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Superheroes of the Trust Game Thread
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DM_Matt
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Elric said:
Using the touchscreen menu, he orders a hamburger and after a few seconds, the door below the screen opens, and spits out a tray with his burger on it.
(Since he didn't specify anything about said talk, I will presume that I can summarize the findings)
1. There are not that many people here, but none of them appear to be supers -- at least overtly.
2. Lots of nerds, and a decent number of military-looking types.
3. Some of the military-looking types are talking about a recent mission where they backed up Theta Team in a raid on the home of Dr. Freeze just outside Reykjavik. Apparently his plans somehow involved breeding and training Yeti for some nefarious purposes.
4. The nerds are mostly talking science way above Nitro's head, but at least one group is talking cryptography and sigint tech among more mundane tech talk.
Victim
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Shooting Star awakes with a start. Where am I? A hospital - did I... No, that's impossible now, and besides I don't really hurt. But damn - there are like a dozen one inch holes in my costume. she thinks, belatedly assembling her memories of 'last night' into coherency. The world slows down as her metabolism moves from its rest state. Okay, I'm in the base, and there's supposed to be some debriefing thing. Hard to believe I slept for hours in this dirty - wait only a half hour? I've had powers most of my life, but some of this stuff still confuses me.
"I'm fine," she says. My favorite lie. Megan walks after the others.
"I'm fine," she says. My favorite lie. Megan walks after the others.
DM_Matt
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Ms. White leads the group to the elevator, which is big enough to hold everyone. The elevator takes you deeper underground, and takes you to floor that looks like he inside of a high-tech high-rise, with lots of glass and metal and computers everywhere. Various people are working in offices, some open with glass while others have blinds, in and cubicles, though it is not immediately clear what they are doing. Angel's True Sight detects a number of devices hidden in the walls that probably have some security purpose.
Some people stop working for a moment and watch you pass. You are led to a large conference room with a big glass table, and screens at each seat. At the base of the screens are glass depressions with docks for your iPhones (the others have theirs docked there...seems like you should do the same). On the back of the screens are smaller screens, apparently for displaying name ID's. In addition to you Ms. White, and Mr. Black (whose screens actually say Alpha White and Alpha Black), there are other Trust members present.
The others are Alpha Blue, a somewhat-overwieght, nerdy-looking man in a blue suit and big-rimmed black glasses; Alpha Pink, a slender, youngish woman with a pink streak in her hair like Thess'; and Beta Green, a middle-aged man who is looking mighty nervous right now.
Some people stop working for a moment and watch you pass. You are led to a large conference room with a big glass table, and screens at each seat. At the base of the screens are glass depressions with docks for your iPhones (the others have theirs docked there...seems like you should do the same). On the back of the screens are smaller screens, apparently for displaying name ID's. In addition to you Ms. White, and Mr. Black (whose screens actually say Alpha White and Alpha Black), there are other Trust members present.
The others are Alpha Blue, a somewhat-overwieght, nerdy-looking man in a blue suit and big-rimmed black glasses; Alpha Pink, a slender, youngish woman with a pink streak in her hair like Thess'; and Beta Green, a middle-aged man who is looking mighty nervous right now.
Necro_Kinder
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Brimstone shrugs off the medical team as they try to examine him, pointing them towards the actually injured team members. He finds a chair to sit in and waits for the others. Upon hearing Thess and White talk about the briefing, he follows them to the Briefing room, and inspects all those at the table. His infra-vision notices that the middle aged man is quite hotter than the others, and figures he is nervous. He sits down, careful to get his tail out of the way. He waits for the briefing to start.
DM_Matt
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Ms. Red comes in late.
Mr. Black calls the meeting to order. "Welcome, Sigma Team, to our post-mission inquiry briefing. Most of your briefings won't be like this, but since your initiation went FUBAR, there's a lot of splainin to do."
" Sigma Team, meet Mr. Blue, our chief tech, Ms. Pink, chief humint analyst, and Beta Green, the head of our Mideast and South Asia division.
I might as well start the story. Traditionally, new teams are thrown into their first mission without warning, to test their skills in difficult situations. While we usually do not have a superteam on hand, Whitie and I monitor the situation with a tactical team. In addition to a number of superteams, we have teams of soldier-types, usually ex-special forces types, led by an empowered individual such as myself. We are prepared to intervene if things get out of hand. Before I go on, I would like to say how sorry I am about how the battle went. But I should be the first to defend my actions. When Spirit got hit, we considered going for the ship, but we determined that a rescue mission would be infeasible. We became aware that there were two known powerful supers, plus at least one other unknown super, plus heavily-armed guards on that ship, and a helpless hostage. if we had attacked the ship directly, it was likely that they would have killed her, and the large force on the mainland prevented us from getting control of the situation. We not only would have failed to save her, but some of my men would have been killed in the process. Additionally, we did not know much about the true threat we were facing in that ship. We hoped that they would keep her alive for questioning, and then we could either surround it once you had neutralized the main force, or we could slip in once you had them distracted. We tried the latter, despite the risks, but they jammed our teleport somehow. Of course, she was probably dead by then, unfortunately.
Unfortunately, these things happen. The bad guys like to kill. However, just because these things are statistically inevitable does not mean that we cannot do what we can to prevent them from happening. And that is why we need this investigation.
So, Beta Green, explain how we got into this situation in the first place."
Beta Green says: We had sources in Afghanistan and intercepted communications from OxCorp that indicated that the Shiek himself would be brining materials that could be processed into over a million dollars in heroin, and trading it for a valuable secret product of OxCorp: Lycan Serum.
We had known for some time that Numero Uno was in fact Oscar Cuetlachtli, Founder and CEO of OxCorp. I guess OcCorp was too hard to pronounce. Cuetlachtli in fact means "Wolf" in Nahuatl, the Aztec language. He is in fact a born Lycan, from an ancient line of Wolf Totem Aztec warriors, who infected his entire gang."
Ms. Red interrupts: "Infected lycans are weaker than born ones, and do not produce the retrovirus that creates the infection. The original lycan can command the loyal ty of the others through pheromones specific to the virus' particular mutation. However, Using OxCorp resources, we believe that Numero Uno managed to enhance the retrovirus to create even more powerful wolves that do not change shape, but instead retain their human appearance. He also developed another retrovirus that can actually create virtual natural lycan to leave them, which can produce the alpha male pheromones. This virus could be used to greatly enhance an army or terrorist group, and the Shiek was going to get it.
Beta Green takes over again. "Fortunately, Mr. Black's team fished the briefcase with the serum out of the water after Nitro blasted him. I admit that we did receive information that something else was being transported to Numero Uno that the Sheik was anxious to get rid of. We assumed that it was probably a kicker payment. Perhaps ome hot goods, traceable conflict diamonds or weapons, something like that. We determined that it was not important. Just another bit of contraband that we would get ahold of, anyway."
Mr. Black calls the meeting to order. "Welcome, Sigma Team, to our post-mission inquiry briefing. Most of your briefings won't be like this, but since your initiation went FUBAR, there's a lot of splainin to do."
" Sigma Team, meet Mr. Blue, our chief tech, Ms. Pink, chief humint analyst, and Beta Green, the head of our Mideast and South Asia division.
I might as well start the story. Traditionally, new teams are thrown into their first mission without warning, to test their skills in difficult situations. While we usually do not have a superteam on hand, Whitie and I monitor the situation with a tactical team. In addition to a number of superteams, we have teams of soldier-types, usually ex-special forces types, led by an empowered individual such as myself. We are prepared to intervene if things get out of hand. Before I go on, I would like to say how sorry I am about how the battle went. But I should be the first to defend my actions. When Spirit got hit, we considered going for the ship, but we determined that a rescue mission would be infeasible. We became aware that there were two known powerful supers, plus at least one other unknown super, plus heavily-armed guards on that ship, and a helpless hostage. if we had attacked the ship directly, it was likely that they would have killed her, and the large force on the mainland prevented us from getting control of the situation. We not only would have failed to save her, but some of my men would have been killed in the process. Additionally, we did not know much about the true threat we were facing in that ship. We hoped that they would keep her alive for questioning, and then we could either surround it once you had neutralized the main force, or we could slip in once you had them distracted. We tried the latter, despite the risks, but they jammed our teleport somehow. Of course, she was probably dead by then, unfortunately.
Unfortunately, these things happen. The bad guys like to kill. However, just because these things are statistically inevitable does not mean that we cannot do what we can to prevent them from happening. And that is why we need this investigation.
So, Beta Green, explain how we got into this situation in the first place."
Beta Green says: We had sources in Afghanistan and intercepted communications from OxCorp that indicated that the Shiek himself would be brining materials that could be processed into over a million dollars in heroin, and trading it for a valuable secret product of OxCorp: Lycan Serum.
We had known for some time that Numero Uno was in fact Oscar Cuetlachtli, Founder and CEO of OxCorp. I guess OcCorp was too hard to pronounce. Cuetlachtli in fact means "Wolf" in Nahuatl, the Aztec language. He is in fact a born Lycan, from an ancient line of Wolf Totem Aztec warriors, who infected his entire gang."
Ms. Red interrupts: "Infected lycans are weaker than born ones, and do not produce the retrovirus that creates the infection. The original lycan can command the loyal ty of the others through pheromones specific to the virus' particular mutation. However, Using OxCorp resources, we believe that Numero Uno managed to enhance the retrovirus to create even more powerful wolves that do not change shape, but instead retain their human appearance. He also developed another retrovirus that can actually create virtual natural lycan to leave them, which can produce the alpha male pheromones. This virus could be used to greatly enhance an army or terrorist group, and the Shiek was going to get it.
Beta Green takes over again. "Fortunately, Mr. Black's team fished the briefcase with the serum out of the water after Nitro blasted him. I admit that we did receive information that something else was being transported to Numero Uno that the Sheik was anxious to get rid of. We assumed that it was probably a kicker payment. Perhaps ome hot goods, traceable conflict diamonds or weapons, something like that. We determined that it was not important. Just another bit of contraband that we would get ahold of, anyway."
DM_Matt
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Mr. Blue cuts in, talking quickly and increasingly nervously "We thought we had really good coverage of the ship. We had the manifest, we had scans of the layout, we were intercepting communications. The problem is that we found what they wanted us to find. They had the best damn technopath I've ever seen. I mean, amazing. Better than we thought was out there. I've never seen one this good. We used all the best countermeasures available, we just....missed it. I am sooo sorry. I just don't know what else to say. We got beat here. We'll have to live with that...and we'll have to nail that technopath."
DM_Matt
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Ms Pink then cuts in: "We know who the technopath is. We matched his skills and picture to our database. He's a mercenary mutant that goes by Control Freak. His real name is Constantine Frechesky, and he was one of the many genetically-engineered super-mutants produced during the Cold War. He worked for the KGB until '89, when he saw that his gig was going to get a lot less cushy and went out on his own. We managed to swipe his personnel file, or at least parts of it, but unfortunately, we only have rumors of his activities since '89, and no idea what he's been up to lately. He's real good at keeping a low profile, obviously"
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