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GM And so... ...In a military plane, entering Alaskan Air Space.... The plane was small and spartan, but fast and armoured. A small military recon plane, propellor based, designed for long flights at high altitude. It was not quiet inside, and the body of the plane juddered. Two military pilots were at the cockpit. One soldier, catching some sleep. A captain, boots up, unable to sleep. Both armed with light pistols. The captain shuffled again. "Damn it, too much coffee..." he complained, snapping his eyes open from insomnia. He raised an eyebrow at Jean. "Pardon me. I ain't ever seen nothing like you, mister, er... ma'am. Dang, sorry. Not used to the fur." He held his hands up in apology. "Sorry. We got pulled into this last minute. Favour for WEST. Favour for the Patriot. Whatever, seemed mighty important for national security. Must be some mighty strange mission. Mind telling us what this is all about?"

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Predator “Of course.” She said reassuringly. “Take a moment.” Jean regarded the screen from over Loyng’s shoulder. She watched the slightly grainy image of ‘Dr North’ as the person(?)… the entity(?)… the thing passed through the airport. She made a ‘hmm’ noise then stood up. “I suppose I should go to Alaska and investigate this myself.” She patted Loyng on the shoulder. “Can I ask you to keep an eye out for anything unusual?” She asked. “I can give you a secure contact line to reach me.” Jean rubs her chin. “Now, I just have to secure travel there.” She remarked and pulled out her phone and began scrolling through her contacts.

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Geckoman & Spellbound Chris woke with a start. His face had been pressed into the passenger window of the family station wagon, and he rubbed his cheek back into shape as he peered owlishly at the fields around him, sun shining down on green grass and dense clumps of round-topped trees. “Ugh… where are we?” “Kentucky,” Liz said perkily, leaning back and steering with one hand. “You missed West Virginia.” There were bags under her eyes but she otherwise looked refreshed and revived, none the worst for wear for the drive. “I forgot how long it takes to get places,” Chris grumbled, leaning forward and flexing his shoulderblades, trying to crack his own back. “Then don’t break things we don’t have the parts for.” She took a long obnoxious slurp from her giant cup of soda before setting it back in the cup holder. “Oh come on, we had an agreement, feet off the upholstery. Sit like a normal person!” Chris’s feet were on the dashboard as he wriggled. “I’m trying to fix my back, c’mo- oh!” Liz rolled her eyes, amusement barely betraying itself on her face. Her lip twisted and she glanced to the side. “Kenzie, how the hell can your back hurt?” She tilted her hand, as the road forked and she took the right. “We’re nearly there anyway.” --- The car trundled down the long, straight roads, passing a number of isolated houses, whitewashed and surrounded by rolling green. “So you knew this guy back when you were…” Chris gesticulated with the apple he held in his hand, the bite mark crisp where he’d taken a chunk out and his voice muffled from what remained in his mouth. “Yeah, Josh was one of our little crowd. Went by Cornfed.” “Don’t think I met that one.” The car crested over a small hill, and down below they could see the town. More of a village really, a squat assortment of houses scattered around a couple of stores and a tiny old-style gas station. “Cornfed? Really?” “Yes, his name was Cornfed, Geckoman,” Liz said drily, fixing her green eyes on Chris for a second as they cruised down towards the town. “Or Joshua. I think he prefers Joshua now.” “How come I’ve never met him? I’ve met most of your buddies,” he took another loud bite of the apple. “Chew quieter, jeez. Nah, he got out of the life, reconciled with his folks, moved back here. Remember, I came out for his dad’s funeral that month you were stranded in the Antarctic.” “That one sucked. I lost the same toe five times to frostbite. Five times!” Chris chucked the apple core out the window, where it crumpled into the grass on the side of the road. “Weren’t you wearing your cute lil snow outfit with the Uggs?” Liz giggled as the road snaked down into the main street, pulling the wagon up outside the general store. It looked rustic, a sign hanging out over the porch, crates of goods stacked outside, produce on display. The two of them got out, sauntering up and inside. It was a little old, some’d say rustic, stacked with a wide assortment of goods, from flares to fishing poles to eggs to milk. Chris ducked under a tangle of fishing nets as they weaved towards the counter, behind which stood one of the largest men Chris had ever seen. His head scraped the ceiling, his chest and arms the proportions of a gorilla. The hulk moved surprisingly gracefully, busying himself behind the counter in overalls and a tank top, the better to show off biceps the size of Geckoman’s head. The massive man stopped when he saw them, leaning over the counter. It creaked under his bulk as his hands gripped the side, piercing blue eyes narrowing so he could see… “Little Liz?” The big man lumbered over, and Liz threw an arm around part of his trunk as the gigantic man embraced her. “Josh, man, you still living off that weird diet? Looking swole, looking swole.” “Look, it’s the only way to live,” Josh drawled in his thick Kentucky accent, letting Liz extricate herself and round on Chris. “And you! Well, as I live and breathe, the one who got her to give it all up.” “Well, I think she largely did that hers- ERK!” The giant man wrapped Chris in a bone-bruising bear hug. --- That evening, the three of them sat around the dining room table at Josh’s small farmhouse a couple of miles down the road. It was an old space with wooden walls and antique furniture, quite at odds with the hyper-modern kitchen Cornfed had had installed. “… so I inherited the place after my momma died, y’know, that was a real sad time,” Josh was explaining to Chris over some vegetable curry, “But I’d been running the general store for a few years, after my pappy died.” “And you don’t miss the city?” Josh waved a hand. “Freedom City, it’s… you know, it’s a lot, sometimes you need to just slow down and… Well, hey, I guess I’d been making poor choices.” Liz paused with the neck of her beer bottle an inch from her lips, smiling wryly. “I’ll say, you were working for Laser Gun Larry.” Cornfed folded his arms over one another, leaning back from the table. As he did, you could hear the chain grind back along the floor a couple inches. “That was a respectable outfit and a real good opportunity!” he sulked. “He didn’t have a codename! He was a guy named Larry with a laser gun!” Liz laughed. It was then that a knock on the door could be heard, hammering hard and frantic. The three reacted quickly, finding a sweat-soaked young man, red cheeked and gasping for air. He said that Debbie Henderson was going into labour, and the nearest hospital was two hours away, and he’d heard the big guy used to be some super-genius. “Uh… well…” Josh fidgetted nervously. “I’d like to help, but I am a nutritionist.” The giant man looked incongruously helpless. Liz’s eyes darted between the rest as they looked at her expectedly. “Who am I, Doogie Howser?” Chris shook his head. “Look, fine, I’ve delivered babies before.” His partner looked at him with incredulity. “When have you delivered a baby?” “You don’t know everything I do, I can deliver a baby!” --- Which is how, before they had to make the hours-long drive back to Freedom City with whatever component-Chris-wasn’t-asking-about in the trunk, Chris had spent the night driving to some farm in the middle of nowhere and helping deliver a baby. He’d disappeared into the bedroom, demanding hot water and towels and pretending he was some kind of authority here. Eventually it had become a waiting game, with a few people awkwardly bunched into the sitting room. Debbie Henderson’s momma was in the room with her and the weird stranger from Jersey they’d had to entrust delivering their baby, so her beau had been kicked out, to sit squeezed on the couch in between the overlarge Cornfed and a bored-looking Liz. Debbie’s pop was walking a path from one side of the room, to back to his armchair, to back to endless loop. “Soo…” Eventually Liz shrugged, turning to Cornfed to break the tension. “Does anyone want tea, or…?” It was at that moment, Chris burst out of the small room, holding a little crying bundle in his arms. “Oh thank god.” The father immediately burst to his feet, walking towards Chris with a dazed expression. “Is that… is that… ?” he stammered. Chris maneuvered closer with the bundle, passing it off to the doting father. It was a lovely moment, the new grandpa crowding round to, Cornfed gingerly leaning in to look at the new life. He leaned back from the group, making eye contact with Liz and mouthing. “See! See!”

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Echohead "I don't like th-this..." gabbered Echohead, sweat on his bald head. "But, the hospital?" Hospital had people in it. Sick people. Maybe people in danger. They couldn't just leave people there to... to, what exactly? Die? Mutate? Become Dennis Deacon? Turn into Elvis and start dancing down the street singing a medly of his greatest hits whilst a zombie followed him, smashing out the beat on a pair of fibula? Well, probably not that. But still, it was uncertain land. "We have to go there, right? People might be in danger..."

Haven "Who? Who is coming?" said Haven, not taking his eyes - for one picosecond - off his enemy. He threw a couple of punches with electrified fists. They felt slow. Uncalibrated. He wasn't in tune or synchronised with this environment. Cyberspace was a varied - if not more so - than the real world. Rules worked differently, and each cyberspace had different rules. He still let out a grunt of frustration. At himself - not his opponent, who was fighting ably. Haven felt like he couldn't punch a virtual watermelon if it was right in front of him. He quickly backed off and circled round to the Lion. "Who is coming?" he repeated. "And where do we hide?"

[url=https://orokos.com/roll/1009613]Taser Punch[/url]: [u]1d20+12[/u] [b]15[/b] 15 is going to miss too...! So for remaining Move round, heeding the Lions warning, going to run behind the counter of the bar

Ok If its ok with you, can we say Archer has prepared a shot. Also allowing an Aim bonus to an attack roll on the albino, so feel free to take that with an arrow of your choice!

GM "I don't know. Get me out of here!" screamed the thug. But, alas, it was too late. The albino contorted - an impossible contortion, for nobody could bend their spine like that. Bent in half, face looking up at the moon. He screamed, a shrill, awful pitch from distorted vocal cords. His dirty clothes ripped, revealing swollen, pulsating muscles, oozing a yellow-white serum from the skin. And then, the strange creature ran at Archer, eyes blazing!

GM Tracy smiles approvingly at Michael when he shows his interest, and, with some reluctance, lets go of him to shake Michael's hand. "Ah, still learning all the bureaucracy myself. Mom usually takes care of that, but I guess somebody will have to take over the family business when somebody is more busy playing super hero." She looks at Parker with a rather pointed look, before sticking out her tongue and turning to Daniel and Iris. "But you two! You gotta be the telepathic twins, right? Right?" She sounds excited. The science is clearly her passion. "So, the idea here is that we're trying to set up telepathic communication. Like a phone or a headset or something like that, but with telepathic communication instead of having to talk. Quicker, easier, hopefully wider range, but not easy to figure out." She smiles, and holds her hands out to the twins. "Which is where you come in. We need to get some data, see what happens when you use your powers, but can you tell me something about yourselves first? Like, what are your powers like? Do you know how they work? Did you get them in some kind of accident, were you born with them?" She is talking fast, going a million miles an hour.

Gamma Buzz "Hey! Look! Its like, like a 50s Sci Fi show! They have got space uniforms, right? And probably those are laser blasters or something!" Baltazar was still glowing with pride from being called Mister Botez! That's right! A mister! A proper person. Who deserved respect and everything. "Wait... does that mean we have to get to cover or something? I mean, I don't want to get blasterized into a pile of purple powder. Is blasterized a word? It should be a word. For when you get turned into a pile of purple powder... No, wait. Aren't sci fi people meant to set to stun first or something? Sounds a bit risky. Perhaps we should hide behind a rock or something?"

GM "Don't be too happy about explosions and world wars, Mr. Botez," Doctor Macedon mentions as she starts running towards the explosion. "My grandfather told me that a group of students got sent back to the second world war to fight nazi super villains once." She pauses and grimaces. "I don't want that to happen again." Carmen soon finds the source of the explosion of flying statue that almost hit her. In the middle of the park where she passed by before, that is now a large crater, with a woman with short white hair dressed in a blue costume with a gold chest plate and white cape lying on her back. She appears to be barely concious, her costume torn showing bruises and scrapes underneath. Meanwhile, the rest of the group is reaching the source of the explosion, at the edge of the park in the city. Several costumed individuals, all wearing rather futuristic costumes, are on the ground or in buildings, while a group of men and women in uniforms with black legs, dark grey shirts and red markings showing two jagged S symbols on the chest. They are all heavily armed and seem to be regrouping.

Dwayne Devon Davidson A Normal Day At Work April 29th, 2024 5:30 AM Dwayne Devon Davidson woke up 30 seconds before his alarm. When the alarm went off, 80’s rock filled his small apartment. He sat in bed for a couple of minutes, gathering himself up for his day’s work. He turned off the alarm on his phone, got up, and prepared for work. Shower, shave, two fried eggs and toast. Classic EMT uniform in the Freedom City colors and patch. His kit was by the door; the work backpack and the like. He gathered it up as he headed out, half an hour from waking up to heading out the door. On his way into the station, he stopped by a corner coffee shop, where he’d sent in an order on his way over. He grabbed the coffee from the counter, and spent basically no time at all before he was back on his way. 6:15 AM Once he got to the station, Devon immediately went to the ambulance parked at the station. He checked in with the prior shift who were heading home, then did inventory; bandages, medications, splints. Anything that needed to be refilled was quickly refilled, checklists were filled out. He examined the air in the tires, checked the gas in the ambulance, and once everything was ready and to his satisfaction, he headed into the lounge. There, while the morning shift of firemen were also all set up and ready, he met his shift partner, who wasn’t Ronnie Hunter, the guy he usually worked with. “Oh, Ronnie’s out today?” he asked the new person, sent by dispatch. “Yeah, he woke up sick.” The replacement responded, a heavier looking man who was a bit on the older side. “I’m Marcus Gordan.” “Pleasure to meet you, Marcus.” Dwyane said as they shook hands. “Dewayne Devon Davidson. Hope we have a good shift.” “Hope so.” Marcus agreed, as they sat down in the lounge. Devon had put several detective stories on his kindle and began reading while Marcus joined some of the firefighters playing video games. 7:45 AM The Hospital was packed even this early as Devon and Marcus wheeled the older gentleman into the arms of the hospital staff. The older man didn’t look that bad; pale, a little sickly, but he probably didn’t need the whole ambulance treatment. It was something that happened sometimes, but it was up to the person themselves if they needed an ambulance or not, so Devon never worried about it. “You picked this guy up from George’s Breakfast Buffet?” Asked the charge nurse- Beth- as Devon and Marcus filled out their side of the paperwork. “Yeah.” Devon responded. “...That’s the third person today coming from there.” Beth said with a level of concern, which made Devon raise an eyebrow. “Well that’s going to be fun for you.” Marcus mumbled as he signed his paperwork. Devon could only shrug. “Good luck Beth.” he offered consolingly. “...Rather take that then a supervillain attack, honestly.” Beth said confidently as she turned to get back to work. “You ready Dwayne?” “Yeah, let’s go.” he said, finishing his own signing to head back to the ambulance. 1:15 PM “Alright m’am, can you move your fingers and toes?” Dwayne asked as he supported the victim’s head. “Y..yes. I can. I’m okay.” She responded. She had been hit by someone running a red light, and Dwayne and Marcus were the responders, carefully tending her injuries. The man who’d caused the crash hadn’t had any injuries, and was talking with the cops at the moment. “You may feel okay but we’re still going to get you checked out. It’s not smart to try and walk off a car wreck.” Dwayne said, keeping a calm, gentle tone as they put a brace on the woman’s neck. “Alright, we’re going to take you out very gently and see if we can see any damage, then if you don’t want to go to the hospital afterwards that’s your choice.” Always had to include that. He thought it was a bad idea but if someone didn't think they could afford the trip, he wasn't in a position to stop them or make the decision for them, especially if they were still conscious and responding. So after a check and a run through to determine she wasn't in immediate danger, and an observation period to make sure she wasn't showing any concussion symptoms, she went about her day, with Dwayne making sure she knew if she ended up feeling bad to either call or go to the hospital. 7:45 PM “Hey guys! The local church brought us some soup!” called the Captain as a few of the younger firemen brought in the heavy bottom pots filled with a meat stew. Those same younger men went after the food excitedly, while Dwayne continued to read quietly in the corner with an older fireman. “It’s been pretty quiet today, huh?” the older Fireman- Tex- said with a clear note of happiness in his voice. Everyone in Freedom City knew what an ‘active’ day was, when the Supervillains were out and about, and there was no downtime. “Yeah. A quiet day is a nice day, you know? I guess even the heroes and villains take a day off sometimes.” Dwayne pondered. “Hard to get too mad about it.” As the two enjoyed their quiet time, it only lasted a moment before the alarm started blaring. There was a groan from the table where everyone was forced to abandon their half-eaten bowls of soup, but Dwayne and Tex simply looked at each other and smiled. “Couldn’t be too quiet, otherwise it’d be boring.” Tex said with a laugh as he and Dwayne put their books down and headed off to the garage. 6:45 AM With a hamburger he had grabbed from a fast food place open all night in a bag, Dwayne made his way back to his apartment. Unlocking the door, dropping his bag on the chair next to the door, and closing it behind him. Sitting on his couch, he ate his hamburger while watching the news, then smiled to himself as he finished his meal and got ready to head to sleep. There was always satisfaction in a job well done, a day that didn’t involve any super powers, super villains, or him having to be a superhero. “...How pleasant.” Dwayne said cheerfully.

Golden Star The Hadley Duck Drop Festival A sea of umbrellas covered a deluge of people from the rainstorm that filled the sky. The dark clouds above cast a heavy shadow on the proceedings, but people were still out and about, darting from covered pavilion to covered pavilion to enjoy food trucks, beer gardens, and festival games. Local crafts were for sale, paintings and carvings. Michael Adon was not a guest of honor at this event as Golden Star; he was not the guest of honor for charity work or participating in any of this. He, and the rest of his family, were attending a small city gathering in his mother’s home town, a small city on the Connecticut river in Massachusetts. It was the day of the yearly duck drop festival, and his family had driven up to go visit some of Stella’s - and thus their own- extended family. Michael could have made the trip in an hour or two given how fast he could fly these days, but instead they had all piled into the family SUV and driven up. Michael had, for a little bit, almost been frustrated- he missed Carmen, Parker, and the rest of his friends-, but that was mostly related to being bored in the car and getting a little carsick trying to read while they drove. Once the family got to their relative’s house, a giant, sprawling three story affair out in the woods, he had quickly adapted; spending time with his cousins and related family members in a variety of activities. He’d played video games, walked the nearby Mount Holyoke Range State Park, helped cook a massive family meal, and visited an Emily Dickinson Museum. The capstone to their event was the duck drop; a city event where people dropped carved wooden ducks into the river, and the accompanying festival surrounding it. Despite the rain, the turnout had been significant, leading to a sea of umbrellas bobbing in the rain as people wandered between handmade crafts stalls and ate snacks. Michael was hanging around close to his little brother, who was wandering around in his Catgirl Reacts jacket while Michael escorted him to the stalls he was interested in, getting him a tasty handheld pie and a hand-carved yo-yo. He was practicing with it as they walked, which mostly involved hurling it down with a lot of force and trying to waggle it back up, with it instead staying fully extended and not doing much of anything. “This is hard.” Kenny complained as he rolled the yo-yo back up to try and get it to work. “It’s not that it’s hard, it’s that you’re trying too hard.” Michael noted. “You can’t force it to do something, it’s a math equation.” He knew it was really physics, but it had to deal with math and Kenny wasn’t even 10; he wouldn’t understand physics when he already hated math. “I hate math.” Kenny whined like it was a prophecy. “You don’t have to know math to get it to work, but math is how the world works. When you drop it, the string around the central piece unwinds, releasing energy. When it reaches the full length of the string, it goes taut, and that force pushes it back up the string. When it catches, it continues rolling back up until it reaches the top, back in your hand.” “That’s too complicated.” “Here. Give it to me.” Michael said, holding out his spare hand. Kenny obliged, putting it in Michael’s hand. Holding his umbrella on his shoulder, Michael threaded the loop through his finger and held the yo-yo in his palm. He didn’t think about it as a Hero, he didn’t think about it through his powers; all that was put away for now. “So watch.” He let it drop from his hand and as it hit the end of the string it paused, then rolled itself back up to his hand. “See?” He said to Kenny, rolling it out a few more times casually. “I don’t get it. You’re not pulling it up at all.” “Yeah. You don’t have to. The reason it’s not working is because you’re pulling at it when it reaches its peak. That knocks all the energy out of it, so it just hangs there. It needs to glide to a stop and then come back up.” Michael explained, throwing it a few more times before handing it back to his younger brother. “...Sometimes with something that's already moving, you just have to let it go on its own.” He finished. Kenny looked at him in frustration but sighed. “I don’t really get it. But okay.” he said with a huff as Michael and him continued on towards the large bridge where people were gathering. With a hand on Kenny’s shoulder, Michael guided his younger brother through the gathering people to the rest of their family, where Stella gave them both a duck. “When the mayor says to do so, everyone drop your ducks, okay!?” she yelled to the gathered dozen members of her side of the family, extremely cheerful at participating in something she hadn’t done since she was much younger. Michael hefted Kenny up over the barricade, holding him in one arm with his own duck in the other. They listened to the Mayor as she made a speech about how happy she was about the turnout even on a rainy, overcast day, how the duck drop was a fun thing that had been a tradition for years, that it would continue to be so for much longer, and that she hoped all the visitors would come back again the next year, and the year after that. Then, after all her thanks and speech, she counted down, and when she yelled drop, the entire family released their ducks, along with everyone else, filling the river with bobbing ducks as they slowly floated down the river in the rain, a wave of yellow, wooden bodies being watched by a dam of yellow, fleshy bodies. “Well now! Wasn’t that fun!” Stella said cheerfully. “A totally normal day, nothing weird or strange happening! That might not mean much to you,” she said to her relatives with a grin. “But for us Freedom City folks, a day where nothing strange happens is weirder than anything.”

Paper Paper smirked as the ninjas he could see in the crowd dropped like flies. “Can you believe it? You guys will never graduate to be real ninjas.” He looked up just in time to see four more drop from the rafters, fleeing from Neko’s illusions. He grinned as they landed. Two took off running again, but the other two attacked. One’s weapon went wide, missing him, and part of him hoped it hadn’t hit a bystander. The second one was dead on though. Leon raised his left arm to block it and the little throwing star embedded itself into his forearm. Paper didn’t even seem to acknowledge it as his right hand reached out and raked his fingers though one of the other ghostly lanterns hanging in the air around him. “Too slow! You guys would lose to turtles.” The lantern fell apart, but in his hand he held several playing card sized pieces of paper. With a flick of his wrist the paper stiffened as he hurled them at one of the two. The paper slam into the first ninja like a series of blows from a heavy-weight boxer. The blank white mask focuses on the last one standing before him as paper slithers around him like a living thing. It collects and grows up into his waiting hand, a staff forming. He twirls it easily without looking away from the last ninja on the stage with him. The shuriken still planted deeply in his left arm seemingly unnoticed. No blood seeping from the wound as he spins the staff. With his right hand he makes a beckoning motion at the second attacker. “Yūkigāreba.” (“If you dare.”)

Ranged attack: 29 That's a crit for all the good it does. Edit: Can I try to intimidate the second one? Leon did just take out like 5 of his co-workers with 2 attacks. Edit2: Those two are minions right? I didn't think to ask. Edit3: Intimidation check: 7 What the heck, try a reroll: 22 Much better.

The STORMCROW "Hey, we both know you'd be the one complaining complaining first if you got me in the face," Charlie quips in response to Bernie's own poor dear quip. Taking a step back, he bows to Vik and Bernie with a flourish. "Well, guess I'll referee then. Everyone fighting over me again, been a while since that happened."

ARCHER II Connor ignores the man's pleading. Kids or no kids. They'll be better off without someone like this man taking care of them. The city government probably won't be much help, but this way, they won't be mixed up with drugs again. The way that the albino has started to tremble is concerning, though... "What's he doing?" Instinctively, he reaches for another arrow. A steel mesh snare, something that should hopefully be able to hold him, in case he acts up.

GM The Katanarchist almost growls as they pulls back for another strike. There is something animalistic about the sound, something not quite human about the sound. They don't have much chance to do anything, before Neko strikes with her naginata. The moment that it connects, the illusory weapon causes the ninja to flinch and stop, like it was a real weapon. They don't even have the time to respond.

The STORMCROW The new ninja is moving fast. Seems better than the others. Their leader, maybe? Whatever the cause, they go straight for Neko, and she recognizes him, calling him Katana's dog. Right, backstory development it is. While she prepares a burning naginata, Charlie throws a ravenrang right past the ninja's face, drawing attention long enough to distract them from their next strike.

Yes, you were up @Avenger Assembled, and sorry about delays this month. Stormcrow is gonna use Aid to Neko to give her higher Defense against the Elite Ninja, since you don't need a bonus to your attack roll: 20, that's +5 Defense for Neko on the next attack. I assume that you will hit once the Elite Ninja approaches, so he's hit by the readied action, for a DC25 Will Save vs. Damage: 19, Bruised and Dazed, which means @Spacefurry is up while the ninja clears the daze. As noted below, there are no ninjas visible on the ground, but 4 in the rafters and the Elite Ninja in melee with Neko. 28 - Stormcrow - 7HP - Unharmed 27 - Elite Ninja - Bruise (x1) 24 - Paper - 4HP - Unharmed 23 - Multi-Girl Dupe - Bruise (x1) 17 - Ninjas - Minions - 10x Defeated, none visible on the ground, at least 4 in the rafters (under effects of Obscure) 17 - Multi-Girl - 2HP - Unharmed 9 - Neko - 1HP - Unharmed

That gets everyone: Soldiers saves in order, last ones being the ones already affected: 14 13 17 11 27 19 16. That ends up with 5 being paralyzed and 2 being slowed Doctor Deviation: 19 Give me an IC @Thevshi, then I'll follow up with Spaceman 28 - Experimental Soldiers x7 - 2 slowed, 5 paralyzed 21 - Timeout - 1HP - Unharmed 20 - Spaceman - 2HP - Unharmed 19 - Gamma Buzz - 0HP - Unharmed 9 - Doctor Deviation - Unharmed, Slowed

I'd like to try to use Pan's Mind Reading power to try and skim Tun's surface thoughts. That's a DC22 Will Save, unless she's immune to Mind Reading effects, of course.