Project Daedalus (Issue 3)

[Agamon]

Tyroc
OOC: Didn’t notice they errata-ed it. After this battle, we’ll make it a half action. It works better mechanically.

The monitor flies through the air. Tyroc attempts to manipulate it, but it end up smashing into his kinetic field and falling to the floor in pieces.

OOC: Attack (20), deflection check (16), fails. The damage isn’t high enough to penetrate the FF though.

The first thug, seeing what happens, backs up a bit from you and fires his gun. His aim is off and the bullets hit the wall behind you. The other two thugs charge you, attempting to tackle you to the ground. You dodge out of the way of one, but the other slams into yor waist, but you push back as he does, and he fails to get a hold of you.

OOC: Attacks (13 miss) and (20 hit). Opp. STR: thug (4) vs Tyroc (17), thug fails to start grapple. Your turn.

Sarah
“Right to the point, hey? You haven’t changed much, Edwards,” he says with a grin. The grin quickly disappears though. “I’m sorry, Sarah. There’s a lot of…opposition to your rejoining the force. I’ll be blunt with you, a lot of the men at the precinct don’t trust you, what you can do, especially…” He pauses a moment, looks around and lowers his voice. “I’ve tried to do as you asked, find out who was the one that betrayed you. It hasn’t been easy, and in fact, I have nothing concrete. There were very few people that knew though, Sarah. Commissioner Roberts was speaking with me, along with some detectives last week, and he made quite a disparaging remark concerning elites in general…and it wasn’t the first time I’ve heard him say things like that in private.

“Normally, I think we’d be able to find a way to get you active again, but in this case…” he shrugs, a look of pity and helplessness on his face. “I’m sorry, really.”

Misha
Misha fires the weapon. Crawford realizes the attack and turns, getting hit in the arm with the shot. The bullet passes right through his arm and he screams in pain, turning to face his foe, his hands glowing with a greenish hue and droplets of liquid dripping from them, burning the wooden floor beneath him where they hit.

OOC: Attack (21) hits. Damage save fails (19 vs 23), he takes 1 Lethal hit. Power check (17), rerolls (18); he makes the save (he would have made it with the 17, but I use benchmarks for the NPCs too, to be fair). Both combatants have used an HP/VP.

Initiative: Misha 26, Crawford 6. Misha’s up again.

Mimic
OOC: Hide (18), Move Silently (5), rerolled (12). Spots (12, 6, 20), Listens (1, 14, 9). None of them are elites.

Two of the men turn as you try to approach sneakily.

Initiative: Thugs 4, Miguel 3

“Hey, take off, man. This ain’t none of your business,” one of them says, pulling a knife. The other simply turns and glares, waiting to see what you do.

Lupa
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll sleep when I’m dead,” Bonnie says with a grin. She listens to what you say about last night, twirling a finger in her brown hair. “Whoa, played catch? You party animal…” she says with a chuckle.

The comment was coincidental, she wasn’t referring to elite abilities. In fact, no one at work realizes you’re an elite. Sure, you made some headlines a couple years ago, but your fifteen minutes were up some time ago, and few people recognize you from that incident anymore. That’s fine by you, you don’t really want the extra attention that would generate.

“Fer cryin’ out loud, girls. Quit yer freakin’ gossipin’ and get back to work,” Allen says from the kitchen window. Bonnie rolls her eyes out of sight of the cook and walks towards a recently vacated table to clean it up.

You notice a new customer has entered the diner and walks to the counter, but doesn’t sit down. He’s a tall man, wears sunglasses and a dark business suit. He looks at you and says, “Rachel Masters? Could I have a word with you?”

Elementor
The mystery messenger sends a reply. “You don’t know me, but I have a word of warning for you. Do not return to the United States, trust me, nothing good can come of it. I have little time, I’ll keep in touch.”

As you rush downstairs, you see your parents sitting in the living room with a woman you don’t recognize. Or maybe you do recognize her from somewhere…she turns to face you, no you don’t know what made you think that, but you’re pretty sure you’ve ever met her before.

“Aaron, this is Ms. Winters, she’s come to speak with us about your future,” your mom tells you with a warm smile. Your father seems quite happy as well.

“Hello, Aaron, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Ms. Winters says to you with a pleasant smile.

Shimmering Samurai
You approach the house, hopeful, but the knot in your stomach is rather uncomfortable. As you near the door, it opens and two people emerge.

*Translated from Japanese

“Thanks for lunch, mother. I’ll see you next week when I get back.”*

“Yes, thank you, Mrs. Suzuki, it was a pleasure meeting you.”

“I told you my mom makes the best tempura in the…” The Japanese man speaking stops in his tracks when he sees you. “Hello, can I help you?” he asks quizzically.

“Oh my God, Kanaka, he looks just like you,” the woman says in Japanese, but with an Russian accent.

You’re not too sure who these two people are, but she’s right, he does look a lot like you, only older.

The man’s eyes narrow in suspicion as crackling energy jumps from them. The energy quickly envelops his entire body as he demands, “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

 

[Elementor]

Elementor
“Aaron, this is Ms. Winters, she’s come to speak with us about your future,” your mom tells you with a warm smile. Your father seems quite happy as well.

“Hello, Aaron, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Ms. Winters says to you with a pleasant smile.

Trying to jog his memory of where he may have seen her before, Aaron keeps a bit of a distance from her but tries to still be cordial. "Hello Miss. Nice to meet you too," he says with a smile.

 

[Master_Pugs]

Kiro hides the shock from the sudden use of the man's powers rather well, he responds in suit, eye and force field flashing, he lowers his center of gravity slightly, ready for anything. "My name is Kiro Shiantsu... This home looks almost identical to the one I thought I grew up in... which raises the question, who are you and why do you look like me? Not to mention the similar home and powers..."

 

[Tokiwong]

Rapid Shot plus Point Blank Shot, +6 for both attacks. His Nullifcation is in full effect for the rest of the scene. Hopefully he can nail this guy while he is still flat flooted, Surprise Strike will be next on my list

Misha holds his ground and fires two more rounds at the psychotic elite in rapid succession, trying to bring him down. Giving no quarter and asking for none, but he is light on his feet and ready to move if need be, more then willing to give ground and evade any attacks.

 

[Hammerhead]

Jen was too busy thinking about her future job prospects with the United States government to pay much attention to the road. After the crash, she starts cursing as she unbuckles her seatbelt, grabs her purse, and gets out of the car to examine the accident.

I'm going to be late. God damn it.

 

[Shalimar]

Rachel shrugs at Bonnie's comment, she didn't particularly care if the other woman figured out she was an Elite, but she wasn't gonna go out and tell her, or anyone for that matter, it just wouldn't be useful. When Allen called out to her and Bonnie, she looked around guiltily, and started to do her rounds agin.

When the new customer comes into the diner and approaches her directly, Rachel uses her heightened senses to tell her everything about the man that they can. "I, uh, I'm Rachel. But whats this all about?" she asks him curiously, then motions him to a corner table that would at least afford some privacy. She glides over to the table with her fluid walk, and waits of the man there.

 

[Deva]

Sarah stares down at the tea in her hand, lossing herself momentarily in the ripples in the cup as she absorbed the news. After a minute she takes a sip and puts the cup down. "You know, I understand that my being a telepath is unnerving for pretty much everyone, but it's not something that just showed up two months ago. I've been an elite since I was fifteen, that's six goddam years, and I've never once given anyone inside that precinct or in my life a reason to not trust me."


She shakes her head, still feeling a little numb from it all. "I'm a damn good cop, Ben. It's all I've ever wanted to do with my life and now you're telling me that the higher ups aren't going to let me do my job because I happen to have a few overactive genes. Tell me where that's fair!" She sighs.

"It just pisses me off! Not the job, I'll get over that. The fact that someone inside decided that because I'm an Elite it was okay to f*ck with my life. That someone I know and trusted is responsible for everything. I may never know who it was and there's nothing I can do about it now. But what scares me most of all is that I'm sitting here with the one person willing, and in a position, to help me-" she looks up at Captain Willis, scowling- "and I can't stop wondering if it was you."

 

[Calinon]

"Dumb, dumb, dumb. Why do they always make them so dumb," Tyrone says as he finishes his dodge around the lunging man. He slides to a halt on the tiled floor of the bank, some fifteen feet away, spinning and throwing a black and silver sphere of energy into the ground at their feet. It explodes in a ring of energy, blasting through them. Finishing his spin and coming to a halt facing the last gunman and Hammer, he says, "Yo, Hammer. I think someone messed with your ride," Tyroc says, nodding towards the entrance and the overturned vehicle. "Maybe it's time to give up, brother."

Actions
Tyrone uses extra effort to attach an area effect onto his Kinetic Blast. He keeps the radius small, 5 feet; just enough to hit the two gunmen, but not hurt any bank patrons or cause much damage other than to the floor. To avoid missing, he'll just hit the ground between them. They get reflex saves DC 18 and damage saves of either DC 23 or 19.

No hero point to counter fatigue.

Powers: Running (sustained), Force Field (sustained), Energy Blast (stun +8, 5 foot radius)

 

[Mimic]

Mimic
Two of the men turn as you try to approach sneakily.

Initiative: Thugs 4, Miguel 3

“Hey, take off, man. This ain’t none of your business,” one of them says, pulling a knife. The other simply turns and glares, waiting to see what you do.

Miguel assumes the form and speech pattern of the guy with the knife.

"Hey, just wondering why it takes 3 men to beat up a little girl is all." Miguel will come closer but stay out the range of the knife attack.

Hopefully, he will confuse the guys long enough for the girl to get away.

<ooc: Did Miguel find any kind of weapon?>

 

[Agamon]

Tyroc
OOC: You can’t actually see the van from inside the building, it’s around the corner, that’s why the gunmen weren’t expecting you. They’ll take your word for it though.

The blast erupts, sending the two gunmen flying. They both land, unmoving.

Hammer looks quite angry. He vaults over the counter and launches himself at you. He swings a rather large fist at you. You lean back and it just barely misses your head.

The last gunman watches wide-eyed as you take down his fellows and dodge his boss’ attack. He drops his gun and runs, dashing out of the building. You can hear sirens.

OOC: Hammer just misses (that new Dodge feat has already been helpful) and the gunman takes a double move. You’re up.

Sarah
Ben frowns and his brow furls. “I know you don’t mean that, Sarah. Do you think I’d meet you here if it was me that screwed you over?” he says angrily. “I know you’re frustrated, but I like you and I want to help you. I just don’t know what it is I can do. But if you don’t trust me, then I can’t help you, and frankly, I don’t want to.”

Misha
Misha fires twice more. One bullet hits his hand, the other rips through his shoulder. He howls in pain and stands staring at his bleeding hand, which no longer glows with a greenish hue.

OOC: Both attacks hit, he fails both damage saves taking 2 more lethal hits and is Stunned. He also fails his save vs the Neutralize. He used a VP to reroll the save, so his turn passes as he is stunned.

Mimic
OOC: Sorry, yes you found a hunk of wood to use as a club, forgot to mention that.

When you change shape, the thug with the knife backs off, putting the knife away. “Hey, man, ain’t nothin’ to see here. I’m just discussing things with my girl, y’know. Don’t want no trouble.”

The other two just stand and watch you. The girl doesn’t run or say anything. She just stands there sniffling.

Blizzard
You slam on the brakes and the car slides into a spin coming to an abrupt stop at a light pole. Luckily, you’re uninjured, but can’t say the same for your car. As you unbuckle your seatbelt, you notice the thing that hit you get up and jump off of your car. The man, who is bleeding a bit, but doesn’t look like he should after totaling your car, looks back at you with a glare, but not for long. He turns back to look at a large tree-like man cover in pine needles standing across the street. Standing near him is a man carrying an automatic rifle.

The guy with the rifle shakes his head and takes aim at the big guy that landed on your car. “Nice shot, Green, but you want to try and not kill a buncha civilians this mission?”

OOC: Reaction? You might know who the guys across the street are, but Jen doesn’t, at least not yet.

Lupa
The man sits down across from you. “Thank you Miss Masters. My name is Dunn, I’m here representing the government. We are aware of your abilities, and we believe you have much potential as an elite. I am here to extend to you an offer to join a new government elite team that is to be formed.” He glances back outside and turns back to you. “If you have any questions, I’d be happy to answer to the best of my ability. However, I need your decision promptly, the team is being formed even as we speak.” He sits, a neutral look on his face, his eyes still hidden by his sunglasses, awaiting your answer.

Elementor
Ms. Winters must just have one of those faces. She kinda seems familiar, but you’re fairly certain you’ve never met her before. She nods at your greeting.

“Aaron, Ms. Winters has been speaking with us about where the best place to send you to learn about your powers,” you mom says to you. “Now, I know we were going to send you back to school today, but I think you should hear what she has to offer.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Kuyper,” Winters says. “Aaron, I know your last stay in the United States was, well, a pretty horrible experience. But I’m here to offer you something more positive. How would you like to go back to New York with me to be a part of the team your friends are going to be a part of?”

Shimmering Samurai
“I…look like you?” the man says incredulously. “And you don’t know who I am? What sort of trick is this? This isn’t your home, it’s the home of my mother.” He stops and looks around, perhaps expecting something to happen.

“Kanaka, the boy doesn’t look like he’s trying to be misleading,” the woman says to him. She looks at Kiro. “He is Kanaka Suzuki, but most people know him better as Kensei. My name’s Svetlana, my code name is Order. You really don’t know who we are?” She becomes concerned as she looks you over. “You look terrible. Are you okay? Where did you come from?”

Kensei simply stares at you suspiciously.