They crossed the ‘Border Zone’ – the area between the fences and the facility proper – in no time. Now the prison, a squat brown building, was just in front of them.

All of the attackers knew the facility. They’d all see the map recently. They may not have to even enter. The goal was get one of their own out, and he was planning on meeting them halfway.

Yesterday...

May 6, 2012

Home

Grav – at least one of her personalities – Gold, Jeremy and Matt were all in the planning room when David entered. “Now that we’re all here,” Jack started, “I’d like to go over the plan. Then we’ll be asking if you’ll go along, help us out.”

“It is completely voluntary.” David’s interjection was probably unnecessary, but he made it anyway. “All we’re asking of you to stay here is help with provisions, but this is above that. This is war and I’m not conscripting any mutant into the conflict. Go on, Jack. Sorry to interrupt.”

“Not a problem. We have an operative named Randall who is currently imprisoned in the Umatilla Military Correctional Facility. It’s a prison for mutants and humans alike. Most of the humans there have been convicted of collaboration or treason regarding mutants. We have little idea as to the internal layout but we know that there are three wings: Alpha, Beta and Gamma. Alpha is high security and that’s where Russell has been kept. His mission is to retrieve another mutant codenamed Foresight and files of her precognitive predictions.”

“She can actually see the future?” Jeremy looked intrigued.

“According to DEHA files yes. Her abilities were fairly minor to start and affected only large scale events. But they are getting more and more precise, and it’s just a matter of time before she forecasts something about us.” David looked grim. “She’s a program baby, and we’re going to try to get her out of there and show her the world. Give her a wakeup call like we did Mary.”

“She’s in Beta Wing, and Russell’s going to break out and head for her. His signal is that you guys will start blowing things up.” Jack picked up the details of the plan again. “He’s also going to get the recordings of her prognostications, if he can. But that’s secondary to getting her.”

“Are we ready?” Matt looked at the three of them. “Just give the word and we’ll get this party started.”

[Jeremy]

Jeremy took a deep breath, and nodded, looking down at the building. "I'm ready. Oh," he added, remembering the numbers and descriptions of the forces guarding this base... "Just, so it's clear. I'll heal and trip the DeDe Responders on real acid. And try to talk down any would-be lapdogs." He frowned at the thought. "I hope they just see the light."

[Grav]

It was Chaos once again who was riding herd on the body that belonged to Annalise Gravinsky,

"I'm good, let's begin. You all will want to cover your ears." Even as she spoke She took to the skies, and smiled. They wanted a "boom", she'd give them a hell of one.

She began her dive, and just at a height of a hundred meters, hit the speed of sound, sending a massive sonicboom across the entire facility, even as she continued accellerating, hitting over six thousand mph, streaking off towards the west, and the open sea.

[Tengri]

It had been a long six months inside the Umatilla Military Correctional Facility, and Randall Urianhai was ready for his stay there to be over. At ten feet, three inches tall and weighing more than three thousand pounds, the huge mutant wasn’t much of an inside-guy to begin with, and the cells, hallways, and even the rooms where they “questioned” (read: tortured) him were all so cramped and small that it was beginning to wear at even his Zen-like level of personal calm. But, if May’s intel was correct, today was finally the day that he would get to leave. Sitting in his tiny cell all day long, and with nothing else to do, it had been difficult for Randall to think about anything else.

If Randall had ever had the opportunity of attending a normal school as a child he might have likened the sudden sounds of the sky itself being ripped apart by cascading sonic shockwaves to the blessed sound of a classroom’s alarm bell going off and announcing the end of school. But he hadn’t ever gone to a normal school, so the connection was missed. The mutant codenamed Tengri just knew he liked what he heard.

Immediately Randall stood, to the extent that his cramped quarters allowed, and took one short, quick step towards his cell’s reinforced door (a short, quick step was all he needed to cross the room, so small was it in comparison to his bulk). He bent at the waste, braced his clawed feet against the concrete floor of his cell, and leaned into the bulky door getting in the way of his freedom. He took one long, silent breath, tightened his muscles, and heaved. The door groaned and its hinges creaked, but it didn’t give way. He heaved himself against the door a second time and, while he could feel the center of the door beginning to cave, the door continued to hold fast.

Randall eased off, paused for a moment to let his breathe out and then take in another lungful of air. Once he’d done so and felt that he had himself properly braced again, he mentally counted to three and then he suddenly, violently, and calmly threw 3,234 lbs. against the reinforced door. His prison cell’s six-inch thick reinforced door really didn’t like that at all – and who could blame it, really? – and so, reluctantly, it gave way before its former hostage, crumpling in on itself like someone who’d just lost their purpose in life and allowing Randall Urianhai to step out into Alpha Wing’s main hallway a – for the moment – free mutant once again.

This also set off the facility’s alarms, of course, but that was only to be expected and while Randall did find the noise to be a bit abrasive he wasn’t surprised or particularly put out by this development. The guards standing watch at the end of the hall didn’t seem to like it very much, however, and (in Randall’s opinion) reacted very badly. One of the guards drew his weapon and took aim while the other reached for the phone and began hollering to anyone who was listening that “Tengri is out!!!”

The first guard pointed his weapon at Tengri and fired, but the big mutant twisted his massive bulk with surprising quickness and somehow the shot missed him. The first guard’s eyes got very big as he saw that his shot had missed, while the second guard jumped at the noise and turned to see if his companion was having any luck. (He wasn’t.)

In that instant Tengri’s fiery-orange and blood-red eyes seemed to blaze with a fearsome brilliance, while his inhumanly-thick neck ballooned outward alarmingly and seemingly every feather on his head, neck, and shoulders suddenly stood rigidly on end, causing the already-massive and frightening mutant to appear even larger and more terrifying. At the same time Tengri opened the huge, gleaming black and wickedly sharp beak that stood in for his mouth and let out a guttural scream that no human throat was capable of producing. Then he lunged forward and began to sprint at the two guards with a strange bird-like loping motion that most humans found (justifiably) alarming.

The second guard immediately pissed his pants, and almost dropped the phone, before managing to get it back to his ear and resume his frantic pleas for back-up. The first guard, meanwhile, completely panicked and began firing wildly at the charging mutant whose enormous frame seemed to fill up the entire hallway even though he was somehow dodging every single bullet. When Tengri evaded a few of his erstwhile captors’ better-aimed shots by skittering up the wall and then onto the ceiling while still running at top speed, like some sort of grizzly-sized spider, the guards’ panic reached a crescendo. Tengri continued his loping spiral across the hall’s ceiling and wall and back down to the floor again, but both of his soon-to-be victims were essentially useless by that point and he almost might as well have walked the rest of the way. When he reached them, neither put up much of a fight, and Tengri almost felt guilty as he slammed them both into a wall hard enough to break bones, crack ribs, and knock them unconscious (though not kill them). But he only almost felt guilty.

Less than ten seconds had passed since he’d broken out of his cell.

Randall paused for only the briefest of moments so that he could enjoy the feeling of stretching himself up to his full height (he would’ve liked to stretch his wings out as well, but the hall was simply too narrow so that would, unfortunately, have to wait until later), and then he sprang into sudden motion, repeating the process he’d used on his cell door. As with his cell door, it took only two shoves before it began to cave in, but instead of finishing the job with a third shove, Tengri stepped back and gave a single, strong, triple-jointed kick.

He would’ve been lying if he’d said that he’d planned it so that his kick would send the door flying just as the fast-approaching (but still too late) back-up were just within range of the careening chunk of reinforced steel, but he wasn’t exactly surprised either. Things just seemed to work out for him like that sometimes.

Randall waded into the midst of the disoriented guards and let loose with another of his guttural screams before really setting into them. Two of the guards he took out with a single backhanded swing of his massive fist, while simultaneously grabbing the head of a third guard with the talons of his left foot. That unfortunate guard was hurled to the ground with neck-breaking force and Tengri let the motion carry him – and his beak – forward into the face of a fourth man with equally violent force.

Randall wasn’t thrilled about the fact that he’d probably just killed those last two guards, but despite his recent breakout this wasn’t a fight he’d started, and there really were rather a lot of guards crammed into the hallway with him which meant he couldn’t afford to be choosy about how exactly he incapacitated his enemies. He was just going to have to take whatever opportunities came his way and make the most of them – literally make the most of them, if need be.

Four guards were down, but the remaining several had had time to draw a bead on him and promptly opened fire, apparently heedless of their wounded colleagues’ safety. Some of the shots missed but more of them did not; none of them hurt overmuch though and, as he positioned himself for the next round of attacks, Randall’s still-calm mind reflected on how the DEHA was getting lazy and relying too much on collars and kytone. These guards should have been much better armed. And trained. Stupid, he thought, as he again reached the nearest guards and immediately began laying into them.

The fifth and sixth guards he simply shouldered into walls, bouncing between them like an enormous pachinko ball and letting his massive weight do the work for him, while the seventh, eighth, and ninth guards were KO’ed by a brutally fast right-uppercut-left-jab-left-elbow combination.

About twelve more seconds had passed.

Tengri stalked towards the tenth and last guard radiating a fearsome intensity. The terrified guard managed to pull off a single shot, which the big mutant dodged simply by twisting at the hips without really slowing down, and then the monster was on him. He found himself staring upwards for more than four feet, where his frightened gaze was trapped and held by what appeared to him to be the gleaming red-orange eyes of a predator eyeing its next meal.

“Tell me exactly how to get to this facility’s computer mainframes from here”, Randall Urianhai ordered, his deep voice rumbling, and added, “quickly.”

The quivering guard told him. Quickly.

Randall held out one enormous clawed hand and said, “Now give me your security pass.”

The guard gave it to him.

“Thank you, very much”, Randall said once he had received the pass, his thanks containing a sincerity that seemed odd and out-of-place, given the circumstances. The human gave him a strained and confused look but wasn’t able to come up with anything to say before Randall picked him up and hurled him down the remaining length of the hallway, where he crashed into wall before falling to the ground unconscious.

Randall Urianhai stalked past the man’s crumpled form as he exited the hallway and left Alpha wing. If all went well, he’d be able to make a short detour through the main building and grab some digital files before heading to Beta wing, at which point he would “rescue” a project-bred precog, before making his way on out of the prison entirely where, he hoped, his contacts and his ticket out of this place were going to meet him. But Randall knew that, even for a mutant who could manipulate probability, things rarely went so smoothly. He'd just have to make the most of whatever opportunities came his way.

It had been approximately thirty seconds since his escape began.

[Dawn OOC]

Matt grimly watched ‘Grav’ at play, then turned to Noctis and Gold. “Hold on, I’m going to get you guys into close quarters with them.” With no more fanfare than that, the earth below their feet rose in a sudden surge, pushing them toward the building of the prison. Klaxons were already screaming as Matt tore up the earth and threw vehicles into the air.

A group of soldiers had already rushed outside to respond to the buzzing they’d received were now facing a worse threat – Gold and Noctis were moving to intercept them.

I’m keeping it cinematic at this time. Feel free to kill soldiers; just don’t enter the building quite yet.

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Randall stormed into the Central portion of the building like a large and unfortunate storm. At first, there were a lot of narrow hallways, but instead of leading to cells, these led to offices, break rooms and conference rooms. It was like any office building anywhere, except for the people wearing BDUs. Those who attacked him were stopped as efficiently as possible. Those not in uniform generally got out of his way, save for one poor woman so caught by fear that she couldn’t even move. He picked her up and set her aside, out of his path.

The computer room was locked, of course. And just as predictably, Randall put his shoulder against it and forced the issue. This door wasn’t as protected as the ones on the cell blocks and one good shove opened it completely.

The room was deserted, though there were signs it had just been occupied. Randall moved to the computer and opened the side of it with little care for the exterior metal. Tyrone had showed him pictures of what the hard drive was going to look like, and it was fairly easy to pick it out of the machine. He took far more care in getting the piece of hardware out of the machine.

As Randall tucked that bit of machinery away in a safe place on his person, he considered that the hardest part was still ahead of him.

[Tengri]

When your hands are almost twice the size of a normal person’s, are shaped more like a bird’s feet, and your fingertips end in four-inch long talons, extracting a delicate hard drive from inside of a mainframe computer isn’t the easiest thing in the world. Trying to get it out quickly because you also happen to be in the middle of a prison break and there might be an entire squadron of armed guards about to crash through the (busted down) door behind you at any moment only makes it harder. Even so, while Randall did hurry, he did not rush the process any more than he thought he could reasonably manage.

If all he wanted to do was get the drive out as fast as possible he could just rip the entire thing out and worry about whether it still worked or not later – but ensuring its contents could still be read by his compatriots after his escape was at least as important as acquiring the drive in the first place. So despite the precariousness of his current position, Randall concerned himself more with being careful and precise than with how much time it took. And as the big mutant had expected, doing so resulted in his getting the drive out of its casing and into a pocket of his oversized prison overalls in less than half a minute.

Now on to his primary objective.

As Tengri exited the computer room (having to bend almost double to squeeze through its much more normal-sized frame), another contingent of prison guards caught up with him. Their fear had been announcing their approach for a few seconds by that point however, so Randall wasn’t surprised to see them. The giant onyx-feathered mutant had to admit that he felt a certain sympathy for the humans’ plight. The prison’s confines would normally be an advantage in containing and stopping most potential escapees. But Tengri wasn’t most escapees.

While he wasn’t able to avoid all of their bullets – or even most of them – it hardly mattered to the thick hide of armor-tough scales he was concealing underneath his feathers, and at his size and with his strength the tight confines of the prison halls were more of an advantage to him than to them. He hardly needed do more than flex the muscles of his enormous frame and some poor human would be slammed into the nearest wall. The only way they could stay out of his reach was to run away – and he was faster than they were!

As he had done in each previous encounter, Randall did what he could to minimize fatalities – if not injuries – and to incapacitate his would-be captors as efficiently as possible. He did not like any of the humans who worked at Umatilla (that he had met, anyway), but he did not hate any of them either; they were just people doing their jobs. What they did for a living was wrong, and they would need to be held accountable for that one day, but that could wait for a more appropriate time. The mutant the DEHA had codenamed Tengri did not fancy himself to be their judge, jury, or executioner.

Tengri’s passage through Umatilla’s central building and into Beta wing was controlled, measured, deliberate, and very, very fast. Despite his size and the confines of the prison interior, many guards never saw him coming or going. It saved him time otherwise wasted on fighting them and it added to their fear and confusion as it made it seem like he was many places at once and able to pass through walls and prison bars like a ghost.

As he neared a crossroads point where he could conceivably have gone in the direction of any one of the prison’s three wings, Tengri used the radio he’d removed from an unconscious guard and, mimicking the guard’s voice perfectly, he frantically called out a “sighting” of “the escapee” heading in the direction of Gamma wing – which was the most lightly guarded (and thus defended) – and so would make a believable destination for an escaping mutant. Or at least, that’s what Tengri was hoping the guards would think. Once his message was sent he pocketed the radio and immediately began moving in the direction of Beta wing.

As he’d hoped the halls and choke points leading to Beta were mostly empty as he approached its primary entrance and Tengri had little trouble penetrating what little security had been left in place to guard it. In fact, it was beginning to bother the big mutant that things had gone as well as they had. Everything was going almost perfectly to plan and yet – even for a probability manipulator – that was practically a statistical impossibility. Strategy & Tactics 101: no battle plan survived first contact intact.

Randall tried not to let it bother him, but he nonetheless felt like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop as he came to a stop outside the cell containing the primary objective of this entire mission. As he’d done with so many of Umatilla’s doors over the course of the past several minutes, Tengri braced himself against the door to “Foresight’s” cell and shoved hard.

[Grav]

Chaos returned, with yet another sonicboom, hitting the western side of the base, even as she slowed down, beginning to take shots at the guards. The only indication she was doing something was when a small hole opened up in the chest of one of the guards, right where his heart used to be. one after another died as Chaos chuckled. This was fun, even as they began to shoot at the White haired nova.

[Jeremy]

Jeremy supposed at some level the soldiers were doing their duty. Of course, that duty was abominable, and in some respects, giving them that defense was a hypocritical human justification, as so many justifications were. Nuremberg had established the precedent that 'following orders' was no absolution of responsibility. But then, humanity paid lip service to so many concepts when those became inconvenient.

Dr. Johnson's comment about the 'loudest yelps for freedom coming from slave drivers' still remained quite true and potent in the hidden mutant world. And of course, as was Jeremy's direct experience, many of the soldiers and DEHA staff took actions and liberties harmful to mutantkind beyond what their superiors commanded them to do.

So Jeremy had no qualms about killing them, as he plunged into the morass of soldiers. Out of the corner of his eyes, Gold was beginning to do his best work, but Jeremy had been getting enough temporary training as to not be a slouch here. The first soldier managed to raise his gun, but Jeremy spewed a generated spray of acid out of his mouth, burning away at the now screaming man's throat and face.

Too close now to be shot at without risking severe harm to their buddies, another pair of soldiers paused, and that hesitation led to Jeremy quickly slapping an arm of theirs each. The contact caused the application of a paralytic poison, and the two collapsed. Heart fibrillation would occur in moments. The butt of a rifle hit Jeremy in the shoulder, and as he struggled with the wielder- sending into the bloodstream substances that would super-clot the arteries and veins around the heart, another soldier fixed a bayonet and stabbed sharply into Jeremy's side.

Jeremy staggered in a grimace of pain, but managed to turn, turning his next foe's grin into shock and fear as Jeremy's regenerative cocktails were self-triggered to repair the damage swiftly. Noctis' next oral gout of acid simply covered the throat. No sounds this time, the smell of blood and smouldering flesh filled the air.

[Gold]

Gold straddled the moving earth with eerie ease, as if this was all part of the plan, rehearsed a thousand times until instinct alone carried the day. In reality instinct did indeed carry the day, because he was surprised when Matt made the earth do jumping jacks and only maintained his balance because his body did not know how to do anything else.

He reached back and slid his knife free of its sheath, staring down at the soldiers moving into formation to intercept them. No expression touched his features. In the back of his mind, futures flickered, and his body responded with infinitesimal shifts of balance and posture, preparing for the optimal one of those futures.

The soldiers opened fire as his patch of earth prepared to deep six in the middle of them. They spread out, as calm as professional men can be when reality stops working right.

Gunfire ripped the air around his ears but did not touch him. Then he sprang.

Gold flipped twice in the air before landing on one man’s shoulders and driving his knife into his brain through the top of his head. Even as the first corpse was falling Gold sprang to the next man, flipping again and as he passed over his target he slashed twice, cutting the man’s throat open on both sides.

He landed, spun into the third and rammed his blade into his stomach. Gold heard the soft, shocked ‘huff’ that always came with surprise and shock. That only grew more intense when Gold left his knife buried in the man’s stomach, rolled around behind him and straightened him up as the remaining two soldiers opened fire.

Human flesh, contrary to popular belief, is not a good shield against bullets. Yet in the man’s body the bullets struck bone, bounced off ribs, slowed in soft tissue and ricocheted in such a way that all those which cut right through missed Gold completely.

Gold spun his shield around, crushed his nose back into his brain with a headbutt. He stripped the rifle from the soldier’s hands as he was falling, jumped forward and rolled, came up in a crouch and fired two shots.

The final two soldiers collapsed with neat holes in their foreheads.

He remained crouched, almost spider-like, maximizing the cover from the now broken-up concrete and the wad of earth that served as his unexpected taxi. Almost as an afterthought he ripped his knife free from the soldier’s corpse and sheathed it again.

[Dawn OOC]

Familiar mechanical whines followed by thumps tell the heroes that the big boys have arrived. Three Rapid Responders in ESB suits dropped from the sky, their jumps placing them close enough to start shooting at the mutants. The rumble of a tank was closing and was echoed by a rumble from over their heads. A quick glance up showed a tired-looking Hispanic man standing on the roof, while overhead, clouds gathered with unnatural quickness. The man wore a familiar silver collar, marking him as mutant even before they saw his lightning-filled eyes.

Initiative

Tempest – 9

ESB – 5

Supertank – 1

Soldiers – 4

PC Required Rolls

Initiative and first round actions; I’ll give the PC’s actions and do their rolls in reply. Questions, see the OOC.

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Randall stared at the door to Beta wing. Alarms were blaring loudly and they served to help obscure the sound of Tengri forcing this door. Like the main doors out of Alpha, it gave reluctantly and only after several pushes. He found himself in another dismal institutional corridor. There were only a few doors here; the mutant guards at this zoo had their own rooms in Beta, along with the more lightly guarded prisoners. As far as he knew, that was only Foresight; the other mutants here were guards and therefore compliant. May had not been able to access much information on the precognitive and so couldn’t pass on specifics to Randall.

With his head hunched, he made his way down the short hall to Foresight’s door. This one wasn’t as heavy as the door to the wing or his own cell had been, but it was still substantial. Randall cracked his neck, set his shoulder against the door and shoved. It gave way after a second push.

The room beyond was less like a cell and more like a dorm suite. There was a small kitchen with a microwave, hotplate and small fridge. A couch and chair was in front of a small television. Tengri could see a small bathroom to the left and a bedroom behind the living room. What he didn’t see, immediately, was Foresight. She could be hiding in the bedroom.

Initiative

Foresight – 14

Kything – 20

Soldiers – 12

PC Required Rolls

Initiative and first round actions.

Tengri, I also need a Will Save if he enters the bedroom.

[Gold]

One of the more eerie things about Gold was an instinctual habit he picked up over the years, something he was sure came from the subconscious nature of his power. Infrequent bouts of self-examination revealed all sorts of little tics and behavioural patterns that made no sense unless he assumed they were directly caused by his ability to perceive the future. He had already turned to face the Rapid Responder troops before they arrived, the same way he would always be looking right at the door when a scientist came through it, and usually gazing at some vital point or nerve cluster. They never liked that once they realized what his eyes were inexorably drawn to.

He examing the trio and their lightning-sheathed mutant compatriot. He’d leave that guy for someone else. He still had a recent encounter with electricity on his memory and could do without further reminders.

Gold’s target analysis and decision making happened as he charged one of the Rapid Responders. He had to assume they all had those grenades, and that meant he needed to be in as close as possible. Guns didn’t work last time. Maybe his knife would. No armour came without a chink.

He locked eyes with his target, letting him look through those glittering windows into the world of future deaths that lurked behind.

Initiative roll: 8+7 = 15

WhiteRain.vc *rolls* 1d20: 8: 8

[Jeremy] 4:14 pm: Initiative is 1d20+Ag

[Jeremy] 4:14 pm: and do you have Improved Initiative?

[WhiteRain.vc] 4:15 pm: I have seize initiative

[Jeremy] 4:15 pm: then you could spend an HP to automatically go first

[Jeremy] 4:15 pm: but that probably isn't a good diea

[Kamiko] 4:15 pm: Yep

[Jeremy] 4:15 pm: *idea

[Kamiko] 4:15 pm: True

[Jeremy] 4:16 pm: since you've already got a 8+7= 15

[Kamiko] 4:16 pm: Sometimes he who strikes last, strikes best.

[Jeremy] 4:16 pm: witnessesed btw

Actions: Moving towards one of the Rapid Responders and using Eyes of a Killer on him; if any of the others or Mr. Lightning Pants can see his eyes they need to roll as well, DC 19 will save

[Jeremy]

Jeremy looked up and shook his head at the lightning-eyed mutant, conveyed a clear message. Don't do this, don't aid your captors. Meanwhile he leveled his gaze to another jack-booted RR trooper and closed the gap, preparing to dodge any punches or blasts coming his way. And hopefully, be too close to be attack by those bombs.

OOC

Initiative: Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 18+2: 20

[Jeremy] 12:42 pm: witness?

[envoy] 12:43 pm: nice roll.

Move action towards another RR, and Defend action:

Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 2+5: 7

7 + 10 = 17

Persuasion roll for swaying Tempest:

Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 13+10: 23

[Grav]

Chaos sighed. "I knew this was too easy." She reached out, targeting one of the ESB suits hopefully before it could get itself established. An invisible blast of hyperconcentrated gravity shot forth, and with any luck would remove one foe quickly.

init

Long6 *rolls* 1d20: 18+4: 22

attack with blast

Long6 *rolls* 1d20: 13+10: 23

target needs to make a toughness save vs DC 25

Remainder of array is in flight and forcefield is up and active.

[Tengri]

Randall Urianhai (aka Tengri)

HP: 1/1

Luck: 5/4

Condition: Fine

Randall didn't like this. He hadn't been briefed on the possibility that the DEHA would perform an extraction to remove 'Foresight' from the Umatilla facility grounds in the event of an emergency like this. Not that that was surprising, since the DEHA wasn't normally in the habit of acting to protect its mutants. If his primary objective on this operation had been extracted, Urianhai wouldn't know where to go looking for her.

Carefully, the mutant squeezed his enormous bulk into the girl's rooms - which were, in their entirety, vastly nicer than any room he'd ever been housed in - and began his search.

The other thing he wasn't particularly comfortable with was that he had no real idea what sorts of powers might be in play here. May really hadn't given him much to go on as far as the compliant mutant girl's powers went. It seemed obvious that Foresight wasn't in the kitchen, the bathroom, or the living room, which left the bedroom. Tengri had hoped not to have to squeeze so far into such a relatively confined space (for him), but it didn't seem that he had much choice.

It occurred to him that, if the girl really was compliant and really could see the future, she could potentially have seen him coming and warned her masters, who could then have prepared quite the trap for him in this small apartment. If Randall's beak allowed for it, he would've frowned with a mixture of irritated uncertainty and weary resignation as his piercing red-orange eyes scrutinized the 'program baby's' room. He still didn't see her, but that didn't mean she wasn't hiding in there somewhere. And he'd already satisfied himself, as best he could, that the girl wasn't hiding elsewhere in the 'dorm suite'.

Though still as emotionally calm and at ease as ever, Tengri nonetheless made his way into Foresight's room in as wary and cautious a manner as possible. He didn't want anyone sneaking up on him from behind, and he'd feel like quite the fool if the girl slipped out of her cell and got away while his back was turned.

Initiative Roll: 5 + 8 = 13

[Centimane] 6:30 pm: how do you roll dice in here again?

[Abyss Phantasia] 6:30 pm: (/d xdx)

[Kamiko] 6:30 pm: type in /d ?

[Abyss Phantasia] 6:30 pm: remove the () and replace the x with numbers

Centimane *rolls* 1d10: 7: 7

[Centimane] 6:31 pm: Ok, yeah, that works

Centimane *rolls* 1d20: 5: 5

Will Save: 8 + 14 = 22

Centimane *rolls* 1d20: 8: 8

[Centimane] 7:04 pm: Spending Luck, cuz why not

Centimane *rolls* 1d20: 14: 14

[Centimane] 7:05 pm: Yay!

[Dawn OOC]

Grav struck out at the Rapid Responder but he didn’t react to the blow. Jeremy dodged his attacker with ease; his silent communication to the compliant, collared mutant across a battlefield and through a building storm seemed to go unnoticed.

Matt turned to take care of the human soldiers; his job would be to keep them tied up for a bit. Tempest, meanwhile, focused his attention on Grav. For a moment, he just stood there; then a bolt of lightning smashed out of the sky, barely missing the gravity-controlling mutant.

The three rapid responders didn’t do well with their initial results. The first missed Grav completely, while the second whiffed on Jeremy. The last missed Gold by a mile.

Then the tank came in to play. Its main cannon leveled on Grav and fired. The shell slammed into her with bone-shattering force as the operator hit her dead-on.

Initiatives

Grav – 22

Jeremy – 20

Gold – 15

Matt - 13

Tempest – 9

ESB [3] – 5

Soldiers – 4

Supertank – 1

Combat Rolls

RR #1 [attacked by Grav] Toughness save vs. DC 25 – 14+14 = 28, Pass

Tempest [Communication with Jer] Insight roll – 18+3 = 21, Fail

RR #2 [attacked by Gold] Will save vs. DC 19 – 3+2 = 5, Fail by three degrees

Tempest [attacking Grav] Lightning Bolt vs. DC 20 – 6+12 = 18, miss

RR #1 [attacking Grav] Electrical Cannon vs. DC 20 – 6+6 = 12, miss

RR #2 [attacking Jeremy] Electrical Cannon vs. DC 17 – 3+6 = 9, miss

RR #3 [attacking Gold] vs. DC 25 – 11+6 = 17, miss

Supertank [attacking Grav] Main Cannon vs DC 20 – 20+10 = 30, CRIT

Damage DC is 30.

PC Required Rolls

Grav needs to make a Toughness check DC 30.

---

Tengri entered the room and found that he wasn’t alone. For a moment, he thought he was; then his mind cut through the mental concealment that Kything had attempted to erect. Of course, Tengri didn’t know that was why after a second he’d sworn he was alone he suddenly wasn’t. Instead, he only knew that one of them had tried to use powers on him and it had failed.

They didn’t look like fearsome combatants; it was just two girls, one standing protectively in front of the other. The one huddled in the corner was definitely a mutant. She had almost plastic-looking white skin, no hair and large silver eyes that were too slanted to be human. The girl in front of her was dark-skinned; she would have been pretty had she not looked terrified of him. “Please leave,” the dark skinned girl begged. “Leave us alone.”

Initiatives

Kything – 20

Foresight – 14

Tengri – 13

Soldiers – 12

Combat Rolls

None.

PC Required Rolls

None.

[Grav]

(This game hates this PC, the second Crit, in conssecutive combats, in the first round, both nearly killing the pc. I think I need to make better builds..... or at least more lucky ones.)

The Shot hurt her, but it was negligble as she seemed to focus more power to her gravitic shielding, the blow was more a glancing one deflected partially at the last second.

She immediately switched targets to the tank, leveling a blast at the turret.

Toughness

Long6 *rolls* 1d20: 1+10: 11

[Long6] 11:19 pm: really

[Long6] 11:19 pm: fail by 4

[Long6] 11:19 pm: 4 categories

[Long6] 11:20 pm: guess I have no choice but to spend a HP there

[Long6] 11:20 pm: spending HP

Long6 *rolls* 1d20: 17+10: 27 fail by 3 Toughness -1

[Long6] 11:21 pm: better

[Long6] 11:23 pm: *swearing*

[Long6] 11:25 pm: attack

Long6 *rolls* 1d20: 11+10: 21 Damage DC 25

[Jeremy]

The boom of the lightning bolt suggested Jeremy's plea had not made it through. No time for frustration, or giving it much thought, as he plunged towards the Rapid Responder shooting at him. Most people would laugh at a slap and call it girly. But Jeremy was delivering a slap with extremely concentrated acid bursting out at the point of impact. No one laughs at that.

OOC

Move Action to reach RR #2

Standard Action to smack RR 2 with an acid slap! meaning Harming Substances.

[Jeremy] 11:18 am: Attack roll

[Jeremy] 11:18 am: 1d20+10

[Jeremy] 11:18 am: doh

Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 5+10: 15

[Jeremy] 11:19 am: I am lucky.

[Jeremy] 11:19 am: bad roll, but it still hits just

Damage DC 25 Fortitude (Secondary Effect)

[Tengri]

Randall Urianhai (aka Tengri)

HP: 1/1

Luck: 4/5

Condition: Fine

Tengri had almost missed the two girls entirely when he'd first entered the tiny bedroom. He didn't know what sort of mutant power had been at work - or even which of the girls had attempted to use it on him - but he'd come very close to being fooled by it. If his eyes hadn't fallen on the picture sitting on the nightstand next to Foresight's bed there was little chance Tengri's mind would've been able to penetrate the girls' deception.

The picture was a strange, surreal, fantastic, and somehow melancholic one. It seemed to be a photograph of a person hanging from a large cluster of balloons as it floated over a large and rather old-looking city. Having spent the majority of his life under the strict control of the MDC and DEHA, with little exposure to the outside world and having seen only a very few films of any sort, Randall had yet to connect the city in the image with Paris and it was unlikely that he would ever connect the image itself with the 1956 French film La Ballon rouge. This meant he also couldn't appreciate the irony that someone, at some point in the MDC's past, had chosen to decorate the rooms of at least a few of its mutants with an image from a film that had been intended to symbolize such things as dreams, hope, love, friendship, and the cruelty of those who would destroy them.

Randall knew that the MDC had used that exact same picture to decorate at least a few of its mutants' rooms because it had been hanging from a wall in the nicest of the rooms they'd ever housed him in. When he'd been younger the image had affected him powerfully and the memory of it continued to bang around in the back of his mind even after all the years since he'd left his cell with the picture of the little boy and his balloons floating over an ancient city. Because of this his keen eyes had been drawn to it almost immediately upon entering Foresight's bedroom.

It was as Randall examined the fondly-remembered image that he'd noticed the reflection of the two girls in its glass surface that Kything had not thought to edit out of his perceptions. If he hadn't had the same photograph hanging in one of his childhood cells as Foresight had sitting on the nightstand in her own cell now, he never would have noticed. As was often the case for Randall, that coincidence had worked to his advantage.

"I'm very sorry", Randall said in response to Kything's plea that he leave them alone, "but I can't do that."

The enormous mutant squatted on his haunches (which dropped his bird-like head down to around eye-level with the girls) to try and lessen their fear of him and, in as gentle a voice as he could manage, he added, "if it helps, I'm not here to hurt either of you."

Tengri's gaze shifted from Kything to the younger girl with the plastic-looking skin; "I've only come for you", he said. "I would say that I've come to rescue you", he continued, "but I don't know if you'll see it that way. Either way, I've come here to take you away from this place, and you must come with me now."

Foresight continued to huddle fearfully in her corner while Kything blanched at Tengri's words and moved to place herself even moreso between her charge and the giant who'd come to take the girl away. Randall shifted his gaze back to Kything when he saw this and with invitation in his voice he said, "I didn't come for you, sister, but you're welcome accompany us if you would like to."

[Gold]

Gold ran hunched, powering forward so hard that if he were to stop dead he would have gone face down to the floor, straight ahead at his target like a fired bullet from a gun. The man took a step back before firing his gun. Futures flashed and flickered behind Gold’s eyes. His lips twisted into a bestial snarl.

He darted sideways, dodging a bolt of crackling energy that looked suspiciously like electricity. Then he cartwheeled in the other direction, jumping over another. The third shot was so wild it might have been aimed at a bird overhead. The man kept giving up ground.

In swift and fluid motion Gold drew his knife from its sheath, rolled into a jump, handspring and a second roll that brought him up inside the armoured soldier’s guard. He slashed upward but the blade turned on an armoured plate, spun and slammed the back of his elbow right into the man’s throat. Without missing a beat he completed his spin and brought his knife up underneath the man’s armpit, aiming for a chink in the plate, a stress fracture hitherto unknown, or whatever else the predatory tomorrows could cook up for his latest victim.

[WhiteRain.vc] 7:44 pm: Right. I need to get posting. I am needed in Jailbreak where it is time to politely attempt to punch someone in the throat.

[Lobby]: Heritage has left at 7:44 pm

[WhiteRain.vc] 7:45 pm: Hence the following dice roll which will be:

WhiteRain.vc *rolls* 1d20: 17: 17

[WhiteRain.vc] 7:46 pm: And that's a crit!

[WhiteRain.vc] 7:46 pm: Witness?

[jameson] 7:47 pm: praise da jeebus!

[Malachite] 7:47 pm: Witness!

Carver-working coudn't think of anything funny.

[jameson] 7:47 pm: mine was funnier

[WhiteRain.vc] 7:49 pm: Hopefully 'praise da jeebus' is what the throat-punched soldier is croaking out after this turn.

[Dawn OOC]

Grav immediately switched targets to the tank, leveling a blast at the turret. She snarled as the tank appeared unscathed. She wasn’t sure what it was made of, but she was sure she was going to have to come at this from the side instead of head on.

The boom of the lightning bolt suggested Jeremy's plea had not made it through. No time for frustration, or giving it much thought, as he plunged towards the Rapid Responder shooting at him. Most people would laugh at a slap and call it girly. But Jeremy was delivering a slap with extremely concentrated acid bursting out at the point of impact. No one laughs at that. Jeremy grinned as he slapped the Rapid Responder, only to have the acid drip harmlessly against the suit. He barely had time to do more than think, Oh, shit! before he was punched hard enough to make his eyes cross.

Gold drew his knife from its sheath, rolled into a jump, handspring and a second roll that brought him up inside the armored soldier’s guard. He slashed upward but the blade turned on an armored plate, spun and slammed the back of his elbow right into the man’s throat. Without missing a beat he completed his spin and brought his knife up underneath the man’s armpit, aiming for a chink in the plate, a stress fracture hitherto unknown, or whatever else the predatory tomorrows could cook up for his latest victim. His blade found no soft spot, this time.

Matt walled off a few more soldiers, glancing back with worry at the group. He wasn’t worried about anything specific, just worried in general. These were his people, and he was here to make sure they came home.

Tempest eyed the field of battle, looking for targets. The white haired woman seemed the biggest threat that was also close enough for him easily affect, and he was feeling a bit lazy tonight. Again he built up charge around her and in the clouds above with a speed nature had never intended before unleashing it in a massive bolt of lightning. The flash of light left afterimages on all the observers and the thunder rattled teeth and shook the building. The combined effect was a blinding, deafening attack focused on Grav.

The first of the Rapid Responders fired at Grav again. She was a good target, and she looked like she could lay out some damage. Not that she’d done so yet but he was worried about how she was throwing around her powers. His cannon blast hit her square.

The Rapid Responder on Jer grinned and said, “Try again, little man.” Then he punched him with a glowing, crackling fist that hurt like hell and dispersed energy through his body.

The last one, recognizing that he’d never actually hit the bouncing ball of energy that was Gold, leapt backwards and fired an Electrical Bomb. Let the gay fag mutie pirouette out of that.

The soldiers found themselves tangling with Quake. They weren’t familiar with all the mutants in the world, but an American facility was at least passingly familiar with the earth-mover. They were fighting valiantly, but they were outgunned and the Rapid Responders were responding to other threats.

Initiatives

Grav – 22

Jeremy – 20

Gold – 15

Matt – 13

Tempest – 9

ESB [3] – 5

Soldiers – 4

Supertank – 1

Combat Rolls

Supertank [attacked by Grav] Toughness save vs. DC 25 – 13+16 = 29, Pass

RR #2 [attacked by Jer] Fortitude save vs DC 25 – Immune (Enclosed Suit)

RR #3 [attacked by Gold] Fortitude save vs DC 23 – 11+13 = 24, Pass

Matt here

Tempest [attacking Grav] Dazzling Strike vs DC 20 – 20+4 = 24, Hit and Crit

Fortitude save is DC 25 (Impaired/Disabled/Unaware)

RR #1 [attacking Grav] Electrical Cannon vs DC 20 – 16+6 = 22, Hit (but not a crit!!)

--Damage DC is 23

RR #2 [attacking Jeremy] Electrical Punch vs DC 15 – 19+8, Hit and Crit

--Damage DC is 28

RR #3 [attacking Gold] Electrical Bomb Burst Area Blast

DC 18 to Dodge

DC 23 if Dodge fails; DC 18 if Dodge succeeds

Soldiers here

Supertank [attacking Grav] Main Turret vs DC 20 – 8+10 = 18, Miss! (whew!)

NPC Damage Tracking

RR #2 is Staggered, -1 Toughness

PC Required Rolls

Grav needs to make a Fortitude check DC 25 (Degrees of Affliction are: Impaired/Disabled/Unaware).

Grav needs to make a Toughness check DC 23.

Jer needs to make a Toughness check DC 28.

Gold needs to make a Dodge check DC 18, then a Toughness check at DC 23 if he fails the Dodge and DC 18 if he passes

---

Kything was terrified. The bird-monster was scary, almost as scary as Capt. Bryson. She knew that she had to protect Foresight from the bird-monster, but she wasn’t made to be like this! She was made to read minds and hide from people. His mind was an empty rush of wind to her; it gave her nothing but the hiss of wind. She wondered if his mind was just a bird’s, and always caught in the clouds.

But while his mind was closed to her, other things were not. Kything had always done well reading people and animals. She knew what that almost-blink meant and why someone’s head tilted when they spoke. She was very good at knowing when men were looking at her that way, when they were going to hurt like Bryson had when she was little. So she was watching the bird-man’s face and eyes when she said, “Where are you taking us? I mean, where do you want to take us?”

And when the bird-monster said, “Someplace safe, sister. Someplace away from DEHA” Kything knew he wasn’t lying. He was the opposite of lying. He meant every word and meant them in a way that superseded the truth. Every fiber of his being meant the word ‘safe’.

Kything had read about the word. She’d never felt it herself, not in the orphanage and definitely not since the day that Capt. Bryson explained that she was a mutant and had to do whatever he told her or he’d kill her. And the other word he’d used – sister – she knew what that word meant too. It meant the feeling she got when she was with Foresight, after the night they’d made little cuts on their palms and clasped hands and became blood-sisters like in the book they’d read. He meant that word too and while it meant maybe his skin was dark under his feathers too, she thought it was because he was a mutant. He meant his words, and it didn’t take her more than a second to have an answer.

Her fingers tightened around Foresight’s. “Okay.” Her agreement was given softly and in a near-whisper. She looked down at Foresight, who was looking up at her, puzzled. “It’s okay.”

Initiatives

Kything – 20

Foresight – 14

Tengri – 13

Soldiers – 12

Combat Rolls

Kything [vs Tengri] Insight roll to read his veracity vs DC 25 (he’s got a bird-face!) – 20+10 = 30, Pass

PC Required Rolls

None.

[Gold]

This was like a rerun of a bad comedy. Not that he should have expected anything else. Seriously, a knife against advanced body armour? Might as well go after the tank. But guns didn’t work last time. He hoped there was some future in which he would put the man down, and that his brain would guide him to it.

No luck.

Sparks flickered and died like fireflies in a wind tunnel. Then the soldier jumped backward and launched an electrical grenade.

Gold was ready, rolling aside even before the projectile left its barrel. It didn’t work. The grenade went off with a crackle and a hiss, and his roll left him on the outer edge of its corona.

Pain wracked his flesh and muscles, they spasmed out of control, and he let out a wordless cry of suffering. But he was at the edge of the blast.

As his eyes cleared and he found himself on one knee, prison uniform blackened, hair singed and flesh smoking, he could feel himself recovering. Strength returned fast. The last licks of the lightning touched his fingers and his feet, but they were lazy now, bored. They faded out.

Gold emerged from the crackling storm, teeth gritted and fists clenched. He glared at the armoured trooper, shaking with raw, animal rage. All of his calm was gone, all of his composure. He would not be carted out on a bier again. These pissants who locked him in a cage and treat him like a tool to be wielded would not get the last laugh the second time running.

Somewhere in the spasming his teeth had lacerated his tongue. It hurt like hell. He splattered the earth with a gobbet of blood and spit. “You’re dead,” he snarled, and bloody drool oozed from his mouth. Gold charged the soldier down once again. He rolled and jumped into a flying kick, screaming, “You’re fucking dead!”

The soldier spun away, trying to make distance, but Gold was faster. For all his rage his balance remained perfect, his movements precise and swift as a killing machine fresh out of the factory.

He threw a punch, which missed, but he spun round and brought his foot up in a scything arc, futures exploding behind his eyes in a panoply of injury and death. Gold had no idea which one he was acting out when his foot finally collided with the soldier’s armoured helmet.

For a moment they were still. Then he felt it, a moment racing towards him with overwhelming intensity. It hit him like a tidal wave, washing through his body, flooding his muscles and nerves and forcing him into pre-ordained action. Gold yelled, stepped in and slammed his palm right into the armour plate above the man’s left lung. He felt the impact right up to his shoulder and down his own spine. Fall, you son of a bitch. Fall and die. Because I don’t have many more like that in me.

WhiteRain.vc *rolls* 1d20: 8: 8

WhiteRain.vc *rolls* 1d20: 12: 12

[WhiteRain.vc] 12:23 am: le sigh. Fail by one.

[WhiteRain.vc] 12:24 am: Dodge is useless. Again.

[AceWildcard] 12:24 am: shadowrun dodge?

Gold uses extra effort to take an Alternate Effect on Killer Touch in order to convert it for one attack into a 7 rank Progressive Affliction

In fluff terms the strike is intended to cause enough kinetic energy that one of the man’s ribs cracks, lacerates his lung and causes internal bleeding/lung collapse and a cascading series of nastiness because of it. Or perhaps a plate comes loose on the inside and gets jammed in nice and deep. Something that’ll make his internal organs start complaining.

[WhiteRain.vc] 1:11 am: And now for that precious attack roll.

WhiteRain.vc *rolls* 1d20: 18: 18

[WhiteRain.vc] 1:11 am: Well hooray

[WhiteRain.vc] 1:11 am: I presume that's not a crit since we rebuilt the attack? Or would it benefit from the improved crit on Killer Hands?

[Carver] 1:12 am: It would not.

[WhiteRain.vc] 1:12 am: Should be good enough to hit at least.

[Jeremy]

Jeremy managed to avoid the worst of the crackling blow, but it still HURT. And worry set in as he realized that the Rapid Responders at South Africa were a fluke. He'd heard about their systems, but presumed his powers could still bypass them. Apparently not as a rule. Shit.

But if he couldn't take the RRs or the tank... "Matt! Get me up to the lapdog!" When Matt obligingly got him to Tempest's level, Jeremy locked eyes with the lapdog, and moved in regretfully, to strike him with a nerve-slowing toxin so Jeremy had the space to heal himself.

OOC

Toughness Roll

Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 19+4: 23

[Jeremy] 5:53 pm: wow

[Jeremy] 5:53 pm: witness?

[Moira Morley] 5:53 pm: :bravo:

[Moira Morley] 5:54 pm: do i count?

[Jeremy] 5:54 pm: I dunno, I need a Magi player just to be safe

[Joani] 5:55 pm: pff

So Jeremy is -1 and Dazed.

Delaying if necessary for Matt to launch him up to where Tempest is...

Then Slowing Substances attack!

Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 13+10: 23

[Malachite] 6:01 pm: Long - I think Shadows may need an ST prod. It usually doesn't go three days without a

post, but I can't think of something else to put in for Ayami again at this point.

DC 20 Fortitude check if hitting

Slowing Substances: Cumulative Affliction 10 (Resisted by Fortitude; Dazed and Hindered and Vulnerable, Defenseless and Disabled and Stunned; Limited to Two Degrees, Extra Conditions 2, Secondary Effect, Accurate 4, Variable Descriptor: Chemical)

[Grav]

Fortitude

Long6 *rolls* 1d20: 13+8: 21 fail by 4 grav is impaired

Toughness

Long6 *rolls* 1d20: 6+9: 15 fail by 8 -1 dazed

She was getting annoyed now, and very tired of being hit by damn near everything. "Fine. Have it your way." She flew around to the side of the tank, using its bulk to block herself from view of everyone else even as a blade of gravitic force many times more powerful than what she normally used formed in her hand.

flying to the side of the tank, changing array to strike 10 penetrating. all she can do this round.

[Tengri]

Randall Urianhai (aka Tengri)

HP: 1/1

Luck: 4/5

Condition: Fine

Randall had always been better at terrifying others than he would ever be at reassuring them, so when he saw how Kything's fear of him melted away in the face of his declaration that he could take them away from the DEHA it pierced his heart with an aching sadness and threatened to ignite the long-dormant fires of rage within him. The world was not supposed to be like this! His kind were not meant to be kept as prisoners and slaves and these young girls were not meant to be cowering in their prison cell, as terrified of their rescuer as of their captors!

Though his bird-like face often made it difficult for him to convey his true feelings to others (and was rather frightening to look at) it just as often served Randall as an effective mask for concealing those same feelings - a fact he was glad of, as he did not want Kything or Foresight to know of the anger he was feeling at that moment. Whether or not Kything, with all of her insight into the minds and emotions of others, was actually fooled by Randall's mask was for her to know and probably not for him to find out.

The enormous mutant waited until Kything had helped Foresight out of her corner and up onto her feet before standing (as much as was possible in the small room) himself.

The two younger women regarded him with expressions of expectancy, uncertainty, and no small amount of fear. Randall stared back at them silently for a beat, then said, "We will leave now. Please stay behind me and follow closely."

Having said as much Randall turned and squeezed his bulk through the doorway of Foresight's bedroom and into her tiny living room. Kything and Foresight followed nervously behind him. Upon exiting Foresight's "cell", Randall turned in the direction of Umatilla's central compound and gestured for the girls to follow him.

[Dawn OOC]

Grav was getting annoyed now, and very tired of being hit by damn near everything. “Fine. Have it your way.” She flew around to the side of the tank, using its bulk to block herself from view of everyone else even as a blade of gravitic force many times more powerful than what she normally used formed in her hand.

Jeremy managed to avoid the worst of the crackling blow from the Rapid Responder, but it still hurt. Worry set in as he realized that the Rapid Responders at South Africa were a fluke. He'd heard about their systems, but presumed his powers could still bypass them. Apparently not as a rule. Shit.

But if he couldn't take the RRs or the tank... “Matt! Get me up to the lapdog!” When Matt obligingly got him to Tempest's level, Jeremy locked eyes with the lapdog, and moved in regretfully, to strike him with a nerve-slowing toxin so Jeremy had the space to heal himself.

Gold charged the soldier down once again. He rolled and jumped into a flying kick, screaming, “You’re fucking dead!”

The soldier spun away, trying to make distance, but Gold was faster. For all his rage his balance remained perfect, his movements precise and swift as a killing machine fresh out of the factory.

He threw a punch, which missed, but he spun round and brought his foot up in a scything arc, futures exploding behind his eyes in a panoply of injury and death. Gold had no idea which one he was acting out when his foot finally collided with the soldier’s armored helmet.

For a moment they were still. Then he felt it, a moment racing towards him with overwhelming intensity. It hit him like a tidal wave, washing through his body, flooding his muscles and nerves and forcing him into pre-ordained action. Gold yelled, stepped in and slammed his palm right into the armor plate above the man’s left lung. He felt the impact right up to his shoulder and down his own spine. Fall, you son of a bitch. Fall and die. Because I don’t have many more like that in me.

The earth rumbled slightly, but by Matt it was exploding in bursts of power as he knocked the soldiers about like toys. As before, he didn’t seem to mind killing, but he didn’t go out of his way and he didn’t take pleasure in it.

Tempest swayed under Jer’s assault; when he met Noctis’s eyes, the other mutant was surprised by the depth of despair in his eyes. “Do… better…” he wheezed. The energy surged suddenly around Noctis; that and Tempest closing his eyes tightly was Jer’s only warning of what was coming. Then the bolt of lightning ripped through Noctis violently.

The first of the human soldiers, having lost Grav as a target, went after the next easiest to see: Gold. His blast of energy went wide. The second soldier switched to his cannon and shot the only target he could see as well, which was also the bouncy Gold. The final one jumped backwards from Gold, but as before, he didn’t drop a bomb. Instead, he tried to shake the last attack off.

Initiatives

Grav – 22

Jeremy – 20

Gold – 15

Matt – 13

Tempest – 9

ESB [3] – 5

Soldiers – 4

Supertank – 1

Damage Checks

Tempest [attacked by Noctis] Fortitude check vs DC 20 – 5+10 = 15, Fail by 5 [Dazed]

RR #3 [attacked by Gold] Fortitude check vs DC 17 – 6+2 = 8, Fail by 9 [Disabled]

Combat Rolls

NPC Damage Tracking

RR #2 is -1 Toughness, Staggered [Damage (Single Standard Action and Half-Move)]

RR #3 is Disabled [Affliction (-5 to checks)]

Tempest is Dazed [Affliction (Single Standard Action)], Hindered [Affliction (Half Move)] and Vulnerable [Affliction (Halved Defense Values)]

Matt is here

Tempest [attacking Jer] Lightning Strike vs DC 15 – 11+8 = 19, Hit

Damage DC is 27

RR #1 [attacking Gold] Electrical Cannon vs DC 25 – 3+6 = 9, Miss

RR #2 [attacking Gold] Electrical Cannon vs DC 25 – 10+6 = 16, Miss

RR #3 is moving and Recovering

PC Required Rolls

Noctis needs to make a Damage DC 27 check

---

Tengri walked briskly forward, the two girls following in his wake like scared goslings. A long hallway stretched before them, which made him nervous. It was a perfect chokepoint-

As if his thoughts had doomed him – or at least inconvenienced him, since they were just humans – a group of six humans had appeared in the hallway ahead of them. “Kything, Foresight, stop!” one of the man snapped and Tengri felt rather than saw the girls freeze.

Tengri didn’t freeze. He leapt forward in an attack, rushing the men and not giving them a chance to use their weapons. They were just humans, and he struck them down with little effort. When he glanced back at the two mutants, they were huddled together against the wall and seemed terrified of the extreme and rapid violence he’d just administered in their defense.

A sliver of noise brought his attention to the room he was now on the threshold of entering. The girls may have been afraid of him or they might have been reacting to the appearance of the mutant behind him. There was no doubt that the impossibly muscled and drooling “man” was a mutant. No human could have looked quite so much like a beast and still be a human. With a howl, it threw itself at him, its AMP collar gleaming at its neck. The group of soldiers behind the animal-man were almost an afterthought.

Initiatives

Kything – 20

Animal - 17

Foresight – 14

Tengri – 13

Soldiers – 12

Combat Rolls

PC Required Rolls

None.

[Jeremy]

Jeremy was still standing when the bolt finished, sizzled, clothing smoking but still looking at Tempest sadly. But the choice had been made apparently. "I was going to give you a chance." he said, pressing fingers to his burnt flesh and sending healing chemicals to restore himself to full capacity.

"But fine. I will do better." Suddenly, he punched at Tempest's chin, and there was venom in his punch, literally. But it frustrated him. You've suffered. Why continue this?

OOC

[Jeremy] 9:40 am: Toughness check:

Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 3+3: 6

[jameson] 9:41 am: OK, I'm going to a wedding tomorrow afternoon so I will be updating there no later than around

noonish my time.

HP REROLL (1 left)

Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 4+3: 7 + 10 = 17 (CONDITION is NOW -2 & Staggered)

[Centimane] 9:41 am: bye!

[Jeremy] 9:51 am: Healing check

Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 11+11: 22 (CONDITION IS NOW Normal)

[jameson] 9:50 am: I've a meeting, bbl

Extra Effort -> Harming Substances Attack roll

Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 1+10: 11

HP REROLL (0 left)

Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 9+10: 19 + 10 = 29

DC 25 Fortitude Damage + Multiattack (+2 if exceeds by 5, +5 if exceeds by 10) & Secondary Effect

[Lobby]: Malachite has entered at 10:02 am

(CONDITION IS Fatigued)

[Tengri]

Randall Urianhai (aka Tengri)

HP: 1/1

Luck: 4/5

Condition: Fatigued

Tengri took the animalistic mutant's attack head-on - though not on purpose - the creature's assault was just too quick for him to parry or evade. His only choice was to take the hit and return one of his own. His tough hide took over where his reflexes failed him, however, and he barely felt the other mutant’s blow. Now it was his turn.

Randall pretended to stumble as the attack connected, but all he was doing was letting his feral attacker get in closer, and hopefully drop his guard a little while he was at it. Midway through, Tengri’s “stumble” transformed into a vicious sort of pirouette (though one decidedly lacking in any especially graceful, dancelike qualities) that involved sidestepping as his attacker closed in on him while simultaneously bringing his massive left talon around to slam into the back of the smaller mutant’s neck. Tengri then allowed his spin, and his grip on his now-victim’s throat, to carry the slavering creature through a short arc that ended with its face slamming brutally hard into one of the hallway’s walls.

That done, Tengri then tossed the man back the way he’d come, sending him sailing and flailing over the heads of the all-too-human soldiers he’d arrived with.

Tengri wasted no time waiting to see if the soldiers were distracted by this, he just attacked. Wading into the miasma of adrenaline and fear that he could sense with all too-great a clarity, the enormous mutant set about himself with a viciousness that was as terrifying as it was effective. Randall hoped that neither of the young girls behind him were watching this, but knew they would be anyway. That they were being put through all of this made him angry, but that he himself was mostly likely adding to their trauma infuriated him.

None of which was a good thing for his enemies…

Animal's Attack Roll: 24 vs. 17: Tengri is hit.

[Carver] 10:49 pm: Does a 24 hit Tengri?

[Centimane] 10:49 pm: Um... *goes to look*

[Centimane] 10:50 pm: Yeah, that hits

[Centimane] 10:50 pm: That's an enormously high roll, actually

[Centimane] 10:50 pm: (He'd have to have a Parry of 15 to not get hit by that)

[Carver] 10:51 pm: Damage DC is 22.

Tengri's Toughness Roll to Resist: 33 vs. 22: Tengri is unharmed.

Centimane *rolls* 1d20: 20: 20

[Centimane] 11:01 pm: ...wow

[Kamiko] 11:01 pm: !

[Carver] 11:01 pm: Nice!

Actions:

Attacking Animal: No roll to hit, as Tengri is using his “Impossibly Accurate” Enhanced Extra (and making his unarmed attack a Perception attack).

Grabbing Animal: With Fast Grab, this happens as a part of his initial attack.

Animal's Resistance to Escape the Grab: 17 vs. 20: Animal fails to escape.

[jameson] 1:54 pm: its not costed to bring close attacks to Perception Range

Carver *rolls* 1d20: 9+8: 17

[Centimane] 1:54 pm: Found it, BTW. It states, "Also note that, in spite of the name, you can use Luck yShot with close attacks (unless it is additionally Limited to preclude them, a -1 flaw)." *shrugs* I just went with what the book said.

Throwing Animal: Free Action, as Tengri is just “tossing” him back the way he came, not attempting to aim at anything in particular (which would require a Standard Action to make a Thrown Attack). Animal will (barring any unusual powers/immunities he may have that would change this) fly for Distance Rank = [Tengri’s STR 10] – [Animal’s Mass]. Or until he hits a wall. Whichever comes first...

Switching Alternates: Tengri shifts from primary effect of Terrifying Opponent to One Man Army. Free Action.

Extra Effort! Tengri uses Extra Effort to gain an extra Standard Action to attack the human soldiers with. Conditions shifts from Fine to Fatigued.

Attacking Soldiers: Tengri attacks any and all soldiers that are (GM’s call) within his 15 feet radius of effect. Attack is still Perception, negating any Dodge rolls to evade.

Toughness Roll to Resist Tengri’s Attacks: 25

[Grav]

Chaos moved with a practiced ease, lashing out with a powerful swing of her gravity blade, looking to disable or at the very least damage the tank reomiving it from the battle.

attack

[Long6] 10:36 am: attacking

Long6 *rolls* 1d20: 1+10: 11

[Long6] 10:36 am: seriously

[Malachite] 10:36 am:

Long6 bangs his head on the desk

[envoy] 10:36 am: is that a critical fumble?

[Long6] 10:37 am: hell with it using one of my luck rerolls

[jameson] 10:37 am: you really ought to try IC instead of this roller

[jameson] 10:37 am: it really seems to hate you

Long6 *rolls* 1d20: 7+10: 17

down to 1 HP, 1 luck reroll left

if hit tank must make DC 25 toughness save against a penetrating 10 attack

[Gold]

Gold’s knees buckled. It came so suddenly that he feared something had struck him, and so hard that his brain had not processed it. But no such thing occurred. His body felt stiff, drained. The armoured soldier in front of him wobbled like a boxer ready to fall, but Gold knelt like one unable to stand.

He forced himself up, stepped in and tripped the bastard. The man fell, clutching at his chest.

Then he spun, arms flailing with the energy of the movement. He stumbled like a drunken boxer, not the athletic gymnast he usually seemed. Yet the motions did not matter. Somehow in his stumbles, energy bolts and beams flew by him.

He did not know where they came from. He didn’t need to. His back-brain knew, and it was working overtime. That or the soldiers were afraid of hitting their comrade and making his job easier.

Gold staggered towards cover, trying to regain his wits and his sure footing.

His best punch, no, better than his best punch had not quite put the soldier down. This was not a fight he could win the straightforward way. Tank, he thought, watching Grav hammer the vehicle. Tanks have guns. I am a friend of guns. Guns are a friend to me.

Seeking cover, Gold began to edge his way toward the tank, hoping it would last long enough for him to ‘repurpose’ its weaponry.

[Dawn OOC]

Chaos moved with a practiced ease, lashing out with a powerful swing of her gravity blade, looking to disable or at the very least damage the tank reomiving it from the battle. To her disgust, her blade merely scratched the hull, making a high, piercing shriek as it removed paint.

Jeremy was still standing when the bolt finished, sizzled, clothing smoking but still looking at Tempest sadly. But the choice had been made apparently. "I was going to give you a chance." he said, pressing fingers to his burnt flesh and sending healing chemicals to restore himself to full capacity. "But fine. I will do better." Suddenly, he punched at Tempest's chin, and there was venom in his punch, literally. But it frustrated him. You've suffered. Why continue this?The blow didn’t hurt so much, and though Tempest’s skin turned an ugly red color, it didn’t seem to affect him the way Jeremy wanted.

Gold staggered towards cover, trying to regain his wits and his sure footing. His best punch, no, better than his best punch had not quite put the soldier down. This was not a fight he could win the straightforward way. Tank, he thought, watching Grav hammer the vehicle. Tanks have guns. I am a friend of guns. Guns are a friend to me. Seeking cover, Gold began to edge his way toward the tank, hoping it would last long enough for him to ‘repurpose’ its weaponry.

Matt sighed as another tank appeared on the field. It was far enough away that it wouldn’t affect the others, but he needed to stop it before it joined battle with them. A spur of rock rose out of the earth and curled over the machine. Metal whined and gears ground as the rock trapped it against the earth, pinioning it place.

Tempest could feel the poisons working at his body. He knew that soon, he’d be down for the count. He was going down fighting bad guys – or was he? Did it matter? He worked for evil because he was too afraid to tell them no. No, not afraid: too tired. Silently, part of his mind struggled to remember what super-hero name he’d picked out for himself. Tempo Capitão? Had that been the name? He couldn’t remember anymore. Above him, the storm spun and swirled as a funnel cloud formed with shocking speed. Jeremy had never seen a twister this close; then it got closer still as the finger of the tornado dropped and slammed into the roof, right next to him and Tempest! The blow knocked Tempest down and out and slammed into Jer exactly like a tornado.

Only Gold was visible to the first rapid responder, and the armored soldier fired. It went so wide that Gold didn’t have to dodge it. The second responder lost Gold and during his movement to recover him, saw Grav instead. One mutant target was as good as another and so he fired at her, though she dodged it. And the last responder, though grievously injured by Gold, managed to get himself on the roof. Only there, he saw the dissipating tornado and enemy mutant. With a bubbling snarl, he brought the weapon to bear on Noctis.

The soldiers fighting Matt continued, though a squad broke away to move toward the mutants. They would rather face the three of them than the infamous Quake. Of course, that was only because they didn’t know who those three were…

The tank rolled backwards sharply, leaving Grav in the open. The white-haired mutant cursed as the bore of the cannon lined up with her, and then her world was full of explosions, fire and smoke.

Initiatives

Grav – 22

Jeremy – 20

Gold – 15

Matt – 13

Tempest – 9

ESB [3] – 5

Soldiers – 4

Supertank – 1

Damage Checks

Tempest [attacked by Noctis] Fortitude save DC 30 – 19+10 = 29 [Fail by one, -1 Toughness]

Tempest [secondary Effect] Fortitude save DC 20 – 16+10 = 26, Pass

Tank [attacked by Grav] Toughness save DC 25 – 12+16 = 28, Save

Combat Rolls

Grav here

Jeremy here

Gold here

Matt here

Tempest [attacking Jeremy] Tornado Burst Area

--Dodge vs DC 20, then Toughness Save vs DC 20 or 25

--Tempest [attacked by Tempest] Dodge Save DC 20 – 6+8 = 14, Fail

--Tempest [attacked by Tempest] Toughness Save vs DC 25 – 2+8 = 10, Fail [by 15, Incapacitated]

RR #1 [attacking Gold] Electrical Cannon DC 25 – 2+6 = 8, Fail

RR #2 [attacking Grav] Electrical Cannon DC 20 – 10+6 = 16, Fail

RR #3 [move only]

Soldiers here

Supertank [attacking Grav] Main Cannon DC 20 – 10+10 = 20, Hit

--Damage DC 25, Penetrating

NPC Damage Tracking

RR #2 is -1 Toughness, Staggered [Damage (Single Standard Action and Half-Move)]

RR #3 is Disabled [Affliction (-5 to checks)]

Tempest is Incapacitated [Dazed [Affliction (Single Standard Action)], Hindered [Affliction (Half Move)] and Vulnerable [Affliction (Halved Defense Values)], -1 Toughness]

PC Required Rolls

Noctis Spent 2 HP

Noctis needs to make Dodge vs DC 20, then Toughness Save vs DC 20 or 25

Grav needs to make a Toughness Save vs DC 25, Penetrating

---

Randall pretended to stumble as the attack connected, but all he was doing was letting his feral attacker get in closer, and hopefully drop his guard a little while he was at it. Midway through, Tengri’s “stumble” transformed into a vicious sort of pirouette (though one decidedly lacking in any especially graceful, dancelike qualities) that involved sidestepping as his attacker closed in on him while simultaneously bringing his massive left talon around to slam into the back of the smaller mutant’s neck. Tengri then allowed his spin, and his grip on his now-victim’s throat, to carry the slavering creature through a short arc that ended with its face slamming brutally hard into one of the hallway’s walls.

That done, Tengri then tossed the man back the way he’d come, sending him sailing and flailing over the heads of the all-too-human soldiers he’d arrived with. The mutant tumbled into a wall and through it, disappearing into the hole. An angry bellow said he wasn’t completely out of the fight.

Tengri wasted no time waiting to see if the soldiers were distracted by this, he just attacked. Wading into the miasma of adrenaline and fear that he could sense with all too-great a clarity, the enormous mutant set about himself with a viciousness that was as terrifying as it was effective.

Kything clung to Foresight, much in the same way the strange mutant clung to her. Kything had seen Animal before; he had ‘rewarded’ with her more than once. Part of her wanted to help, but another part of her was terrified by all that was happening. Even safe Tengri had turned into a monster, battering down the human soldiers with ease. Kything clung to her memory of the conversation in their room. He’d said he’d take them somewhere safe. She’d left with him. If she went back now, they’d punish her. The only way through was forward, with Tengri, but she was sure she’d made a mistake in trusting him. If he could do that to Animal and the humans, he could do it to her. Worse, he could hurt Foresight.

Initiatives

Kything – 20

Animal - 17

Foresight – 14

Tengri – 13

Soldiers – 12

Combat Rolls

Animal [attacking Tengri] Attack vs 17 – 24, Hit

Tengri [attacking Animal] vs 20 – 9+8 = 17, Hit

--Damage DC 25

--Str 10 – Mass 2 = Distance 8, or a mile through a wall

Animal [attacked by Tengri] Toughness vs 25 – 4+10 = 14, Fail [by 11, Three degrees]

Soldiers are all minions.

PC Required Rolls

I’ll resolve these in chat with Tengri’s player when he’s ready to post.

[Jeremy]

HP: 0

COND: -1 / Dazed until next turn, Fatigued

Jeremy recoiled from the epicenter of the great howling winds, but the explosive force of the storing tornado sent his vision and body blurred and dizzy. Yet, enough focus remained in him to hazily guide his decisions. The despair in the other mutant's eyes haunted him there.

Was he really making a decision - or not caring anymore, drained by the DEHA? He needs hope. We can give him hope with us. Jeremy went to a knee, disorientated gaze trying to find signs of a collar or other control that would inhibit simply taking his brethren along.

The collar was obvious though - bright silver. It gave Jeremy a tang of frustration, and he hoped Matt had brought more of that freezing spray along.

OOC

[Jeremy] 11:29 am: oh wow

[Jeremy] 11:29 am: Tempest uses Self-Destruct!

[Carver] 11:29 am: Jer: Hence why I prefer to vote for people rather than parties.

[Malachite] 11:29 am: Poor Tempest....

[Carver] 11:29 am: Jer: Yep! The dangers of using clinically depressed mutants to fight your wars.

[Jeremy] 11:30 am: Carv: Just as a note, Jer wasn't trying to kill Tempest, but knock him out

[Jeremy] 11:30 am: but it doesn't matter now anyway

[Jeremy] 11:30 am: anyway...

[Jeremy] 11:30 am: Dodge Roll

Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 15+5: 20

[Jeremy] 11:31 am: ok, Dodge roll passed

[Jeremy] 11:31 am: now for the crazy Toughness roll

[Jordan] 11:31 am: Nice post Carv! Long is gonna poop bricks though

Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 11+4: 15

[Jeremy] 11:32 am: wow - Jer gets off lightly

[Jordan] 11:32 am: whew!

Jeremy is going to check and see if there's any collar or such on Tempest.

[Jeremy] 11:40 am: Perception check

Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 3+9: 12

Jeremy ehadesks

[Jeremy] 11:41 am: *headdesks

[Grav]

Chaos sighed. This was getting annoying, and boring. The shot glanced off of her shield, and then without even a nod, the tank rose into the air, flipping on its side with the turret opposite her (So it cannot track her at all) and she chuckled Time to go bowling, either to make a hole in the building, or to flatten one or more of the jerks out here.

Grav is shifting the array to move object, which is perception, and flipping the tank so it cannot fire on her, preparing to launch it at someone or something.

[Tengri]

Randall Urianhai (aka Tengri)

HP: 2/3

Luck: 3/5

Condition: Fine

The soldiers, it had turned out, were distracted by Animal's body hurtling over their heads. They put up little resistance; most of them going down before Tengri's onslaught without even realizing he was attacking them. The giant did what he could to not kill any of them. He failed, in a few cases. The slavering mutant he'd thrown hit a wall not very far away at all (not surprising, given the hallway's tight confines), and Tengri was almost upon the subhuman creature by the time he'd finished wading through the last of the soldiers.

The miasma of excitement, hatred, and fear had become so thick by that point that Randall found it almost overpowering. Behind him, he could feel the fear rolling off of the two young girls he was trying to rescue, in front of him and all around him he could feel the fear of the soldiers, and of the Animal, as they fell before him - and it made his blood boil! The Fugue of Battle called to him, and he fought to resist it.

It was a contest that he feared he would not win.

For he could feel their fear - Kything's and Foresight's fear - and, what was worse, he knew its source! They were scared of him! No. That wasn't right. They were terrified of him. And the Animal was terrified of him. They were all terrified of him! And it would always be that way. And this, too, made his blood boil.

With another of his terrifying battle screams, Randall surrendered himself, finally, to the battle fugue, though it would be to his lasting regret.

Tengri lunged with a fearsome speed at the subhuman creature who had, only moments before, attacked him while under the throes of its own battle rage, and who was now cringing and fleeing before him in a futile attempt at escape. The Animal turned a wild and fearful backwards glance in his direction and Tengri feinted towards its left shoulder, but when the creature reacted and tried to dive in the opposite direction the enormous monster chasing him had already switched directions and met him halfway, the two mutants colliding with savage force.

Tengri had dived at the smaller mutant, his giant body hitting him in the shoulder, and his two huge arms wrapping his enemy in a merciless embrace as he let his dive carry them both the rest of the way to hall's concrete floor. Randall took the fall on his own shoulder, turning it into a smooth rolling maneuver that brought him back up onto his feet, with Animal lifted overhead, still gripped painfully by his talons. Without letting the motion stop or his momentum be lost, Urianhai slammed the other mutant into the ground with enough force to crack concrete.

The smaller mutant's death was almost instantaneous.

As soon as Animal's body hit the concrete Randall's fugue began to leave him, but even before it had lifted entirely he knew what he'd just done. The Animal was dead and he had killed him. He'd just killed another mutant. A smaller, weaker, terrified mutant.

Randall rose slowly, standing silently over his fallen brother for a moment, his mind full of frightening silence to Kything's perceptions, and his emotions thick but unreadable.

The moment was brief however, and then he turned to face his two wards. "Are either of you injured?", was all he asked.

OOC Stuff

Tengri's Agile Feint Roll: 11+14 = 25

[Jordan] 9:20 pm: ...yeah, seeker isn't seeing the distinction atm...

Centimane *rolls* 1d20: 11: 11

Animal's Roll to Resist the Feint: 1+12 = 13 vs. DC 25 = Fail

[Jordan] 9:22 pm: err... stinky wildlife that is...

Carver *rolls* 1d20: 1+12: 13

[Jordan] 9:25 pm: So I learned today that a hippo's halitosis is actually part of it's natural defense mechanism...

[Carver] 9:25 pm: ARE YOU.... *grumbles*

[Asarasa] 9:26 pm: ?

GM Use of Villain Point to gain a Re-Roll: 16+12 = 28 vs. DC 25 = Success!

Carver *rolls* 1d20: 16+12: 28

[Jordan] 9:26 pm: Crit fail!     

Tengri's Use of Luck to Force a Re-Roll: 7+12 = 19 vs. DC 25 = Fail

Centimane *rolls* 1d20: 7: 7

[salmonMax] 9:27 pm: Someone got a hero point

Tengri's Attack Roll, Using All-out Attack and Power Attack (Reducing Active Defenses to 2 each, until next round): 18+10 = 28 vs... oh, who're we kidding? Of course that hits. This is also within Tengri's Improved Critical range, making the final Toughness DC for this attack a whopping 35.

[Abyss Phantasia] 9:32 pm: Also for anyone who's logging out soon....

Centimane *rolls* 1d20: 18+10: 28

[Abyss Phantasia] 9:32 pm: AMERICA! FUCK YEAH!

[Centimane] 9:32 pm: I am on a roll!

Animal's Toughness Roll to Save: 3+8 = 11 vs DC 35 = Fail (by 4 Degrees!). Animal is Incapacitated! Oh, wait... apparently he's dead! Oops....

[Jeremy] 9:46 pm: hey Mike

Carver *rolls* 1d20: 3+8: 11

[Jeremy] 9:47 pm: ouch

[Carver] 9:47 pm: Jer: You assume that didn't succeed.

Tengri Uses a Hero Point to Remove Fatigued Condition: Free Action.

[Gold]

Gold watched, with a little annoyance, as the tank was flipped onto its side. That would not do at all. He kept moving towards the tank, circling towards its treads-side to avoid its gun at least.

“Hey!” He shouted up at Grav. “Can you put the tank right way up? I need its gun for something.”

[Dawn OOC]

Chaos sighed. This was getting annoying, and boring. The shot glanced off of her shield, and then without even a nod, the tank rose into the air, flipping on its side with the turret opposite her (So it cannot track her at all) and she chuckled Time to go bowling, either to make a hole in the building, or to flatten one or more of the jerks out here.

Jeremy recoiled from the epicenter of the great howling winds, but the explosive force of the storing tornado sent his vision and body blurred and dizzy. Yet, enough focus remained in him to hazily guide his decisions. The despair in the other mutant's eyes haunted him there.

Was he really making a decision - or not caring anymore, drained by the DEHA? He needs hope. We can give him hope with us. Jeremy went to a knee, disorientated gaze trying to find signs of a collar or other control that would inhibit simply taking his brethren along.

The collar was obvious though - bright silver. It gave Jeremy a tang of frustration, and he hoped Matt had brought more of that freezing spray along.

Gold watched, with a little annoyance, as the tank was flipped onto its side. That would not do at all. He kept moving towards the tank, circling towards its treads-side to avoid its gun at least.

“Hey!” He shouted up at Grav. “Can you put the tank right way up? I need its gun for something.”

The Rapid Responder leapt high into the air, snapping off a shot at the white-haired woman on the other side of the tank. The second responder moved to track Gold, firing at him again. The shot missed of course. Then the final one shot at Jer, but the damage that Gold had done to him made his arm drop at the last moment and the shot went wide.

The soldiers had gained their positions; under their partial cover, they huddled and prepared for the fight. Three of them managed to hit, and Gold and Jer found themselves hurting from bullets embedding themselves into their skin.

Initiatives

Grav – 22

Jeremy – 20

Gold – 15

Matt – 13

Tempest – 9

ESB [3] – 5

Soldiers – 4

Supertank – 1

Damage Checks

None

Combat Rolls

Grav here

Jeremy here

Gold here

Matt here

Tempest here

RR #1 [attacking Gold] Electrical Cannon DC 25 – 2+6 = 8, Fail

RR #2 [attacking Grav] Electrical Cannon DC 20 – 3+6 = 9, Fail

RR #3 [attacking Jeremy] Electrical Cannon DC 15 – 5+1 = 6, Fail

S #1 [attacking Gold] Assault Rifle DC 25 – 20+5 = 25, Pass & Crit

--Damage DC 25

S #2 [attacking Gold] Assault Rifle DC 25 – 13+5 = 18, Fail

S #3 [attacking Grav] Assault Rifle DC 20 – 7+5 = 12, Fail

S #4 [attacking Grav] Assault Rifle DC 20 – 14+5 = 19, Fail

S #5 [attacking Jeremy] Assault Rifle DC 15 – 15+5 = 20, Pass

--Damage DC 20

S #6 [attacking Jeremy] Assault Rifle DC 15 – 11+5 = 16, Pass

--Damage DC 20

Supertank [attacking Grav] Main Cannon DC 20 –

NPC Damage Tracking

RR #2 is -1 Toughness, Staggered [Damage (Single Standard Action and Half-Move)]

RR #3 is Disabled [Affliction (-5 to checks)]

Tempest is Incapacitated [Dazed [Affliction (Single Standard Action)], Hindered [Affliction (Half Move)] and Vulnerable [Affliction (Halved Defense Values)], -1 Toughness]

PC Required Rolls

Gold needs to make a Toughness Save DC 25.

Jeremy needs to make a Toughness Save DC 20.

Jeremy needs to make a Toughness Save DC 20.

---

“Are either of you injured?” The words were so civilized in the aftermath of such terrible violence that they seemed bizarre. Kything was frozen, a fine tremble shaking her body as she stared at their “rescuer”. Her dark skin was ashen as shock locked her muscles and made her helpless.

“I’m fine. She’s fine.” It was Foresight who spoke in a voice that was disconcertingly normal. Even before she was done talking, she moved, gripping her sister’s shoulders and lightly shaking her. “Kything, we must go. Kything? Martha!” The last was snapped and accompanied by a slap across the darker woman’s face. When Kything blinked, Foresight’s voice gentled. “Mart, we have to go.”

Foresight got Kything into motion again, moving to Tengri’s side. “She’s… sensitive to violence. She is fine.” The woman’s plastic face was hard to read as she hesitated and added, “Thank you. For killing him.”

Initiatives

Kything – 20

Animal - 17

Foresight – 14

Tengri – 13

Soldiers – 12

Combat Rolls

None

PC Required Rolls

[Jeremy]

HP: 0

Condition: Fatigued

The bullets ripped into Jeremy's skin, and pain and blood laced through him. "AGGH!" Immediately, he forced more healing fluids into action, but even though rounds popped out of his flesh, closing wounds like they never were - he couldn't keep this up forever.

"Deal with them dammit!" He yelled down below.

OOC

Toughness Saves:

[Jeremy] 12:48 pm: anyway

Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 4+3: 7

[stargaizer] 12:48 pm: doesn't mean that's not what comes to mind when you say you're going to uncork her

[Jeremy] 12:48 pm: ...fuuuuuuuuuuuck

Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 10+2: 12

[salmonMax] 12:49 pm: Ah! No, not there yet. Just meant I'm going beyond the confines of her normal powers.

[Jordan] 12:49 pm: wow, Travis' tk is expensive!

Result: -3 to saves, Staggered, (which supersedes the Dazed), Fatigued.

Move Action: Healing on self....

[jameson] 12:56 pm: I'm not sure what it is I can do

Jeremy *rolls* 1d20: 15+11: 26

[jameson] 12:57 pm: I'm 2 miles off Jordan

[jameson] 12:57 pm: well outside of my perception range

4 degrees of success! Heals the Staggered condition and all -3 Damages.

[Gold]

Bullets ripped up the concrete underfoot and around him as the soldiers opened fire in his direction. A sharp pain ripped through Gold’s leg, not from a bullet wound but from a sudden muscle spasm. He cried out and bent over, and felt the air tear around his ear, followed by a little pain in his ear.

He rose, and bullets assaulted the air where his head had been a second time. “Goddammit,” he shouted, “why my fucking ear?” Gold clutched his ear and felt blood oozing between his fingers.

His little dance and stagger caused another volley of bullets to miss completely. He looked back up at Grav.

After that he moved to hide behind the tank. It couldn’t shoot him – and more importantly he couldn’t use it to shoot other people – but it could serve as cover.

He looked up at Grav and gestured for her to put the tank the right way up, and readied to jump for the hatch. Those men in there were in trouble if he got that open.

[WhiteRain.vc] 10:47 pm: I better handle this toughness save

[Carver-working] 10:47 pm: SG: Nope, not unless you wanted.

[WhiteRain.vc] 10:47 pm: Toughness save

WhiteRain.vc *rolls* 1d20: 6: 6

[Jeremy] 10:47 pm: glad to see you'll join us on AHD

[Carver-working] 10:47 pm: This isn't a super-hero game. If you guy doesn't want to fight in the war, there are other things he can do.

[Carver-working] 10:47 pm: Jer: THis is for Magi.

[Carver-working] 10:47 pm: Unless you're talking to WR, and nevermind.

[Jeremy] 10:47 pm: Carv: Talkingto WR, sory

[Jeremy] 10:48 pm: *sorry

[WhiteRain.vc] 10:48 pm: Uh. Perhaps I need to HP re-roll that?

[Jeremy] 10:48 pm: WR: Probably

[Carver-working] 10:48 pm: WR: I would.

[Carver-working] 10:48 pm: It's appropriate!

[WhiteRain.vc] 10:48 pm: HP spent

WhiteRain.vc *rolls* 1d20: 20: 20

[WhiteRain.vc] 10:48 pm: BOO YA

[Grav]

In most any other situation, Chaos would have ignored the request. "Fine, but if it shoots me again, It, and whoever is inside, is going for a very bumpy and painful ride."

That she righted the tank with so little effort was remarkable, and to go further, she held it's turret pointed towards the enemies, the tank still very much under her control. "Signal me when you've got control, and hurry up. This is getting boring."

I rolled a chance dice to see if she'd agree or not, as opposed to going bowling. (Chaos y'know) She meant it about tossing it around if it shoots her again.

[Tengri]

Randall Urianhai (aka Tengri)

HP: 2/3

Luck: 3/5

Condition: Fine

"I'm fine. She's fine", Foresight said, in answer to Tengri's question. The giant mutant was privately caught off guard by how normal the plastic-skinned girl's voice sounded. This was the the first she'd spoken since he'd found her and he had assumed - wrongly, it seemed - that it was because she had been too terrified of what was happening - of him - to speak. Foresight's calm assertiveness as she shook Kything out of her shock-induced stupor dissuaded Randall of such notions very quickly.

"She's... sensitive to violence. She is fine", the young girl explained to him, once she'd gotten her ward moving and had caught up with him. All three of them had to step carefully for a moment in order to avoid stepping on bodies. Some were simply unconscious, others were... not. Animal's broken corpse was the last one they had to pass, and Randall was ashamed to let his two charges see the aftermath of his personal loss of control.

"Thank you. For killing him."

Foresight's sudden words of thanks caught Randall so off guard that he stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the pale young woman, who continued to move down the hall without slowing, Kything following obliviously behind her.

Tengri's surprise lasted only a moment, then he blinked once, realized he was just standing there in the middle of the hallway like a fool, and began walking again. His long, triple-jointed legs caught up with those of the two girls quickly and he was soon walking alongside of Foresight and Kything again. After another moment had passed, Tengri cleared his throat and said, "You're welcome."

He wanted to ask the girl why she would thank him for killing another mutant; why she apparently felt that he deserved to be killed, and whether or not her feelings were justified. Randall wanted to ask her a lot of things, but he knew that now was not the time for it. Aside from their present circumstances not really being appropriate for such conversations, he could see plainly that Kything was struggling to keep it together as it was. Rehashing the events that had left her traumatized in cold, clinical detail while in the middle of a prison break would probably not help her much.

So instead Tengri kept his questions to himself and, while keeping his eyes peeled for any further signs of danger, addressed the pale little girl walking beside him and said, "My name is Randall. Randall Urianhai. The DEHA and MDC designated me as 'Tengri'. May I ask your names?"

[Gold]

Gold rolled his neck. “You won’t need to worry about that.”

Dust was still falling off the tank’s back to pile up around the treads. Whoever was inside the vehicle had to be groggy, terrified, or both. And now their day would be really ruined.

His limbs felt leaden, his heart was not quite in the fight anymore. He’d put so much venom and energy into that one blow that it felt like even his backbrain wanted out. Maybe it just wanted time to rest. He was fielding a headache in this battle, growing in the back of his mind like a hornet swarm. The electro-bomb explosion was not making him feel fresh, either.

But it was not yet time to go. So he clenched his fists and made for the tank, forcing tired limbs to speed up again, willing himself to go, go, go.

He reached the tank at a sprint, though his limbs were burning. A single leap let him grab the cannon’s barrel, from there he kicked his legs like a gymnast, wielding momentum as his tool as he kicked up and released, landing on the cannon with cat-like agility. Gold ran down its length and scrambled to the hatch.

It was studded, concaved metal, locked with a bolt and clasp. He wrenched the clasp open. Bullets spanged and ricocheted off the metal around him. One grazed his cheek. Another ripped through his prison shirt, tearing up the lightning-blackened uniform even further.

Gold slid the bolt and popped the hatch, then rolled into the cramped interior.

A single man was fumbling with a pistol, aimed at his head.

“Hi,” Gold said, grinning.

He dived straight for the man’s jugular, fingers stiffened into claws and ready to rip. Nails were good enough if you grabbed hard.

Gold spending a HP to recover from being fatigued, moving onto and into the tank, then calling attack on the minion within with Killing Touch

[WhiteRain.vc] 10:52 pm: so

WhiteRain.vc *rolls* 1d20: 11: 11

[WhiteRain.vc] 10:52 pm: witnessy?

[Centimane] 10:53 pm: witnessed

11+12 = 23