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  1. “I don’t understand.” Terrifica was thrown off track. Thrown off to the degree that she sounded just as confused as she felt. “You asked me to assess, so I assessed. Should I have lied? Softened the truth of it? What use is that?” She adopted a kinder maternal tone, which wasn’t difficult. She was a mother, after all. “How can anyone learn from their mistakes if they don’t know what they are? What motivation would they have to improve without that knowledge, delivered in that manner? I think Salvo has enormous potential. What I saw during the Terminus Invasion was genuinely impressive.” And just like that, she was perfectly rational again. “What I saw today was not. I would be doing both her and you a grave disservice if I lied or sugar coated it. And besides, I am willing to help her learn from them directly. I would be a poor teacher if I was not.” She glanced at Salvo for a moment. “With that said, I can see how it looks like I am sabotaging her. This is not the case. What I said earlier also applies to her. I have no doubt the League is aware of her general capabilities, track record, and personality. All three Ravens are likely available to consult should you call, not to mention Daedalus and AEGIS. If you completely agreed with me she would not be here.” She rested her hands on her crossed knees. “Allow me to be perfectly clear. The Salvo I met today isn’t ready at all. She is impulsive and reckless. She does not think before she acts. She simply acts. I suspect the allure of the Freedom League has something to do with it, as does her age.” A few seconds passed, purely for effect. “However, the Salvo I met the first time was ready. She saw that blindly acting would not work, and answered the call to use her mind instead of her fists. She was frightened, yes. Traumatized, certainly. But she was one of the finest heroes I’ve ever had the privilege to meet. If that young woman was here today, I’d recommend her without reservation. I don’t know which one is the real Salvo, or if the truth of her lies somewhere in between.” She looked Frost directly in the eyes. “What I do know is that, once again, you know who I am. You know what I am like. And you bade me continue anyway. Did you expect me to compromise who I am for the League? Don’t be ridiculous. I do a lot of good both on my own and with Miracle Girl. I do not need the League to continue to do that. I remind you that the League summoned me, not the other way around. You chose me, out of all the available supergeniuses in the world, to come to this station and take your test. I am not an idiot, Frost. Please do not treat me like one.” She'd met the current Raven back when he was Nevermore, after all. She'd worked with AEGIS on numerous occasions. If the League didn't know her, they were the type who didn't do their due dilligence. And there weren't words for how highly she doubted that.
  2. “If a Terminus Invasion doesn’t count as stressful, I don’t know what does.” Terrifica leaned back in her chair, taking her hands off her knee. “But very well. I followed procedure. I sealed my suit and began to assess the damage to the satellite. When Coover reached out with the reactor problem, I reacted in a timely manner. I identified the fault in the computer systems and repaired it. I sent Salvo to finish that job, activated the distress signal, and provided a safe path for the station’s evacuation via the shuttlebay. Simply, I made the correct decisions with the information I had. And they all died anyway.” She stopped for a moment. She found failure very frustrating, and so needed a second to keep her emotions out of her voice. Calm and rational, that was Terrifica. “Therefore there was critical information I lacked and thus my decisions were flawed.” She uncrossed her legs and recrossed them the other way. “I will analyze the events, find the information I lacked and thus in a real-” despite her eyes and most of her face being covered, her look at Frost was very pointed “-version of that incident, they will not all die. I referenced the Kobyashi Maru earlier. Much like James T. Kirk, I don’t believe in no-win scenarios. There are only scenarios in which the winning solution is not yet known.” She was looking directly at Frost. “It sounds cold and heartless, I know. However I suspected that was a simulation virtually from the start. And even if it was real, if those people did in fact die because I failed…” She looked down for a moment, and then back up at Frost. She permitted a touch of emotion (from her memories of the Terminus Invasion, to be precise) into her voice as she went on. “One cannot continue to be of use as a hero if they are consumed by guilt and/or regret.” She leaned forward again and rested her hands on her knee, calm and rational once again. Internally she was loudly grumbling in frustration; her need for control over the situation, to know what was happening, was going unmet. But that was the point, wasn’t it? That was the real test. League members could not crack under any kind of stress. Which was why one tested potential members in both high pressure situations and followed up with something like this. Heroes were independent sorts, not the type to like having to answer to authority of any kind. It bred a kind of arrogance and Terrifica was not fool enough to think she was immune to it. The League had a reputation to maintain. She smiled, just a little. Very well. Let them weigh. Let them measure. At the end of the day she was still one of the smartest people on the planet. She stopped crime and saved lives. She knew her worth, and it was not small. She was Terrifica. And that mattered to her more than the opinion of the entire League (past and present) combined. “Would you like my assessment of Salvo’s performance as well? I don’t mind providing it.” At Frost’s gesture, Terrifica went on. “Hmm. It would be out of character for me to be tactful, so I won’t bother. I’ll start with the negatives. If I had been say, Bowman, Salvo opening the sealed emergency door on a space station would’ve killed me. If I had merely neglected to bring one piece of gear with me today, I would be just as dead. That was a rash and ill considered action. One must take the environment and your fellow heroes’ abilities into consideration before acting. And on a personal note I did not appreciate my concerns being brushed off.” She held up a hand to prevent Salvo from speaking. “I’m not finished. Both times the door was opened Salvo was sucked out of the room, bouncing through the halls like a ball bearing. The meteor damaged halls. As she mentioned seeing the station from the outside, I imagine she was sucked entirely out into space. A little more control, a little less lost time in a critical situation.” She paused, flicking through her perfect memory. “Ah, yes. The third item. I requested the emergency vents be forced open, not torn off. Yes, the station’s systems noticed and so did I. Tearing them off would put yet more stress on the station’s damaged superstructure. And judging by Coover’s last comment, it is entirely possible that those were not the vents I marked on the map. Finally, I have some concerns about her ability to handle high levels of stress. The prior three items can easily be attributed to being in a high pressure situation and not coping as well as possible.” Terrifica rolled her neck and leaned back in her chair again. “Now, the positives. Aside from the initial problem, we worked very well together. We were on the same mental wavelength, so to speak. Salvo clearly understands how to work as a team.” Even if she wasn’t necessarily good at it. “She is ready and willing to perform at a moment’s notice. She was reacting to stimuli as fast as I do, which is saying something considering she lacks my superhuman gifts. Her suit is a marvel of magic and technology, she has knowledge and expertise in a variety of areas, and she demonstrates the ability to adapt to changing situations. To ‘think on her feet’, as the saying goes.” She paused for just a second. “If I were to judge her performance on a strict pass/fail basis, it would be a fail. However, I don’t like doing that. It’s too binary. If this was say, a college course and I the professor?” No reason she couldn’t amuse herself a little, now was there? “I would pass them, but just barely. Then I would advise her to find an internship over the summer and get a little more practical experience because she would not receive such kindness from me twice.” She looked rather satisfied with herself. “I don’t think she’s bad at being a superhero or bad at working in a team. I do think she’s not old enough to legally drink in the United States and a bit too comfortable in that armor. She's just not ready. But she will be, sooner than most might expect. I think that about covers it.”
  3. Terrifica put away her staff and various gadgetry. She crossed her legs, and rested her hands on the upper knee. She spoke calmly, despite the imagery now etched permanently into her memory. “Questions? Always, Comrade Frost. And in plenty. One doesn’t learn very much without them.” She smiled a little. She knew it. “Was there a reason for that last? I’m well aware things can go wrong due to unexpected circumstances. Or was that a Kobayashi Maru thing? To see how we react to utter failure?” She leaned forward slightly. “I will admit, I don’t like it. I like being manipulated even less.” She decided to finally voice her concerns about this entire process. “I have no doubt the League is aware of my general capabilities, track record, and personality. Either they’re in favor of bringing me on board or they’re not. So tell me, what was the point of that little deception?” Did she say that because she was annoyed? Well, yes. One could even say she was quite angry. But she did not permit it to show in her voice or bearing. It would've been a loss of self control. Speaking of control, she hadn’t told the other part questions were useful for. Knowing things made her feel as if she was in control of the situation. If it hadn’t been a simulation, she would’ve been badly rattled by the sudden deaths and utter failure. But thankfully it was just a simulation, as she suspected. Now if only she could get the last look on Coover's face out of her mind...
  4. Terrifica pulled her staff back out and rebraced herself; reactivating the voice line to the reactor room. “Not to worry, Mister Coover. All is well in hand.” She reopened the access door, sending the remaining air out of the room in a rush. Along with Salvo, who was doing…poorly. Well, the plan was for the armored heroine to go that way regardless, so it didn’t matter precisely how. Terrifica, being strong enough (with her suit’s assistance) and well braced, ignored the suction entirely. She swapped out a bit of gadgetry, and broke down exactly how the system worked. Somewhat ingenious, as expected from Daedalus and Raven. Multiple systems working in tandem, so that the failure of one or two would not cause a catastrophic event. Unfortunately, there was but so much one could do to mitigate being hit by a large rock traveling at a few dozen kilometers per second. Salvo got her map to follow, and Terrifica did notice her coding assistance. Resynchronizing the cooling tanks was a breeze, relatively speaking, but didn’t solve the core problem. The emergency vents, as seen…here (she highlighted them on Salvo’s map) would vent the excess heat to space, as they were designed to do. “Salvo, I’ve trigged the emergency vents. Normally, they’d allow the heat from the reactor to vent into space but there’s a problem. The impact seems to have locked them in place. Fortunately, I anticipated this. A little superhuman strength and they’ll fly right open. Do you think you could rustle up a little of that?” A few more taps, and the distress signal was up and running. One last thing… “Mister Coover, I believe I have a path for you and your crew to take to the shuttlebay. I’m sending it to you now.” She did in fact do just that. “You know this place better than I do. Does that look all right to you? You can evacuate after the reactor has been stabilized.” It was going well, assuming Salvo could open the vents. Terrifica’s suspicious nature did not like it. Not one bit.
  5. Pull out the staff again, brace herself properly, and there's less danger of being sucked out. http://orokos.com/roll/748867 18 on the Strength check. HP for me for doing that, as you said in Discord AA. http://orokos.com/roll/748858 Computer roll is 27. +2 will make that 29. Put part of Visual Scanner (Microscopic Vision 1) away, pull out the Technology Pamphlet. +4 to KN Tech. That done, can use KN Tech w/Skill Mastery to hit 30. To both know what she's looking at on the station schematics and what the right thing to do is to accomplish her goals. Then she'll just do that via the computer systems.
  6. Well, handcuffed was one way to put it. They were actually relatively thin metal bars, bent into handcuff shape. Mundane human strength wasn't going to get out of them. Pacer tossed Scion a wave, and then the two criminals were no longer there. It took several seconds for her to return. Cops like to have explanations for criminals dropped on their doorstep, after all. But the tiny speedster returned. She abruptly appeared with her arms folded, leaning against a wall. "Hey, Scion. I don't do wind, you know that. Can't stay long, my brother wanted to do lunch and now I'm due in Sao Paulo. Film festival. Movie starts in..." She checked her watch. "Eight...no, seven minutes. Won't take half that to get there, but still. So how's tricks?"
  7. Okay, so first thing. Brace themselves then reopen the door. Salvo's off to open the exterior vents. They're for emergencies, and if this doesn't qualify then what does? Terrifica, meanwhile, will work with the computer systems to re sync the cooling tanks.
  8. Uh...how do I put this? No. I'm not even going to try to help you fix this. Me, probably the most helpful accepting soul on the site. You cannot use real guns. They are not superheroic. That will always be a no. That's one. Two, while you can be a former soldier and looking for redemption is a good hook...this guy comes off as completely unapologetic for being (at best) a morally ambiguous mercenary if not an outright murderer. If you're going to play here you need a superhero. Not an anti-hero, not a poorly researched Magical Asian. A hero.
  9. You don't even need to do that. Terrifica can just give them to you. Did I need to roll again, or can I just do it? Like, bring up the maps and system specs & triggering the distress signal?
  10. Things just kept getting better and better. With gravity back online, she returned her staff to her belt before speaking. “Hello, Mister-or is it Doctor?-Coover. Terrifica here. For now it’s just Salvo and I. She’s the one in the battlesuit.” Terrifica was beginning to have…doubts about just how real this situation was, but it did behoove her to act as though it was. Because one never knew, and she had children to raise, for one. “It wasn’t a tour, but that’s unimportant now. What are our options?” She cursed some more in her head at whoever had the bright idea to put a nuclear reactor on a station that could be attacked by supervillains. “May I safely assume you can’t access what you need to due to the lockdown?” She worked the panel on her arm. “I’m bringing up the system specs. Tell me what’s gone wrong and I’ll see if I can’t repair it.” Then she disabled speech transmission to Van Coover to look and speak solely at Salvo. “First things first. Let’s prevent the reactor from killing us all in the next five minutes, then rescue who we can, and finally we can focus on investigating what just happened. With any luck, someone from the League will assist us in the latter.” Though as mentioned, Terrifica had her doubts on that score. “For all we know, it was a meteor.” However, on that topic…she worked her panel some more. There had to be a distress signal here, right? If the teleporters were offline (highly likely, given the damage) and the shuttlebay inaccessible (it would be foolish of the League not to have one), they would need help to get both themselves and the civilians off the station.
  11. Terrifica swore viciously in Mandarin. She had assumed the two were completely on the same page, but then again Salvo wore a full metal battlesuit so perhaps not. Abandoning the computer link on her arm for the moment (but not cancelin the link, she’d need it in a moment) she whipped out the Terrifi-Staff and used it as a brace to hold her in place. Not all of the debris was light enough for the suction to move, and two points of contact were all she needed. Then she reached back to her arm, keyed in a command, and shut the door. She did not speak, though there was much on her mind. The air had likely diminished to the point of sound being too quiet to hear. She saw Salvo's miming, so attempted to patch her personal commlink (she did carry one, but of common manufacture rather than her own) into the satellite’s comm network. In addition to restarting artificial gravity and letting the reactors vent again. "Why did you open the door? We're in space. When doors lock on space stations, it's for a reason, Salvo."
  12. http://orokos.com/roll/746119 13. So...did not make that save, nooo. But HP reroll. Literally cannot fail the roll, but let's do the thing. http://orokos.com/roll/746121 22, which will do nicely. Now to wait for Salvo.
  13. Let's use that last PP in Gadgets, hmm? Enhanced Software Kit. +4 to Computers. And she'll Datalink to the satellite's computer systems. http://orokos.com/roll/746113 roll gives me a 32, and yes I included -4 because Zero G
  14. “Magicians aren’t any more difficult than any given meta. First, you-” And then the gravity failed, rather spectacularly. Terrifica rolled, barely avoiding injury. Her brain jumped into action. First, gear. Seal the suit, as she was literally in orbit. Second, find out what was going on. So, the Visual Scanner. Microgravity was a pain. Made even looking around more difficult. To hell with it. Whether this was an accident or sabotage remained to be seen, but she had work to do. The reactors overloading would be bad, and by god would it ever be better if gravity was back online. So, she reached to her left arm and started typing. "Quite fine. Let me see if I can get the gravity back online and perhaps prevent the reactors from overheating and killing us all."
  15. http://orokos.com/roll/746112 24 on Fort. So there's that.
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