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"Our ship is not any known model of the Lor empire. At least it will not immediately betray us as law enforcers when we enter the system." Dragonid suggested, "Once we close on them personally, I think it will be harder for us to appear peaeceful. They may be expecting us, but they will have less knowledge of us than we have of them."

"If diversions are what we need, I will do what I can. I usually hone my fires for heat, but I could try to burn them brighter or cause loud explosions to distract or confuse them."

At Phantasmo's suggestion, Coiled Lightning shrugged, "Do you want me to blow the transformer and take out power throughout the whole block? I can probably do that, but maybe I can just cut the line to the house without electrocuting myself." He was a little concerned by that idea, he knew the whip could put out a lot of power, but he'd never tried connecting it directly to power lines.

"But finding SOME way to sneak in there and remove the guns before they can be used sounds essential." He also looked at Wildcat as the obvious sneaker.

Coiled Lightning listened carefully to Wildcat's report. "Well, we definitely don't want that kind of hardware loose on the street. We have to do something." He tried to picture the scene as Wildcat had described it. "Preferrably we get in there and stop them before they have a chance to use those weapons on us. We could probably drop in through the skylight and surprise them, but they're not necessarily the only ones in the building. Anyone else would come looking and come prepared"

Storming buildings with armed occupants was always scary, but somebody had to do it.

"Phatasmo works", agreed Coiled Lightning, "Besides, if you go around calling yourself Harry while doing magic, people might think you're obsessed with a kid's book. Especially with the British accent." 

"I have to say that you don't really come off as... scary as you'd expect a dead wizard to be. I think the wolf's got you beat there." He gave a smile to the werewolf as well, hoping she wasn't offended by the comparison. That would be a bad idea, especially if she was the contagious kind of werewolf. He had enough trouble explaining to Jane where he disappeared at night, if he had to start worrying about the moon...

Coiled Lightning

Incursion: Spirit of the Blitz

Organized Crimes

Dragonid

Incursion: Blockade Runners

Tales of the Praetorians: We Are Legion

Praetorians: The Deadly Dozen

Take 10 to knock out the last antibody near Lightning, DC22

Toughness Check: 1d20+10-1 19

"London? Never been over there. Heard it's nice. I guess you didn't want to stay over where you, uh died, though." He was clearly a little uncomfortable talking about death with the undead.

"But nice to meet you, Harry. I've been keeping my real name to myself for now. Protecting the family and loved ones, you know. And myself I guess. The whip doesn't protect me much when I'm asleep."

He looked back up at the building, "You think this kid is going to find anything skulking around up there?" he asked.

Coiled Lightning looked back at Phantasmo and nodded, "Born and raised down in Southside. Still living down there, most days.  But I haven't been swinging around as Coiled Lightning all that long, it's all still a bit of a rush. Gets the adrenaline flowing, if you know what I mean." He looked the creepy magician over a bit and felt a bit embarrassed. Was this guy really some sort of zombie like Wildcat said? He might not have any adrenaline to flow.

Quickly moving on, he asked. "How about you? You, uh.. live here long?"

Coiled Lightning gave a nod of respect as the big russian and the man who called electricty dispatched the remaining antibodies nearby. He was about to catch his breath when he saw another batch of fighters spewing antibodies all over the field.

"These things just won't stop. Those jets better get airborne soon or I think my whip-arm is going to fall off."

Hoping his new allies would back him, up Lightning run up to one of the downed fighter. Like shooting fish in a barrel he snapped his whip at the antibodies as they struggled forth, leaving two in a broken pile, but two more creeping toward him.

Can Coiled Lightning do some lion-taming with his whip?

It sounds like the only one on the ground who still needs help is Professor Chiron, and I don't think I can see what's going on over there. I'll rush one of the downed fighters and attack its antibodies, taking 10. DC22

Dragonid jumped off the empty plateau, flying down into the valley to seek out new targets. The pirates were not putting up much of a fight, but still refused to surrender. Not as cowardly a lot as he expected, but still no real threat.

He saw one Praetorian raining energy bursts down on a group of pirates that mostly shrugged off the assault. Her name escaped him, too many new allies too quickly. No matter, Dragonid rushed down to help, sending a tight fireball down amongst the pirates, but the dusk the energy controller had kicked up obscurred his view and his his attack harmlessly hit the empty ground.

Dragonid will fly down and completely miss one of the elite pirates.

Attack Roll: 1d20+8 9

How far up is the plateau? Will Kharag need a lift down, or can he safely jump down?

"It sounds like our best lead, the Sar-lan" agreed Dragonid. "Is there a regional capital in the disrupted sector? Maybe local communications are more reliable, and we can seek information there, if the nearby colony does not prove fruitful."

The saurian warrior thought as he looked over the map, it was still difficult to grasp the size of space, with even a single world this would be a daunting task, with so many worlds and so much empty void.... "We may need to enlist local authorities to help us corner the criminals, if they are on the move."

Dragonid banked out of the way to avoid the Communion fighter's fire, then circled around to begin pursuit. The technicians were past the Communion now, and the heroes on the ground should be able to take care of the antibodies. Dragonid focussed on his target. Plenty of time to aim he sent another hot burst of fire streaking across the sky after the needle fighter. The fire exploded into the communion craft's wing. For a moment it seemed to have no effect, until the wing shuddered and the fighter spiraled out of control crashing in to the metallic landscape.

"The skies are mine." the dragonwarrior said, turning back to the situation on the ground.

Things seem to be under control on the ground, he will fly after the remaining needle fighter and take 10 to dispatch it (total 18 to hit, DC27)

Coiled Lightning deactivated his whip and crouched in the darkness across the street as Wildcat set off to scout the roof. "We'll watch your back. Don't head inside without us. Wouldn't be fair to hog the action." he said, quietly with a glance at the others.

The masked man seemed good at sticking to the shadows and hugging to the wall as he climbed. He should be safe from any casual viewers on the inside, but Lightning did his best to track his progress and watch for unexpected trouble, ready to jump in for the assist.

It was a pleasant surprise to see all the incoming troops, especially the giant who did a good job of clearing out the antibodies facing Charlie. The good feelings were dulled a bit when Synapse identified them as Scions of Cain. But he guessed even villains didn't want to see the Earth assimilated by Communion. Not the sane ones, at least.

"Much appreciated, big guy." He said with sincere gratitude as the giant knocked down a pair of nearby antibodies. He picked up his whip and swung it at the last antibody within reach. The whip wrapped around the thing's neck, and Charlie pulled it off its feet. "Glad to see a new arrival that's not trying to kill me."

Are there still antibodies around him and the giant? He'll continue to take 10 to take them out.

Charlie could feel the deep gash across his back. Getting slow, getting even harder to keep away from these things and Foreshadow wasn't there to back him up anymore. He had a bad feeling things were going to go sour any minute.

Again with the whip, he slashed the tip across an antibody's chest, but either this one was tougher than most or the pain in his back was slowing his arm down. Either way, the whip seemed to have little effect and the Communion continued to close in on him.

"Well, I'm still going to be tear up as many of you clowns as I can before I go down. Keep your eyes on me, pay no attention to the hangar."

Charlie's luck is running out!

Still 2 antibodies attacking him? Gotta fight them off.

Take 10, DC 22

The man in blue looked over at the matchbook himself, "Doesn't seem smart to carry around ads for your cover business when out on the job, but who said criminals were smart."

"We could swing around and have a look, I don't have any other plans for the night. Maybe they've got some stolen goods from more successful heists there." Coiled Lightning shrugged, he hoped he would have a chance to make a better impression in front of these new allies, to make up for his somewhat comic failure with the car. "Or maybe the genius mastermind behind all this will be waiting for us."