Avenger Assembled

That will let you put a electrified dome around the oil rig! better warn the Deep Ones about it though.

Sea Devil will hold her action so she can go first next round! No need for me to post, Nightscale can get up in there.

"Hey assholes, here's a present from Uncle Sam!" The Patriot didn't normally talk this way, but she had just been knocked on her goddamned ass by some sort of goddamned space crap and she was having a bad day anyway. Flat on her back, she snapped two grenades loose from her belt and hurled them at the middle of the group of alien soldiers, smiling sharply at the muffled report of carefully balanced ultrasonic charges. The men, and a few women, it looked like (she couldn't really tell and they weren't necessarily her type) dropped like ninepins. Drawing her pistols as she rose to her feet, she called "Hey Ghost! I've got an idea for we can end this! You still here?"

Fire! Like all Deep Ones, Aquaria had a deep suspicion of the hot glowing stuff, and knew how closely you had to watch it even to cook or dry meat. And now this, a whole building alight? There was a time she once would have fled - or perhaps run headlong into what might have been a trap. But no longer. Even with most of her friends far away on the other side of the world, she was never alone. Not as long as she could hear the song. Raising her trident, she struck it against her armored torso and produced a jet of black abyssal water, cold and salty, so powerfully holy that even she couldn't stand the strong touch of the stuff for long. Drawing on her years of disaster help with Project Freedom, she aimed the water where it could do the most good, seeking to smother the blaze in the purest touch of Hydra's ocean before she ventured inside. That it would make things easier when the others arrived; that was good too.

Neko Musume turned and stared at the man dressed as a Katanarchist, acutely aware of the blade that had missed her spine by inches. She stalked forward, not away, the metal of the catwalk ringing beneath her steps. The social media influencer, the rock band marketer, the genki girl - all fell away as she stared at the vision from her past. "<Look at me. Look at me, Katana's dog!>" she hissed as flaming horns rose above her head, topped by a flaming crown. Her perky outfit seemed to burn away in fire, revealing a long-sleeved sailor fuku beneath like an old-fashioned schoolgirl's outfit. Her ears twitched atop her head, her yellow eyes glared wide, her mouth was all pointed teeth. This was the devil catgirl who had served along Katana, the one in all the wartime propaganda, the one in the archives of the Green Dragon Society. She seemed to have two tails, lashing with unrestrained fury. She reached above her head and seemed to produce from nowhere a burning naginata, flame crackling from its tip and along its shaft, which she held weightlessly, pointed straight out at the Katanarchist. "<You know me? You know I won't miss!>"

Gonna assume I am! Neko is gonna ready an action to hit with her Mental Blast - I will have her use extra effort to add two ranks if she needs to, HPing her way out of the fatigue.

She'll exempt Kazra from the Obscure too.

Somewhere close to Esquire, a woman stumbled out of the brush and landed at his feet. She might have been pretty, once, with dark hair and striking green eyes, in clothing that marked her as one of the natives of the area. But something had happened to her, something terrible - and unholy. Blood dripped from gaping wounds in her face and abdomen, wounds so deep that Esquire could see bone and muscle beneath, and her guts churned and writhed with a foul, wretched movement that came from within. "They're here. The devils are here," she said before screaming in mortal, living agony as unholy things tore their way free from her abdomen in a shower of stinking gore, burning, shrieking fiends that revealed themselves as a horde of demonic, burning cats that overwhelmed the senses of every human there save the young heroes, so even if mechanical voices tried to tell them otherwise, all they could hear and see and know was the howling of the living dead. Neko Musume, a nekomata in a forest, stood amid the chaos visible only to her enemies and smiled. For the first time, her friends could see clearly that her teeth were very sharp. "kekeke..."

Okay, Neko uses Illusion - then surges (spending an HP to cancel fatigue) and then drops Selective Obscure on the entire area.

The Patriot spends a move action getting up, then she chucks a grenade at the remaining troopers. She'll use the Reverse Progression feat so it only affects where the troopers are, not her or Ghost. That's a Damage 10 area affect with the chemical descriptor, since she figures they might be protected against fire or ballistic effects with their space armor.

Sea Devil returned to Nick and Artificer by leaping off the roof and landing outside one of the downstairs. "It is time to go!" she bellowed in a voice like a thunderclap, striking her trident against her armor for added sonic emphasis. It wasn't that she feared the police. Even without her armor, she was a match for anything other than armored humans - in her armor and with her trident, she could probably take on the entire population of the county. But if she got in trouble with the police again, she might go back on probation - or worse - and Jessie would be so disappointed in her! I am not going back to jail, she thought with furious certainty. "I can hear it!" she added before actually leaping away in the direction to the heart of this place's terrible, unholy song.

That will work! And it sounds like Electronic, unless you're using the oil rig itself (which would be Structural) or somehow doing it analog - which would be mechanical.

Sea Devil stared goggle-eyed at the approaching Atlanteans, turned and looked back at her ululating tribe, then looked at the teen heroes and their adult escort, and then back at the approaching Atlanteans, her grip tightening on her trident. She didn't answer the boy asking about Atlanteans and Deep Ones, not wanting to get into the details of a war that stretched back before the beginning of recorded history, or for that matter her own part in it. "I - have an idea!" she said in a rumbling voice. "Some of you can fly. You should go say hello to the Atlanteans. Atlanteans are the friends of surface people," she added. "The rest of us can stay here and learn more about each other's cultures!" She called in a quick bellow to the tribe - "The Atlanteans are here again! But our strong friends will not let them hurt you!" This caused quite a to-and-fro of bellowing along the Deep Ones, which the others only incidentally understood. "<But I want to hurt them!>" called Bunzi from where she stood admiring Michael, a cry that was by no means unanimous but was taken up by more than one throat among the welcoming party. "<Will there be guts?>" whimpered the youngling Boal was carrying. "<I want some guts!>" Sea Devil struck her trident against the metal of the rig and said, "<No one is having any guts! We will spill no blood of theirs if they spill no blood of ours! That is my law! Do any of you want to challenge me?>" she demanded. No one did, though a few did scamper away down the sides of the rig, down to where the rest of the tribe waited. After the bellowing back and forth, a bit like being in the middle of a large room full of giant frogs and elephant seals, Aquaria added hopefully in English: "Everything will be fine! We are all heroes here, and learning from each other." She gave a big thumbs-up to Mrs. Harcourt, who looked around among the teens for a moment before she said, "Who wants to go with the diplomatic party, and who wants to stay here?"

Is Esquire close enough for Neko to target with her Obscure?

Okay, just checking - am I up?