Zeitgeist Blue

Initiative: 1d20-1 = 2

Salvo: 5 posts + 34 GM posts = 39 posts = 3PP Backtrack (5) GM: 17 posts = 34 GM posts (to Salvo) Hunt for the Serpent (5) Plea of the Serpent (6) The Basement Shudders (6) The Jadetown Shuffle (0)

GM You move perpendicular to the ground and down to the bottom of the shaft. As you do, the song's effects upon your person abates, leaving only a feeling that sticks to your skin like a layer of dirt. Still, the song continues and does nothing but aggravate your ears. Then you drop down and identify the source of the singing. At first you mistake the mass of figures as prisoners. They are packed into cells, so tightly that limbs stick out between the bars and the light that served as a beacon at the bottom of the basement only helps conceals the features of the singers. Yet a closer inspection quickly puts to rest your initial assumption. Most of them are dressed in their sunday's best, wearing tuxedos or long, flowing gowns. Mixed among their number are those wearing rags or hospital gowns. You see a few without any clothes here and there. And though the mortician's chemicals work to preserve their flesh, many do not hide the fact that decay has set in their features. Fine clothes riddled with dirt and worms, bones and patches of gray skin showing in the worst of the decayed. As one, the cadavers raise their heads to sing to the heavens in a mocking imitation of choral harmony, a warehouse full of voices reverberating down to your bones. The low-ceiling of the basement, the mass of corpses packed into cells, and narrow paths in between only serve to make cadavers surrounding you from all sides seem more all-encompassing than they are. And then you hear a voice ring out as the singing dies down again. "The hour is barely begun, Lady Mingzhu! And you would have me cut short the night's ritual after all my preparations?" It is a man's voice, ill-tempered and his voice raised. It makes it easy to follow, deeper into the horde of corpses. The paths are narrow and winding between cells shaped in odd angles and curves. As you follow the voice, the cadavers stare ahead with dead eyes, unaware of your passing. "Very well," the man snarls, nearer now. "But do not place the blame on my shoulders if this upsets your so-precious schedule." And then you see a long shadow move, arms gesticulating wildly, as it disappears around a bend full of corpses. "Then the dead shall await you with open arms as you enter their domain, my Lady." "So says the greatest among them all, the ABRACADAVER!"

Fortitude Saving Throw: 1d20+0 = 11

Will Save: 1d20+0 = 3 They fail by more than 10 and that scares them real good. They panic, drop everything they are holding, and flee out the warehouse. Feel free to describe them doing so in your post so that we can have a smooth transition on what Rebellion does next.

Please roll a Will Saving Throw vs. DC15. Rebellion is hit with a Nauseate + Lethal Damage effect.

GM As you move crawl closer to the doorway, you begin to feel the slightest tremor on your fingertips and toes. It comes and goes like a wave on shore but there is no doubt the tremor is carried through the concrete. When your fingers touch the metal frames of the doorway, you feel the tremors more. Whatever is causing the tremors no doubt lies behind these doors. Fortunately for you the doors have been left unlocked and you pry them open. They are heavy and cumbersome for any one person to pull open but you manage with your enhanced physique. You see not the source of the tremors but an open lift, shrouded in shadows, much like one would imagine old mines to have, and fitting enough, a shaft that leads down. The warehouse's blueprints did not mention anything about a basement. The bottom of the shaft would have been pitch black, with no light reaching it from the outside, where it not for the incandescent light flickering at the bottom, several stories down. Then you realize, when the first unintelligible notes reach your ears, that the tremors are not mere vibrations. It is singing, a chorus whose words make your ears ache as you listen and your belly rebel against the melody. Chanting, voices that are scratchy whispers and booming thunder, throat-some and screeching all. A cacophony. You released the sound and from the warehouse shutter gate, the beam of a flashlight swivels towards the metal frame and a voice call out. "What was that?" The two silhouettes scuffle for a moment. "C'mon, let's check it out." The two men stalk closer, flashlights held high and wary, though they are still a good minute away with their current speed. But soon they will be at the metal doorway, listening to what you are listening now. You doubt they will fare as well as you. The metal doorway left open and unlocked, with the song streaming into the open, might bring these men to an early grave. What do you do?

Nicole There was the inevitable outburst from Ms. Doors. Nicole was expecting it but hoped it wouldn't happen anyway. People just wanted to make things harder for everyone involved, be it in unsavoury dealings or in their daily activities. And as Ms. Doors continued her attempt to scare them, Nicole couldn't help but quirk her eyebrow up. It was a good, amusing try but one that fell on deaf ears. Nicole strolls forward, raising her palms up as if to ward more of Ms. Doors attempts at intimidation. She was acting funny, not totally in the stranger-danger kind of way, though there was some of that, but also in the caught-in-the-act kind of way. Nicole feels it in her gut. Ms. Doors wasn't supposed to be here. She holds her phone like an unloaded pistol, those papers like the deeds to a multi-million dollar estate. She has no master key or administrator right to check on things. Marjory Doors was simply trespassing, while they, as Justice gladly reminded them, were not. "Okay okay, you got us." Ms. Doors backs up further, but Nicole doesn't let her go so easily. She herds the administrator into a corner with nowhere to escape, and Nicole steps uncomfortably close, wrapping her fingers around the papers Ms. Doors still held. Hidden behind her bandana, Nicole smiles sweetly. "Go on. You can call the cops or campus security now. But you won't will you?" Then Nicole pulls the paper away, glancing at their contents. "Answer her questions first then answer mine. What are you hiding from us?"

Notice Check. 1d20+4 = 11

GM It was trivially easy to sneak a peek over the driver's shoulder. Instagram. He's looking at kittens. Even unsavoury types needed a way to pass the time on their job. That done you follow the driver's partner into the warehouse building. Though the rest of the warehouse is pitch black, save for some areas lit by light filtering from the windows, the area around the gate is better lit. As for the flannel shirt man, you see the beam of his flashlight bounce around for a bit before you hear an engine start, halogen lights flash on, and a forklift trudges forward. The flannel shirt man is operating it and stops beside the truck. "Hey, Mikhail!" The flannel shirt man calls with a whiff of an accent from behind the forklift's controls. "Quit staring at your phone and lend me a hand." "Yeah! Sorry, give me a second." The driver named Harv gets out of the driver's seat and jogs to the back of the truck. He bends down and with an audible click open the lock. The truck's doors swing open a moment later and the forklifts rumbles inside then out, carrying large containers thrice stacked over one another. Each is the right size for storing a human-sized cadaver or several squeezed together, like an oversized coffin. "How much was in the envelope?" The driver asks as his partner backs up. "Same as last week's shipment. A thousand for each of us." Harv nods approvingly then gets back to scrolling on his phone. Soon, the forklift deposits the coffin-like containers near the entrance and goes back for another round of crates. It looks like they're work would take a while from how large the truck is. They say a few things to each other, but nothing else of importance. The night is late after all. Meanwhile, your eyes adjust to the darkness inside the warehouse and see dozens and dozens of containers just in your immediate vicinity. And beyond, the containers continue in neat columns, stacked six or nine containers high. A little bit more than three-fourths of the warehouse floor is packed with the rest empty, waiting for more shipment to arrive. And on one side of the warehouse you see a set of staircases leading to the offices, overlooking the warehouse floor. Opposite the offices is a metal doorway, large enough to fit a stack of crates.

Nicole "Sure. I'll let you local heroes take the lead here. It's your town and I don't want to be stepping on your toes." She was lying through her teeth. Nicole opened the door and froze almost immediately as she saw Marjory Doors over a computer. This was an odd circumstance. Though it wasn't exactly rare for students, faculty, and staff to be up and about late in campus at this hour, this was supposed to be Justice's safespace. No one was supposed to be rooting around. Justice should consider herself lucky most everything of hers had been moved to her new workshop. Now all that was left were a few bits and bobs, some schematics for plans. Nicole stepped away from the door. She glanced at Justice, looking for a cue, then back to Marjory Doors. Nicole didn't forget a face or a name, no matter how fleeting, and she's seen this one around campus before. She coughed loudly to get Marjory's attention. "Excuse me, but what're you doing here? And what's that you got in your hand? No use hiding it." Nicole strolled forward, waving at Justice to follow. She approached Marjory and raised her palms to show she didn't mean any harm. Two masked women with no identifiable costumes or markings meant trouble almost all of the time and while they were the exception, they didn't look like it. "Don't be frightened. We're not here to hurt you." She pointed Justice then at herself. "We're just taking a look around."

Nicole "Alright alright, don't get ahead of yourself now, your highness." Nicole raised her palms in mock surrender. "There'll be plenty of time for that over tea and biscuits, and a sleepover with the rest of the Emerald City girls. Don't you know? That's how we did things in Freedom City." They rounded a corner and moved towards the door to Justice's old workshop. "Speaking of Max Mars, what do you plan to once we find out he stole your tech?" Nicole asked, glancing back at Justice. "Back in New Jersey, superheroes could testify in court using our cape identities. No one needs to know who you are under the mask. But over here? There's nothing. Superheroes ain't real people in Oregon and Washington, far as the courts here are concerned." She shrugged. "You know where I'm going with this. We go to all this work: find a rich idiot, get her Ultio suit for study, sneak into your old workshop, confirm Max Mars stole from you and all to know what? That the man wants the big bucks and is enough of a jerk to steal from the unlucky schmooze without a patent under her name?" "News at eleven. You don't get rich without breaking eggs for omelets." Nicole sets a hand on the door and pushes it open. "Just saying. If you want to get the real dirt on people like him you're going to have to toe the line of what's legal. Not something I saw much willingness for back in the Pak's noodle shop. So we'll just end up dancing to his tune."

Nicole "You know what? Forget it." Nicole waved a hand as if she could wipe the conversation clean. "I'll buy a mask tomorrow that can accomodate my glasses. I just don't expect to do hero work outside my armor, feeling so weak. All this sneaking around? It's not something Salvo would do." Nicole slid her hands into the kangaroo pocket. Then as if an afterthought, she cocked her head towards Justice. "But thanks for the offer." *** Justice could hear Nicole mutter something under her breath after she had asked what she studied. Specifically she double majored in Parahuman Sciences and Mechanical Engineering, but fat chance she'd go into that much detail. Still, it was only fair that she offer something in return after basically telling Justice how she would systematically locate Justice's own secret identity. Talk about coincidence. Like she had thought a few minutes ago, University Hill truly was the safest place to be in Emerald City. No doubt the Ultio Suits flying about and some of their users actually wanting to do good only added to that safety. She'd be amused with the whole prospect at any other time when she wasn't having a conversation about her secret identity. Though she couldn't help but snort as Justice dug herself deeper. "Engineering. I study Engineering," Nicole said tersely. "And sure. Let's focus on why we're here before we just go blurt out our names, where we live, and favorite movie." She raised a finger, pointing above them. "Security camera. You've got your device looping them, right?" Sure enough there was one on the corner of the hallway they had entered. From its position it was able to cover the whole length of the hallway. "Besides," she continued, scoffing lightly. "You seem oddly, um, nonchalant about your secret identity not being so secret anymore. So why bother?"

OOC for this @RocketLord.

GM The Riverfront, Emerald City, Oregon Saturday, April 25, 2020 00:04:00 AM It was the end of the line as far as you could tell. Months before the case had entered your radar, the demand for cadavers in the market has risen unlike anything in recent memory. For sure, whoever had began buying had been smart about it. The demand had been incremental, months in the making, and there had been multiple buyers who bought at different times and from different suppliers across the city for different reasons. Funeral homes, prisons, hospitals, cemeteries, even some cadavers from mainland China. The buyers sold some of the cadavers up the chain. Then some of those cadavers would get resold further higher and higher until all of it led to this unremarkable warehouse owned by a shell company in the middle of the Riverfront. Unregulated by federal or state laws, the sale of cadavers is not illegal per-se but the interconnected buying and selling had caught your attention. And for obvious reasons, anyone that would go to those lengths to hide something was up to no good. Illegal and immoral in the eyes of the law. That's where you come in, perched on the rooftop of a nearby warehouse as below you an eighteen-wheeler truck and the shipping container on its cargo bed pulls the warehouse space. It backs up into a closed shutter gate and a burly man in a flannel shirt gets out of the truck's passenger seat. He says something to the driver and, dragging on his cigarette, fishes out a key from his jeans pocket. Then he strolls towards the back of the truck. Besides the nighttime activity below you, the warehouse and the surrounding area is devoid of life. Nothing stirs. You've seen rats and stray cats on your way but none around the warehouse. Your stakeout of the warehouse itself has not produced any sign of activity from inside the warehouse. It is dark there and only the streetlamps from outside serve as illumination for the warehouse interior. Finally, the man unlocks the shutter gate and it slides up with a clatter all too loud in the night's dead silence. Then the man disappears inside the warehouse, the beam of a flashlight to guide him. Outside, the driver waits idly, scrolling on his phone. The screen illuminates his face in a blue light. What do you do?

Nicole Nicole had stiffened upon Justice's laugh. She could feel her face redden, thankfully hidden beneath her bandana. "Wow, thanks. Really." Her eyes rolled as, absently, she pulled down on her baseball cap. "Let's just get this over with so I can get out off this stupid get-up." Then they began to walk around the building and Nicole slid her hands into her hoodie's kangaroo pocket. They were way conspicuous up close but from afar a casual observer could mistake them for two students. Somehow her question about the building turned into Justice's life story, much to Nicole's morbid curiosity. These were things she couldn't unhear as much as she wanted to. Nicole walked up to the entrance and laid a hand on the door. She froze before going any further then and to Justice. "Girl, free advice." Nicole sighed. "You're horrible at keeping secrets. In the space of like three breaths you cut down for me who you could be from sixteen thousand down to a few thousand." She tapped the edge of her foot on the door. "This is a School of Engineering building. No violinist is coming here to work on her music. So then from a few thousand to less than a couple thousand. Senior Bachelors, Master's, and PhDs." She leaned in, looking Justice straight in her white eye lenses. "And how many of them are thin white girls with..." Nicole's eyes went up. "Brown hair and shorter than five feet, eight inches?" "Don't forget the late thesis." She paused then abruptly entered the building, holding the door open for Justice. "Thanks for dropping the list down to less than the fingers on my hand and we haven't even had our first team-up!" "Look, if someone questions us, let me do the talking." She shook her head in disbelief. "Now whenever I come here I'll be staring awkwardly at everyone on my finger list. Just what the doctor ordered. A dose of mini-mystery."

Doktor'd! Salvo Changed Fixed formatting of Powers section Device 1: Glasses. Added an array under it.

Salvo "Very well," Salvo said, conceding to Alex. If even one of them was against taking decisive action then that would hamper the team. If they wanted to go in slow and peacefully then it was what they were going to do, though Salvo doubted that a would-be world dictator would take anything they, complete strangers, had to say to heart. "We'll try talking but we should stay on our guard. Her mother will be taking precautions and so should we." When Xiaolian offered access to the network, Salvo took it and began to carefully read what useful information she could find. Meanwhile, Salvo nodded at Eira and Alex's words. "Alright. We're ready to talk to your mother, nothing more. Let's see if she'll listen to us heroes."

Salvo Nicole had to admit, it was odd entering Emerald City University's campus fully armored as Salvo. Usually, she would exit Bellios a good distance away and enter as Nicole, normal freshman student in ECU. The walk would help clear her mind. There weren't as many fights in Emerald City as she was used to but still, Bellios had a way of making her more aggressive, more forward. There wasn't much of a magic community either, unlike where Phantom had set her roots down. The Master Mage's homecity attracted all sorts. Emerald City was bare, almost mundane when she had gotten used to the craziness of Freedom City. It was darker too but it may be more because she knows more than she had ever once did. She'd end her night as Nicole, sneak into University Hill under the pretense of studying late or whatever excuse she could make. Not tonight though. She was here on hero business, not a social call, but she still needed to go incognito and Salvo was anything but. Salvo landed unseen and unheard away a few minutes walk from the rendezvous point. Then a few seconds later, Nicole emerged from the shadows. A bandana wrapped around her face and a baseball cap sitting on her head. She kept her glasses, which held some of Salvo's sensory capabilities. She wore an off-white colored hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. Inconspicuous and as far from a hero as she could while still hiding her identity. She felt naked. The location of Justice's old workshop was cause for a small smile. To think that Justice was connected to ECU or one of the businesses catering to the university's residents made this area of the city added one more hero who called this hill their homebase. Taken all together it was four heroes. Her, Justice, Naomi, and Kanunu. "Hey, Justice? It's Salvo." Nicole said from behind Justice, slightly unsure if the masked person was the hero in the noodle shop. In contrast to Salvo's persona, Nicole was not imposing in the slightest. She was tall for a woman but lanky. Then she looked up at the building and gave a low whistle. "So all of this is your workshop? How'd you get the whole building for yourself?"

Salvo "So we either kidnap your mother or talk to her," Salvo said as she faced Xiaolian. "Either one done right can get your mother to stop her obsession." There was no use beating around the bush. Xiaolian had asked for their help and Salvo gave her the two ways she and her companions could help. Their host was free to choose one or rebuff them both. Salvo looked around the room, her eyes falling on Eira then Miss Grue who both were talking with Meili and Xiaolian. "But I don't know how we can talk to her right. You've shown this world has the capability of accessing other dimensions and your cockiness when faced against us suggests we aren't the first beings you've faced with powers beyond baseline humans. So the novelty of facing her peers? I'm not going to count on that." "Besides, none of us are therapists and I don't have the patience to play one in a regular basis with your mother." Salvo shook her head. "You wanted to call the Freedom League and they're fighters. We're not them but we're of the same stock. If you want something done using powers then we can do that." Miss Grue began the sound off of powers. Miracle Girl then Facsimile each began listing their own abilities. "I dish out the pain. Hard. And I can take a lot at too." Her companions already knew what she was capable of. The Freedom League Auxiliary had their training sessions. This was for Xiaolian's benefit and she didn't need to know anymore than that. Meili had kidnapped them, inadvertently or not, and could easily take them hostage inside her network. Her sister believed herself capable of taking them all down simultaneously. All this and the mother, who may as well be more of a threat than her daughters and may be watching them even now. Alarm bells had been set off since she had gained consciousness and they had not fully abated. "So," Salvo continued. "You can help us kidnap your mother. We can bring her to our world and hold her there until she finds a way to leave herself. It's a world in the middle of the extradimensional crossroads. We're used to extradimensional refugees and can accomodate her. We've got many super-geniuses in our world, including Teriffica here, and they aren't deified as your world does your mother. Maybe a change of scenery or speaking with her intellectual equals will help." "We can take her with us using force." Salvo shrugs. "Or we can talk her into coming with us but, again, not why we're called superheroes. Your mother, your choice. But whatever you choose we need to do it fast before she can react to us being here."

Salvo If it weren't for her helmet, Nicole's jaw would have dropped as Terrifica wrapped her arms around the crying android. Xiaolian had spun them a sob story and had started crying, and Salvo had expected anyone to comfort the girl it would have been either Miracle Girl or Miss Grue. Hell, she'd bet on Angelic first before Terrifica came swooping in for the embrace. So Salvo stood there, a little bit awkwardly, along with everyone else as the sobbing continued but muffled. Her attention was ripped from the disconcerting experience when she heard Angelic call out in an alien word. A dialect of Galstandard. Sharl Tulink. Salvo did not forget things. It was meant for her. She quickly tuned in to hear the news. Then she glanced up at the security camera Angelic had broken to link into the system further. It was from there that she had berated Xiaolian for advertising her cybernetic nature. And of course there was the VI, whom Xiaolian called sister and Meili. Where they stood may as well be a closed system itself. They were intruders inside a home, intruding viruses in a network that might as well be omniscient in its domain. <Sorry, A. We're going dark. If Xiaolian's mother made everything in this world then assume all tech is compromised. Radio silence for mission essential's from now on.> Then she swiveled her view to Miracle Girl before settling in to Miss Grue. The Grue hero could feel herself reflected of Salvo's visor. Link us up, Miss Grue? With that done she focused on the scene around her. Xiaolian sobbing. Terrifica comforting the android. Facs throwing questions to everyone in the group. I don't think anyone here's experienced with extradimensional interference. Best analogy we have is intergalactic affairs and we have the perspective of a non-Terran. She continued staring at Miss Grue. Would-be dictator. Democratically elected. Loved by the people. The worst kind because there's no toppling her. No atrocities we've got to stop. So does the daughter want us to save the people from the mother, or the mother from herself?" Salvo tore her visor away from Miss Grue and turned towards Xiaolian in Terrifica's arms. This world's not used to everything we've got and now they've turned to sheep, worshipping the mud on her feet. Anything we do, including the unsolvable problem, is a band-aid fix unless we put the mother out of the picture or convince her to step down permanently. You need a therapist for the latter, which only leaves the former solution to us and I doubt Xiaolian will be happy if we kidnap her mother. "But as that's the only option available to us, she'll have to take it or leave it."

Salvo "Yeah, looks like you screwed up big time," Salvo said, unmoved by Xiaolian's outburst of aggravation and despair. The armored hero crossed her arms, no longer ready to leap into action. "I don't fancy being kidnapped, intentional or not, but at least your mistake will be sorted out soon." Inside her armor, she groaned as Xiaolian expounded more on the situation. She hated interdimensional travel with a passion. Not once had any of her experiences outside of Earth-Prime been pleasant. They had each involved clawing, fighting, and thinking her way out most often populated by beings who would like nothing more than to keep her trapped indefinitely. At least this dimension's inhabitants did not seem inherently hostile. Xiaolian had offered room and board, and an easy way out. However Xialian had intended to call the Freedom League for help and though none in the room was a member of the main League, they were for the most part Auxiliary members. They shared responsibility with the League's problems, and as much as she hated dealing with another dimension's problems, she had to admit it wouldn't hurt to know. Miss Grue had the right of things. Maybe they could help, but this dimension needed the League's firepower in a straight fight, those present was sorely lacking. She wouldn't like extending a helping hand to a corporation, especially one with enough resources to sneak past Phantom's barriers, but League problems were problems that held the possibility of huge repercussions. They had to be dealt with fast and hard. "I agree with Miss Grue," Salvo said, arms still crossed but most of her hostility gone. "Maybe we could help. Tell us your problem or will your mother, the head of Song Integrated I presume, be in a better position to explain?"

Salvo "Whatever you say," Salvo replied as they began to walk back to the others, breezily waving away Eira's grousing. "But it isn't you who has to explain why your brain was fried by a memetic virus replacing your source code with junk. And just so we're clear, I brought you to meet the FLA which means I'm responsible for your chrome bum. So just imagine you're stuck in the Citizen sidekick gig again..." "Kid." The unsaid irony was that the age gap was merely a bit more than a year. 'Course, she wasn't the minor here. *** Salvo groaned as Eira leapt up and smashed the security camera and it was all she could do to rub her faceplate with an armored hand. Then Terrifica entered and protested what Eira was doing. While normally Salvo would join in expressing disapproval, she quickly backtracked as Alex defended the teenager's actions. Salvo nodded in agreement. "Facs is right. In our line of work we should always assume the worst. Better to be safe than dead." Salvo looked up to where Angelic was rooting through the room's security systems when the stranger appeared from a door. Instantly, Salvo was ready for danger at a moment's notice. She circled to the side of the woman as Alex exchanged words with her. Silently, she communicated with her colleagues in their shared communications channel. "Think something is going to happen? Better be ready in case she comes with friends." When an opening presented itself, Salvo spoke, her voice now altered to sound as if the armored wearer was male. "Salvo of the Freedom League Auxilary, same as Facsimile. And we don't know how we got here. One minute we were at the Freedom Hall in Freedom City and the next we find ourselves here." Salvo stopped prowling at the edges and glared at the woman. "Your turn. Answer his questions."

Salvo Miracle Girl, Facsimile, then Miss Grue. They all were present in the Freedom Hall, which meant that the still missing Angelic and Terrifica could possibly still be around somewhere. "I've got a bad feeling about this. Anything else you can tell us?" And not in Kansas anymore? She trusted Facsimile enough to pay attention when he said they weren't anywhere near the Freedom Hall anymore. It only made the situation, already bad, much worse. Spurts of fire lifted her a few inches up and began to hover off the ground. She glanced at her companions. "I'm finding Angelic. Terrifica might be somewhere here too." Then without another words she blasted to one of the remaining unopened doorways and barreled through the corridor. The door at the end slid open and found Eira standing motionless there, staring into nothing. Salvo landed heavily in front of her ward and snapped two fingers under Eira's eyes. "Wake up, little Eira. Questions need answering and it won't do charging your batteries alone." Salvo noticed the crackling white of Eira's eyes. The teenager was using her powers and Salvo had an idea which ones. Slowly, an armored finger reached out and tapped on Eira's forehead. This time around, Eira would hear Nicole's voice, rendered from Bellios code, inside the VI network both of them could see. There was size and power in the network, enough that Nicole was worried it could damage their own systems if they were careless. For her, it would be embarrassing, a quick fix of Bellios. But for Eira? Such a cyber-attack could break her mind. [Eira!] Nicole's signals called from Eira's node serving as the anchor to her physical body. [Get the hell back here and we'll work on this together with my FLA teammates!] Once returned to their physical bodies, Salvo would usher Eira to the central room where the others were gathered. "C'mon. Let's get back to the others."

FYI, Salvo is using the below power as well. Super-Senses 9 (Direction Sense [+1], Distance Sense [+1], Radio [+1], Radar [+3]; Radar [Enhancements: Accurate (+0), Acute (+0), Extended 2 [1,000 ft] (+2), Radius (+1), Ranged (+1)]) {10/11}