The Sailor
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Torpedo Lass adjusted her drysuit-like bodysuit and started looking through the diary. "I'd be honest... this whole place... this island... whatcha know about it? Outside of the base stuff that's obviously here, and the ship." She starts looking over what she can look at. "Considering the climate of the Pacific Northwest and the climate here which seems far more tropical... do you know anything about it?" That's it Mary... chat her up... although maybe I should keep up my end of the bargain, she might not be as much of a threat the other guy here could be... although trying to kidnap a hero is a bit of a stretch... then again that's between me and the deep. Torpedo Lass thought to herself... she's really walking a tightrope here... but so far, so good.
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Beat DC 15. Notice Check (+10): 1d20+10 17
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Okay... hopefully I can spot if there's anything wrong as I'm not a mechanic either... what do I need to roll?
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Levity scratched her head... well more her helmet at the change of things... "Nice of them to open a door..." She unbuckles her restraints, making sure everything was in place before setting her aircraft to autopilot and hovering out, closing the windscreen. She sets her remote control to have the Peregrine shadow the larger plane to it's starboard side. "Sha'ir... I got a feeling this matter is something more in your expertise, but I can handle issues with this aircraft." She says, landing on the wing and walking to the emergency door over it. If there was an in-flight emergency, she could handle it. Hopefully. Using her personal radio she responds. "Levity here, I'm from Nolan Emergency Aid and Response. With a +1." She said, gesturing to Sha'ir. "I'll give a once-over to your flight capabilities and assist your pilots. Everything seems flightworthy but considering the situation..." "Permission to board?"
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I'm gonna make a post here, but I would like to ask to make a notice check. Namely I want to identify the make/model of the aircraft... in particular to glean an era of which this plane was made. If possible also get to see what style of clothing the passengers are wearing. Orokos... Really? Notice: 1d20+10 13 Ain't feeding you another HP for now... sorta need the last one I got. Broadside of Barn info is pretty much all I'd see I'd think...
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Okay here we go. First off, the Sense Motive Roll... Sense Motive Roll (+10): 1d20+10 12 Hmm... I'd better HP this. Sense Motive Check (Hero Pointed) (+10): 1d20+10 16 Since the roll was a 6, it's considered a 16 was rolled so got a 26 for the roll. Now the Knowledge: Technology roll I can't do, considering I don't have that as a skill.
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Thanks, All.
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After hearing some comments here I thought I'd never hear on this site, I've decided it's time for me to part ways. I'm sorry to those waiting on me, but this... I gotta draw a line somewhere. Update: I think I'll still need a few days.
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Slight update, this will be about a week's disappearance. Just need a vacation in general.
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I'm going to be on an indefinite absence. Gotta find what I want out of this place. Either that or just call it quits.
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Torpedo lass grunted... "Nukes... The greatest mistake this country ever invented..." she thought. "Nukes are pretty dangerous for one to mess with, particularly if they're old... I'd wager they're like... late cold-war era I'd assume? But judgin' by the age of that notebook I'd think older... Back when Stalin was still breathing maybe?" She could read the German... but Russian? Not a chance. She stretched out. She knew there was more here than she'd want to bargain with... she could fight the robots but she wasn't even clear what this mad scientist could accomplish if she's distracted. Judging by her theme she controls electromagnetism and electricity. This'd hurt if she decided to get hostile. "Sie lesen nicht Deutsch, Frau?" [Translation from German: You don't read german, ma'am?] "Kid... I fought in World War II... I know a few things about languages spoke by the Axis... falling into a time-rift can change your perspective." If she could secure the island and deal with this girl, she might be able to make things safer off the US coast... maybe getting her to fight her rival while she disarms these things? She's no genius though... maybe there's some more notes... There was no use acting smug now... this weirdo's got her dead to rights... for now. She sighed holding up her hands. "Well... I know when I'm outnumbered. You guys got some way to communicate with each other in regards to the bet?"
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Fort save huh? Fortitude Save (DC 10): 1d20+7 21 Levity pulls 9Gs for a living... she can take it.
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Mary smirked to Max. "He's good... his Chili is as fine as ever." She stretched out setting down the large bag. "So, I wager I can handle the heavy lifting." She said setting down the bag with a thud. To her it seemed like a feather. "Got my Halloween costume in here... the advantage of being moved to modern times from WWII, is whatever gear you had is mint." "So, talked with some friends and got a few ideas. As for Allergies... none that I know of, but it might be a smart idea to have the more common allergy triggering treats separated from the safe goodies." "I can also do some pretty high jumps if you need someone to take looks at the surroundings as they grow. Particularly the main maze." "In fact if anyone gets lost I can get into the maze super easy... I'll just need a map if I miss my jump. Don't worry about visibility though." She said pointing to her glowing eyes. "I can see in the dark like it wasn't a thing." "Sort of a sad situation that mood-lighting is lost on me when I can read a book during a new moon in the middle of the Pacific."
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If people were waiting for an official announce, I'm back.
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I'm going to need some time to sort out things in my life. Just had my soul crushed and it's remains dropped in my face in spite. It might be just a week, might be more... but I doubt I'll get over it in one day.
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Torpedo lass landed on her feet near the edge of the cornfield hosting the event. Jumping on land always seemed to Mary to be the best way to travel. It beat heavy traffic and using a car. She had a large yellowish waterproof dufflebag worn like a backpack. Looked like something made in the 1940s with yellow rubber... but unlike something of that material from that time, the bag looked brand new. It had "Property of WAVE" stenciled on the side with "Issued to Mary Masterson" written under it by marker. The outfit Mary had on right now though was fully modern. slightly damp too after a short swim... which was from the Gulf Coast to Freedom City before taking a jumping land-route to the farm. The wetsuited woman walked along the dirt road to the meeting location. Her deck shoes scuffed the ground as she reached the doors. After one final look around the seaworthy sentinel of Freedom City knocked before walking in. "Hey hey, answerin' the help-wanted you guys posted up and... heyyyyyy...." She noticed the man with the skull mask in the wheel-chair, as well as the others who had just arrived... "This a Halloween plannin' session or a negotiation?" She quirked an eyebrow, her eyes having their signature phosphorescent sea-green glow. "Then again it is Halloween and some people have strange ideas for costumes in 2017..." "Name's Torpedo Lass... thought I'd volunteer to assist with the shin-dig happening here... if interested... if that's what's happening..."
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Tagging in, Torpedo Lass inbound.
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Sounds legit. Can't wait.
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Actually, would you mind if Torpedo Lass volunteered to help with this?
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Levity quirked an eyebrow as she opened the windscreen... "Actually I think my business is catching this flight over here..." She said, pointing a thumb to the plane she was flying next to. "I'll get us in, the Peregrine will hold course next to us." Something about this seemed convenient, but considering the situation having this mysterious newcomer get a civilian out of harm's way who looked like he might know a few things about this... was welcome. "I'll watch your back, but with the weirdness about, not sure if I'd be effective." She said, standing on the wing on the side the rescue plane was. "Not sure at all what's happening... I'll get the emergency hatch open, get you in, and close up behind us." She gestured to the rescue plane's wing. "After you? And if you got any ideas would be a good time to hear 'em."
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"Among others, friend... rush seems a bit sad at times, depending on the choice... ohhh yesss... This song is in the system." Torpedo Lass said with a grin. "Seems the new kid's getting the hang of it too." She said leaning on the counter of the bar Gesturing to Miracle Girl... Torpedo Lass moves her finger that was holding her spot in the book over, flipping back to her page and looking up the number for her choice she walks up to the machine entering her number. Seeing the crowd was loosened up as she was nursing her Guinness until the first couple of singers she knew she was going to light things up... or fall flat. Then again on shore leave hitting some bar near Yokosuka she was notorious for putting on a show. "Better to set sail and sink than stay at the docks..." she whispered. She walked up on stage and a couple of the more sauced up members of the audience were cheering. She leaned on the mic. "Didn't think you'd have a legit sea-salt on stage eh?" She said with a grin and there were a few chuckles... "Well let me tell ya... you other guys have been a bit serious man... but it's time to weigh anchor, mates! Time for me to show ya how to have a little fun!" She said pumping her fist... the crowd was starting to get lit up. Then the music kicked in... Her singing was rough war cry, with the bluster of a pirate but the skill of an experienced singer, turning the rare Queen track into a sea shanty and hit the walls of that pub like a hurricane. By the time the song ended with the almost silly song at the end, everyone in the crowd started singing with her. Even after the song ended for at least a minute on the machine everyone reprised it. "Now yer' part of my crew." She said, her voice slightly growling. Walking back to her spot at the bar to applause and laughs, grinning from ear to ear. She put her feet on an empty stool. "Our man over here might be payin' the bills for the evenin' but when it comes to a proper party, you invite a sailor to the show!"
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Levity clutched her controls... This definitely wasn't no storm she'd ever expected, and hearing the screaming. "Okay... this has escalated drastically." She said... the engines strained in the new environment. The only thing Levity needed to keep her focus in this mess was the aircraft itself... then again the aircraft thought it's airspeed was too low, even though with the molasses of the new environment was causing a high-performance aircraft at full afterburner to move in such a manner. "You still with me, Hakim? Seems we're in the mother of all jello now." She said, using the sole IFF in the area, that of the rescue aircraft as a landmark to fly to. She put her aircraft into a synced speed once it pulled up. "Okay... something tells me the laws of physics and aerodynamics don't mean anything here." She said turning to Hakim. "We're flying as fast as we could walk, yet keeping aloft..." "We could probably safely open the windscreen at this point... I'll pull up to the wing of the plane and put the Peregrine into auto-pilot, to orbit the rescue aircraft at a safe distance once we've disembarked on to that plane's wing." "We can enter through that emergency exit hatch there on the starboard side." She said, pointing to a panel with a red square framing it. One of the evacuation hatches over it's wings. "Judging from the ghostly crowd we might wanna close up that hatch behind us ASAP." "At this point... if you got any answers... would love to hear them... that and any ideas."
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Torpedo Lass moved her hair back. "Well he's not a friend... but boss? One of a few. And he overrides my boss at the VA. Veteran's Outreach." She says with a smile. "But I wager you've heard of the Dream Team, aye?" she says, then points to herself with her thumb. "You're lookin' at their newest member." She grinned seeing Amir walk in. Once he was in a more comfortable earshot she nodded. "Whoever picks up the tab is a friend of mine. A friend of every sailor at any port is the one with the open pockets." She says with a wink. She was starting to get loose. "Slide me the book on what songs the machine got. I'll make a choice while someone takes the stick first. This pint needs a bit more work on my end first."
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Torpedo Lass Torpedo Lass walked into the pub, curious partially, but also thinking it'd be an excuse for a good time. The PR pressers had died down on her joining the Dream Team as a late entry, but considering she could swim from Washington D.C. to Freedom City faster than most fighter jets could cover the distance in afterburner, she wasn't needing to schedule for commutes. Just some drying time so she didn't leave wet spots, and time to make sure her special deck shoes transition between swim-fin mode and deck shoe mode. She decided to come in geared up. Considering it was hero identities welcome, but to her, she was as much Mary Masterson as Torpedo Lass. She stretched out, taking a seat at the bar, straightening out her sailor collar on what she calls her uniform... which was more functional gear for her line of work as anything close to a "costume" in the classical sense. She spotted the Guiness and orders a full pint. "Ain't got work tomorrow, so what the heck." She said with a grin. She noticed the tap was a standard one... "Oh a double pour? Not bad..." She said, leaning on the counter as the two-minute, perfect pour was made and the tall glass slid down to her. "Time to loosen up." Her bluish green eyes she spotted in a mirror behind the counter... they really did show up in the dimmer lighting of the bar. Not that she noticed the lower light... she could read the fine print on a contract even in this light. She takes a sip, noticing the other guy at the countertop. "Scotch? Not bad..." She wasn't much of an alcohol person... only familiar with name brands, but she knew a proper Scotch when she saw one... even for the designated driver back in the service, she could see a scotch when she's seen one. And the after effects of the sailors she drove home. "Here for the fun?" She said, looking over the costume. "Haven't been around town much lately. President stuff and PR being like it is." She said with a blush.
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I'm glad you're okay, and with negligible damage. See ya on the other side of the blackout.
