The Sailor

I'm delaying until after the dragon acts. Wither it be him attacking bystanders, or any of us. If nothing happens I'll act after the dragon in the initiative order.

Levity "That's a paddlin'" she thought, calculating out her move. Almost reflexively she keeps behind her target, remembering some old wisdom in simulator training while learning some dogfighting tactics. Gravity warps around her hands, before it surges from them in a concentrated orb of lensed spacetime, created from the warped gravity under her control flying at her target's back. She sees the orbs burst, she hopes because they made contact. "Oh no you don't, you don't help people by tryin' to barbecue 'em!"

Ok, time to be like my favorite D&D class to play and get some tasty flanking. (I know I get no bonuses, but dem backstabs doe.) Keeping a 60M distance so I'm within my first range gradient I keep behind the dragon, and now it's my time to do my best Tracer impression. Blast 7 (Gravity Blast), Ranged, DC 22 Toughness, Damage (Gravity): 1d20+7 22 I'll take it.

Levity Using her enhanced mobility from "ground skating" with her flight, she gets behind a heavy cement barrier. The Draconic thing was something motivated by anger it seems, and now that silvery guy wanted a piece. She needed a moment to assess the battlefield. Going in and shooting wild might pose too much a risk. That and seeing her trying to hold the beast down didn't work out as well as she thought. But she wasn't above taking a pot shot, but she needed an idea and right now there wasn't one coming to her. If the second guy entering this conflict was THAT strong, she'll come in for backup. Patience... Let the Dragon develop tunnel vision, then fire a shot up his tailpipe. Classic strategy.

I'll be moving to cover for now, to observe the dragon. Will do a IC post doing so.

Levity "How rude!" She says, before moving back from the raging dragon, but while in range she holds out her hand and what looks like the air lensing around the dragon starts to happen. "Gravity... is a harness... I have harnessed the harness." And in a moment it seemed the smoke the dragon snorted was slammed to the ground. But will it also hold the beast? "You've underestimated the gravity of your situation. Stand down and surrender. This doesn't have to end in a full on brawl."

Going to move back to about 65 feet from the beast as my move (flight, hovering just above the tarmac like I'm skating), then use Gravity Bind on the dragon. Gravity Bind (DC 17 Reflex, Snare (Gravity)): 1d20+7 10 And I think I'll HP that. Gravity Bind (DC 17 Reflex, Snare (Gravity)): 1d20+7 10 EXACT SAME RESULT, but since this was a re-roll that 3 I rolled becomes a 13 which means a result of 20. (No crit)

Initiative (+5 Dex, Improved Initiative 4(+16 INI)): 1d20+21 31 The initiative is REAL.

Levity Joint Operations: 4 Posts

Levity She quirks her eyebrow before flying back down to the ground, hovering just a couple inches off of it. She turns off the speaker to her helmet. << I don't think this thing is friendly... He's talkin' like a cult leader. I wager weapons free is probably the name of the game? >> She says over her radio before powering herself up, the air around her distorting light like a lens. Her helmet speaker turns back on. "Yes. I defend the lives of this city. And I'm telling you this. Stand down and leave. This is the only warning you get." << Evacuate all non-essentials. I think it's about to turn D&D here real quick. I got his attention. Could use a wingman. >>

Levity Levity cocked her head, the dragon hovering in place in front of her was NOT part of the show. <<"Uh, disregard, I have visual.">> What she did was the right call. If she was gonna have to duel this thing, it would have to be without her plane. But she can't engage just yet. Not without a clear threat being posed. <<"Do not engage it. It isn't known if it's a friendly, but it hasn't attacked yet. I'm gonna attempt to communicate.">> She turned on the speaker to her helmet. "Okay... I wager you're not here for the show, aren't you?" She loosens her stance looking at the majestic... and slightly terrifying beast. "The name is Anne Mistral. What brings your travels here?" "Most dragons are quite intelligent and at least they can speak human language... at least in fiction... maybe this is one of them?" She thought, while minding an escape vector if it looks like she might be it's meal.

Levity Anne pushed her throttle, rocketing back into the sky. The cleanest transition she's pulled yet before heading into the blue. Then something on her radio crackled, that she caught from the corner of her hearing. <<...we have someone ...coming ...hot. ...in the air, get the pilot out of there.>> Damn engines... louder than she thought. Levity wasted no time, setting her aircraft into it's auto pilot bringing it level, then opened her windscreen, in one smooth motion she disengaged her restraints and entered some commands to her auto-pilot. <<NA-Emerald, sending Perigrine back to base, security protocol Black.>> She jumped out at 5000 feet as the windscreen closed. Once she was clear of any back-blast the aircraft followed it's pre-determined flight path out of the area at top speed. She slowed herself down to a stop at about 500 feet. Who needs a parachute... Well, as long as your flight power didn't get pushed too hard... <<This is Levity, please repeat ground. What is inbound? Give me a location.>> She didn't know where to look... Not yet.

Good for you! My personal identity is still a quest I'm chasing, but I'm glad your journey actually has a road.

Notice Check (+10): 1d20+10 15 Got a 15.

Levity tagging in.

Levity Levity sat on the Tarmac, spinning up her engines. Planning out her routine. In Airshows Nolan Aeronautics would let her plan out her routine for airshows compared to the prescribed test routes and maneuvers that the hard-hats at the hanger would want. Her G-suit system tensed up in anticipation of movement, as she slowly rolled out... then moved the thrust to the VTOL system, bringing up her wheels. She hovered there motionless, compensating for cross-air flow from the slight wind, almost like a ghost. <<This is NEAR 1, Hovering to 75, then following the taxi in front of the stands to give the VIPs a look.>> The control tower responded. <<Wilco, thanks for letting our hotshot get himself out of the sky.>> She pushed forward on the stick, guiding her pride and joy along the taxiway. The crowd was amazed at the stark difference in airframe design between the F-15 doing it's thing and the advanced fighter moving along to the runway. Many cheered knowing that was the Peregrine. Nolan Aeronautics' pride and joy, clad in the trademark blue with golden yellow on the leading edges of the wings, tail surfaces, and canards in front. The prominent Nolan Aeronautics roundel on the tail surface was more an advert, but even a firm known for humanitarian and charitable efforts has to advertise. Anne missed the chatter from the back seat. Jaime, her usual backseat was over at Site II which was still under construction off shore... She didn't get the flight clearance Anne did for this particular show. That was the one thought in the back of her mind. Soon she was hovering at the take-off position after the last pilot did his rounds and got himself off the runway. She pushed her throttle and with just a quarter of the runway used was at a 90 degree angle and was already at flight speed. She was at 1000 feet before she leveled out, using the unstable geometry of the aircraft and the VTOL system's thrust vectoring to move like a ballerina, the geometry of the craft blunting the sonic boom into something akin to a car door closing loudly. Eventually she came back down, going back about 150 feet, going sub-sonic, but as fast as would impress the crowd, before heading to a hovering stop, dead center in front of the crowd. She tipped the forward ailerons and dipped her nose a little, like a gymnast doing the pose they do when sticking a landing. The crowd cheered as she patched in to the event speakers. <<That was just the start everyone. Callsign's Levity, Chief test pilot for Nolan Aeronautics, and this craft is the Peregrine, a fast crisis-response design and loadout. Equipped to deliver rescue supplies to a scene at a moment's notice.>> She said before returning comms to the emcee of the event. She heads upward with the vtol system, activating her blue smoke on her wing tips as she goes back to standard flight rocketing up into the sky, twisting in the air as she flies through one of the circles still in the sky left by the last pilot, looking like a double-helix thread, then again doing what looks like a stall, pulling off a flip before using the VTOL and thrust vector system, to get back in control and fly by the stands once more. Even with her suit and her own powers, she did feel those G-Forces. As she flew by she used every ounce of talent to do a skid-stop like move 200 feet above the runway, over the pond. She demonstrated the rescue system by dropping a rescue pod into the water deploying it's life raft and supplies. There was a pilot in the water who was part of the only planned portion of the event, they got the short end of the straw, but they didn't mind considering they were in a pretty comfortable spot now to watch the rest of the show. She could hear some cheers and laughs from the crowd... seems the emcee of the event was putting on a show as well. <<Heh, had to show off to the crowd before dropping that?>> The appreciative but impatient "survivor" quipped. <<Well you hired me for a show didn't you?>> Levity said with a giggle before pulling away. Centering herself again above the runway. She knew after this she would be getting a message from the tower, probably either an advisory to head back in or to go freestyle depending on weather conditions. "Just another day in the circus, eh Anne?" She whispered.

I can definitely see Nolan Aeronautics and their Nolan Emergency Aid and Response initiative coming into conflict with MARS at least on a rhetorical level (Nolan trains and has screening to ensure supers under their umbrella are good types to be patrons of), and Levity herself might be in a situation where she may have to clean up after someone else's mistake. Which could turn a shouting match into something less... friendly. At least in Mars' terms. Nolan genuinely wants to help (and has a good history with heroes in general) and this difference in philosophy could be a friction generator. <<Levity here, ready for sortie.>>

I would be more than happy to help as a player (since I have a character in Emerald City), and I might be able to help with ideas.

Torpedo Lass She crossed her arms, watching their ship closely for a few moments. She then went to the Bridge of the ship, to check on whoever was there, and to get a hold of Engineering. "Hey guys still okay down there?" Looking around she scratched her head. "Would be easier to know who the captain was if everyone was in Navy uniforms... Who's the captain here?" All she needed... and wanted to do... was to make sure there was no one on the crew severely injured. If the ship was otherwise in working order would be a good idea to know where they were going. And to get permission to stay on board until the ship made it to port.

Torpedo Lass She took the vest off the captain and puts it back on herself. "Well, stick to your end of the bargain and you got a deal." She puts the captain over her shoulders and jumps up near where the crew is on the cruise ship. "Okay..." Torpedo Lass gently lays the Captain down on deck. "...There she is, seems we got an understanding." Right now if they're going to leave without further threatening the Cruise Ship, she considers the battle over. Hopefully the Navy doesn't show up suddenly and considers shooting first. She doesn't want a fight this close to the cruise ship. "As long as this ship, passengers, and crew are unharmed, I can live with this arrangement." she says. Crossing her arms. Watching their every move, particularly watching the port holes where the cannons are, as well as the deck of the pirate ship.

I don't got either, but I'll lean on Diplomacy since I'm not lying as far as I know. Keep in mind I did beat up their captain, and I did infiltrate the cruise ship without them knowing. Best you can get out of me is 20 off a naked roll. Diplomacy Check: 1d20 17

Torpedo Lass Mary suddenly was quite satisfied with the result. She puts her vest on the pirate, turning a valve it hisses to life sending the unconscious pirate to the surface, keeping her head above the water like a proper life vest. She follows suit following up with her, swimming to the surface and dragging the pirate over to the raft she had left at the other side of the cruise ship and easily flopping her in, then swimming at a decent and sane speed to the other side, before getting into the raft herself. "Okay.... seems your captain's disagreement with me is sorted!" She shouts to the crew on the deck of the cruise ship. "Two options! Either you guys get on your little dinghy over there and take your drowned rat of a captain out of here, or once the US Navy shows up wondering why there's some distress signals that got broadcast from this location and they discover you guys messing about... well... I don't know what their mood will be." "And judging by the hull of your ship... I don't think it can take some anti-ship missiles from an F/A-18. I should know... former Navy." She says, crossing her arms, standing on the raft like it was nothing. "Your call." "If any of you want to keep causing trouble for this ship... well I haven't had this much fun in a while. But you can see I'm reasonable. Even saved your captain instead of leavin' her to the sharks." The side of her cheek smarted a little... but it was worth it. "WELL?"

I think for now I'll take pleasure in a KO. Over for now.

Torpedo Lass Torpedo Lass vs Queen Anne's Revenge (2)

Torpedo Lass It did hit... sort of. As most of the rounds hit the water behind her but one hit her square in the face but then the round slides off her cheek... She points at the ship. "I HOPE YOU GOT LIFE VESTS, CAUSE YOU'RE NEXT!!!" She was starting to get angry... the adrenaline keeping her focus on the fight. There was something off about that hit she thought as she lept into the water where she KNEW the pirate went in. Time to press the new advantage. She goes in after her relish, and takes a swing, her fist glowing greenish like phosphorescence in the wake of a ship at night...