The Sailor

Sakurako could use some experience dealing with a crisis.

I'll make the knowledge roll now then too... Kno Technology (+10): 1d20+10 23 Let me know if that is high enough for anything or if I should HP.

Seahawk looked around. "I doubt this place'll be operational for cooking now..." She said, as a Archetech truck with a small trailer pulls up and the driver and passenger step out, pulling out of the trailer a 4-wheeled mini-jeep. Room for four, designed like a dune buggy. And in Seahawk's blue. "Our ride's here at least. If you're hungry we could do something Downtown for lunch or dinner... depending on your mood." She smiled putting her helmet on, tossing a spare motorcycle helmet to Mirror. "Safety first. Gotta set a good impression for kids, ya know." Seahawk actually liked being a good role model. Sometimes it seemed corny, but she liked interacting with the kids. In fact one clinged to her leg, not even a first grader yet. "W... What's wrong?" Seahawk asked. Just as the ambulances pulled up with police and fire. "G... Gwampa. They're putting him into an ambulance. He was hwaving a hawd time bweathing." Seahawk looked, as Jo Bob is wheeled into an ambulance. There wasn't CPR going on, but he was being given oxygen. "Dang... his Asthma." She said, patting the girl's head. "Your mom here?" "Yeah the docs are helping. She has boo-boos." Seahawk knelt down to the girl. "Even grownups get scrapes. Better go over to her so you can kiss them to make them feel better, okay." The girl nodded and ran off. Seahawk sighed. "I hope the old man is okay." She said, getting into the Driver's side.

ENDEAVOR Sakurako's eyes widened. "I got an idea... we should back out of visual range because of this dense fog. But that won't muffle sound. We gotta get the covers over the sides of the boat as a precaution." She kneeled down looking at the buoy. The body of it wasn't visible but the light was. "Once we're sitting quiet, we wait. Listen to see who these people are. Miracle Girl, once they leave you can tow us. You fly real quiet-like and won't stick out like the outboards. We sit out of view of the large ship I saw until the people in that boat are back aboard. Then we go on." "Casey might want to tug us backward a few feet right now to be on the safe side."

I think Silberman's would be one of Endeavor's frequent haunts, Heri. Dunno if Seahawk would head to the new hangout unless she was nearby and looking for a quick bite to eat.

Okay... first to give Phoenix a look over. (Thankfully I'm in what is pretty much a spacesuit) Medicine Check (+10): 1d20+10 20 - I pretty much with this check DC know where it hurts. Now for the Healing Mode, Phoenix gets a +6 to her Recovery check for her worst condition right now. Also, as a added thing I'm going to make a Craft Electronic check to see what I can do with the doohickey for lack of a better term. Craft: Electronic (+9): 1d20+9 24 Not sure what I can make of things with a 24, that's one short of a 25... should I hero point that? I'll post once I know the results.

"Not for long, maybe... a minute if I'm in dire straights. Really hated those helicopter evacuation training excersises I had to do with the JMSDF when I was helping my folks during the whole disaster back in 2011. Particularly when I had to do it blindfolded." She said with a sigh. "Of course Mom and Dad INSISTED I know what to do if any helicopter I went in went down in the water... at least because of my age they let me cheat a little using two spare air bottles instead of one Wouldn't want the scandal that would come from having a young superheroine genius drown on your watch, eh? As for the water, I had to make up some data by keeping the water at the same pressure at any depth. Probably the only jarring thing about the sim, at least to experienced swimmers. Someone like me? I love it." Sakurako started puffing up her vest to reduce the effort she needed to tread water. "So, the water at least feel warm enough? I wanted it to be just right so people didn't feel cold going in or stepping out." She said with a smile. "Oh, I brought a grill in... maybe we could whip up something good?" She poked Casey with a playful grin. "I know a few good ways to prepare the best Dogs... at least to my palette."

You skipped Seahawk...

If Seahawk would fit in... I'd be game.

Who ya looking for for characters?

"With what Breaker and Aero had... at least that was the names they were using... they were taking hostages for an eventual escape plan. They had access to some pretty advanced technology. It seemed Breaker was the technician of the group, and Aero was more the muscle." Seahawk leaned against a wall massaging her arm that was broke a little while ago, the sympathetic pains still are there, but abating. "Aero caught me dead to rights with a high-pressure airburst... very clever too, but popped the suit he was wearing to do it... Breaker managed to disable all the tech in this diner, and could teleport through some means... that and it seemed both of them had some one-shot force field." Seahawk sighed. "I think I might head to the Aviary to clean up once things are secure here... you know, Mirror, you'd be welcome to come along... Although I gotta find some way to either refuel my pack or swap it out for something far less... perishable in terms of power."

Seahawk turned to Miss A. "Oh, Miss A... heh, didn't think I'd see you here... Yeah had a malfunction with my pack, might wanna let Naomi know about it." She said, handing over a flash drive. "I believe this belongs to the Aeronautics division. It seems the... terrorists for lack of a better term were part of the group that stole the data in regards to the prototype." "As for me... and the malfunction, let's just say I spent some time regenerating in a pond about 4 clicks that way." She said, pointing in the direction of where the pond was. "Luckily I was helped out by a wandering superhuman in the area." she said, gesturing to Mirror. "I get sorta tired after a regeneration, and wasn't up for swimming back to shore." She smiled, walking over to Mirror. "Mirror... this is Miss Americana. I'm sort of under her wing as I learn the ropes in Freedom City." She said tapping the chin of her helmet, as if to suggest it was time to keep in their superhero guises.

Seahawk walks in, looking over the minor injuries sustained by the majority, although those nearer the cone were slower to get up, there was signs of broken arms. "Dangit... They would have done this anyways..." She said, looking at the strangely empty stall where the two were sitting before they started trouble. The flash drive that started it all was against the wall, it somehow didn't get blown outside. Seahawk picks it up looking at it. "Archetech property?" She looked at Mirror. "I gotta call this in." She pulls out her cell phone and calls the authorities, and makes a second call in the form of a text. Boss There's been an entanglement with some well kitted terrorists. Wharton State Forest, Jo Bob's. Found a flash drive, you might be interested. Also, there's a new face with me who assisted. He seems new in town. "It's gonna take some paramedics to sort this out." She said. She turned to those in the Diner. "Everyone... I've just called for the paramedics and the police. They should be here shortly. Remain calm." Seahawk was wishing she knew of a way to take some first responder courses. Also... I need some SAR or First Responder training. I'll talk about that once I'm back to base.

Seahawk Seahawk rolls over, her suit's defenses did their job, in fact in the last moment she managed to take most of the impact of being thrown out into the driveway. Her Right Arm was fractured in a few places from landing on it, but that would correct itself. "Sir, are you okay?" The older man was breathing heavily, popping a nitro. "M... My Diner!!!" Seahawk kneeled next to him placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay... it seems whoever they were they ran off. I'd better get inside and check on the patrons and workers. You're gonna be alright?" Jo Bob nodded. "Good, I want a great burger once things get sorted here. Okay?" Seahawk walked away favoring her arm as she went back in to the Cafe to check in on her companion. "Mirror, you okay?" She asked, looking around to see if anyone still had a working phone.

GM Mirror takes a swing, connecting with Breaker, but it didn't seem to do anything but anger Breaker. He grinned as the cane was still against his chin. "AERO! Let's Go!" Aero looked confused "But..." "NOW!!!" Aero looked at Seahawk with a grin pulling a lanyard on his suit, causing it to puff out, then Aero shows off the gadget's ability... to create sonic disruption through sudden and violent changes of air pressure... and he bursts his suit with such violence Seahawk is hit with a conical blast of 500 mile per hour winds, slamming through the cafe window behind her, knocking outside with her the older gentleman sitting in fear in his seat... Breaker grins and disappears in a weird stream of blue and white energy, appearing behind Aero running out with him out the back door. The gust of wind also slams several patrons of the cafe in the cone of the cyclone he created, injuring them badly. Mirror was even knocked down, but otherwise was left uninjured. Breaker was laughing. "Man I love that suit..." but Aero wasn't pleased. "We lost the flash drive." Breaker looked back. "No worries... I think our escape's enough for now. Those wannabe superheros got enough on their hands. We'll just have to find a different prize for SHADOW to get our honor back." Aero laughed. "Heh, Plan B?" Breaker nodded as he grabbed the scruff of Aero's neck and they disappeared in a pulse of blue and white light.

you're not gonna like this... Breaker Toughness (DC 17): 1d20 18 - Saved. You also get 1 Hero Point for what is about to happen...

Seahawk Seahawk saw the situation was moving to a hostage crisis... but there was an opening. He was behind the Hostages... She jumps into the fray, sliding along the counter, as things fling off from her stunt. She throws a crisp roundhouse using the momentum of her slide to turn around and get ready to nail the guy. She connects as she tackles on to him, not in any position to attack. "What was that? Last I checked we were taking control of this situation. Drop your weapons and surrender... NOW." She said, seeing a similar field form and pop from her attack. She looked at Breaker. "Mirror... secure that guy. There's some extension cords behind the counter...

GM Mirror's attack did it's job, flooring Breaker leaving him reeling for a moment. What was spotted is that it looked like a field snapped that had formed when the attack first hit, a translucent blue field that looked hexagonal... The commotion wasn't lost on Aero, but he was too tied up with keeping the Kitchen workers in line. He pulls out a large pistol from his jacket and readies it, turning off it's safety. "MOVE!" He shouts, moving his hostages from the help in the Kitchen to where the patrons of the establishment were. "No one moves, no one gets hurt! ON YOUR KNEES!" He looks around, he seems focussed on something on the counter the two were sitting at... "Oh crap."

Seahawk's Attack rolls Psychic Strike!!!: 1d10+10 13 - Hero Pointing (2 Hero Points left) Psychic Strike!!!: 1d20+10 25 - Much Better! It's a hit! Aero's Saves Toughness Save: 1d20+10 17 - Stunned and Bruised! Aero Reflex Save to keep hold of Rifle: 1d20+2 20 - He doesn't drop it, but Seahawk has his attention as she is on top of him!

Not bad! You hit, and you stunned and bruised Breaker! I'll post in a moment, including what happens when I post for Seahawk. Breaker's Toughness Save: 1d20+10 14 - Missed by 6, Stunned and Bruised

"What? What is that?" Sakurako said, standing up from her position, looking at the forming trash people. Walking over to where the odd occurrence was happening, she looked more curious and amazed than anything. Something like this was fascinating, or just a rather curious confluence of weather and trash playing with the eye. The cleanup would come afterward, but for now, she was sort of amused. "Guys... any one of you doing this?" She asked, turning to her class mates before turning back to the cloud. She crossed her arms, taking off her hard hat. "If this is gonna be a first contact scenario with Trash People... I really... really should have wore better clothes." She said, crossing her arms. Perhaps wisely, she doesn't take a hostile or threatening stance towards the cloud, just in case these things weren't just constructed by one individual but entities taking form. She did pay attention in class when the instructor talked about how to deal with trans-dimensional or extra-terrestrial entities. She uncrossed her arms, waiting to see what happens next, stopping her approach to not violate whatever it was' personal space.

Okay, time for initiatives... Initiative: 1d20+12 13 - Seahawk is a 13 Breaker Initiative: 1d20+1 2 - Breaker is a 2 Aero Initiative: 1d20+1 21 - Aero has a 21 Initiative order: Mirror - 27 Aero - 21 Seahawk - 13 Breaker - 2 Mirror you're up. You can fast forward to getting to the door without using a move action.

I need a DC 20 Notice check. I'll make mine too... Notice Check: 1d20+10 19 - Nope... nothin' out of the ordinary here...

SEAHAWK Seahawk saw the diner with all the cars parked in front. "Well, seems that big sign's just not working... Here's our destination. Jo Bob's. They got the best burgers I've had that aren't fast food, and that's saying something. That and the onion rings. Best stuff on earth." She starts walking ahead. "So... don't got anything against food that makes it feel like your arteries are hardening?" She said. "That, and this place has a history of serving superheroes. There's been many a trucker stuck during a blizzard that doesn't owe his life to a Superhero taking them here to use the pay phone to call for help or just to let someone know he's alive. The proprietor likes being a outpost for the wandering tourist and long hauler." "I just discovered this place after getting myself down from a ejection when I was doing more Test Pilot work for Archetech. I was hanging from a pine by my parachute for a bit until Joe Bob got me down with his ladder and invited me to dine." "Guy's former Airforce. He's in his 60's now. Got a pacemaker."

GM The two make their way along as the rain gets a little heavier. A late, late winter or early, early spring rain. The ground wasn't getting muddy just yet... things had just thawed out and dried up somewhat, but the spring rains had started to kick in... Meanwhile, at JoBob's Roadkill Dine-In Cafe... "So... we still got the present?" A man dressed in a black business suit and a brown raincoat sits at his booth, while talking with another dressed sort of military surplus. The military surplus guy scratched his head. "Yeah, Miss A and her bloodhounds have been all over this. Luckily someone in that group we got into Archetech managed to get this out." He said, holding up a flash drive. "1.75 GB of data... top of the line specs on that jet engine." "Yeah... I heard they killed a pilot to get this." "That's what I heard... But I also heard something weird happened to the pilot." "That's the last thing we need, a darned Cyborg with a vendetta." A waitress walks over, dressed in stereotypical Hillbilly chic. "What can I get'cha boys?" The man in the business ensemble looked a bit annoyed. He knew she was there in ear shot. He pulls up the turtleneck he had under his blazer, and pulls over a hood with what looked like a white skull motif. The Military surplus guy pulls down the skull-faced knit hat he was wearing, drawing a small hold-out while the black suited man stun-guns the waitress. "Aero, guard the back and get control of the kitchen. We're gonna need an exit, and I'm taking this waitress." He said, Aero nodding with a "Gotcha Breaker". Pushing the button on a device he pulls out of his business suit as everyone's cell-phones and electronics short out as he moves to the front entrance. "Everyone... stay in your seats. SHADOW is very pleased to announce we now own this fine establishment." He said, noticing a older man was starting to sweat in the back. But it wasn't of any consequence to breaker that the old man's pacemaker was busted from the concentrated EMP that was set off by Breaker's gadget. Back with the hiking superheroes... The two make it over a hill and through the thinning trees, Seahawk and Mirror see Jo Bob's. What was odd, was the gaudy sign of a crazed cook cooking a dead skunk in a skillet was off... usually it's red neon sign drawing in truckers and hungry vacationers would be on even during the day with it's noisy electric hum...