Zeitgeist Blue

Nicole As the bumps grew into crashes, Nicole stopped shaking Rita and stared at the woman's unresponsive eyes. Nicole waved a hand in front of Rita's face. Lifeless, glazed over. The circuitry crept from her ear into the edges of her face. *BUMP* "Rita?" Nicole said in a whisper, fearing the worst as her hands let go off Rita's arms. Unsuported, Rita sagged down until she looked like a kneeling ragdoll, arms splayed on her sides and head hanging limp. "I'm so so--" *BUMP* Nicole manuevered to the elevator control panel. Her fingers hovered over the open doors button as her other hand gripped the lamppost. She looked to Rita one last time. "I'm sorry." *BUMP* Her fingers smashed the button before the mice could recover and she drove out the elevator, leaving Rita behind.

Nicole The bumping beyond the confines of the elevator jolted Nicole into action and she drove her wheelchair forward, swinging the lamppost wildly. She missed the mouse and hit Rita instead. The second swing dislodged the mouse from the scientist's neck and it splayed on the floor near Rita's feet. Nicole made short work of it like she did its two companions before she turned to Rita, who was sti standing stock still. The bumping continued and Nicole grabbed Rita by the arms, shaking her violently. "Rita," Nicole whispered, eyes with wide terror. She shook the scientist harder, adrenaline giving her a desperate strength. "Rita Rita Rita Rita!" "We need to run." She noticed the silver circuirty spreading from the neck and it only made her fear the worst. "You hear me? Once the doors open the mice will come in and if they catch us inside we're dead women. Do you understand?"

Spending the last HP on this. Attack roll: 1d20+3 = 12 + 10 = 22

Alas, Rita has become a nanozombie. Attack roll on Rita the mouse: 1d20+3 = 1d20+3 = 9

Nicole "What. Was. That." Nicole was less verbose than Terrifica in answering Frost's call for questions. Similarly, her body language was more restless, even encased in a battlesuit, and they could easily imagine her narrowing her eyes behind her visor. Was there even a way to win that simulation? They did not have much time and could have merely missed something in their initial scans. Was it a way to see how they reacted to failure? Then if so this was the real test, sitting before Frost, but while the rational part of her noted this fact, the rest of her did not care. She wanted answers and then maybe she would calm down, but not before then. Fingers on both hands scraped across the plate over her thighs, leaving scratches on the plate as they settled into fists. They rested on her legs but she leaned forward as if ready to leap into action at any moment. "Same as Terrifica. My specialties can shore up what the League lacks and strengthen those it has."

Done. And that roll is actually a 15 with the -4 from Space environment.

Salvo "Finally. Found them." The access to the emergency vents was across the airduct from her. The airduct was large enough for her to fly through without fear of crashing against the sides. Her thrusters shifted and with a burst of fire she propelled herself through the airducts, landing right beside the access. Up close and the access was a circle, as tall as it was wide, and she stood at the base. "Right," she spoke in the radio between her and Terrifica. "I'm sensing some heat further down the vents. It's going to be stuffy here soon." Her fingers found purchase between the shutters, digging through the metal, and with a hiss of her servo-muscles she tore it free. Another set of shutters greeted her several meters beyond and she stepped through the access towards the next vent. She tore at that and the one after that. The heat went up steadily as she made her way further in but the holes she had made seemed to be working.

Nicole She swiped at the mouse with the back of her hand as it reached her knee, sending it across the elevator to smack against the wall. It slid to the floor on its back and before it could jump to its legs, Nicole was jolting her wheelchair forward. "You aren't going anywhere!" Light glintef off her glasses, obscuring the killing intent in her eyes. Brrrrrrr. Her tires dug into the floor and she grabbed the lamppost Rita had dropped. With one hand she swung down, squishing it against the floor. Silver smears stuck to the lamppost as she raised her weapon high above and brought it down again. More smears splattered around the mouse's body. Nicole looked back at Rita, only noticing the eerily still stance of the scientist and the mouse hanging behind her neck. "Rita?" Nicole said, turning her wheelchair so she could hold the lamppost between them. Warily, she moved towards Rita. "You there?"

Strength roll to open the vents: 1d20+10 = 19

Reflex Save: 1d20-1 = 1 Yeah, no way is Nicole getting bitten and infected by nanomachines. HP spend for reroll! Reflex Save: 1d20-1 = 7 + 10 = 17 And more squishing. Attack Roll: 1d20+3 = 17

First of all, as a player I am not spending an HP on Comprehend Languages (Limited to Korean). Secondly, this is also so Selena can take the lead in this thread. It's her decisions, especially if she hears something in Korean, which would then lead her to make a split-second decision.

GM "If I had the time. Sure, but now?" Nicole shakes her head as you both descend. There's a bit of a pause before she shrugs. "I brought up Google Translate. Not the best translation but it'll have to do." "Right." Salvo looks at Gauss then back down to the scene. "Time to put our game faces on." You land in the middle of the street, drawing looks from the people around you. You could see civilians pull out phones and raising them, flashes of light telling her that photos were being taken of you and Salvo. Salvo led, walking as if she had everything handled, towards whom you assume to be the one in charge. Being a superhero was as much perception as it was action. Nicole said that once. People looked up to superheroes, like it or not, and saw in them figures of authority and examples to live up to. Policemen give the two of you a wide berth, but as you approach you see the officer-in-charge's eyes flick to you then to the crowd and beyond only to narrow. He raises his radio to his mouth. <Hu, the reporters are coming. Get a move on on expanding the border. I don't want any of this on television until it's all over.> True enough, behind the crowd you see what looks to be a news van park behind the crowd and a news crew shuffle quickly outside. Two policemen go stop them as others in the border struggle to push back the crowd even more. It seems like your presence has stirred some of them up. <Useless,> you hear the officer-in-charge mutter before he turns to you, sizing the both of you up. <You're new here. You can call me Officer Gi.> Before you can respond he waves at the tower behind him and launches into an sitrep clearly having done this many times. <The WSH-Tower, owned by Woo-sung Hwang, head of the maritime shipping and exploration chaebol. Most of the tower is used as a office space but the top three floors are used by Mister Hwang as his residences. Tonight, he was hosting a social event to unveil his newest plans for an art and artifact museum, inviting government dignitaries and business leaders to the event. Approximately half an hour ago, a dozen to two dozen men and women crashed the party from the windows. They were armed with high-tech arms and armor and jetpacks.> He points past you to the man in an ambulance. Closer now and you can see he is middle-aged and a little paunchy at the middle. <Mister Hwang managed to evade capture through an emergency room and elevator. He stated that they were rounding everyone up, as hostages we presume.> Officer Gi folds his arms. <Yet we have yet to receive a demand, either through phone or radio or another hostage released to us.> From the corner of your eye you can see Salvo look at you. "What," she says in your earpiece, clearly confused by the outburst of Korean.

Nicole "Move move MOVE!" She ducked as the lead mouse flew right for her, its claws and mouth scratching at air, only for it to miss and crash against the wall behind her. There was no time to think as the other two mice scampered to them but Nicole rammed her joystick forward, her body jolting back from the sudden movement. Nicole handled her wheelchair like a madwoman. Five feet by five feet. Her wheels scrapped the sides as she performed wheelies in the enclosed space, avoiding Rita and the mouse and its mice friends round in circles, until she wasn't sure whether the mice were chasing them or them the mice. She caught up to the rear mouse, the one missing a tail, and wedged it under one of her wheels. "Gotcha," she said before driving her elbow down on the wheelchair's arm, crushing the mouse. "You. Little. Crap." Each word was punctuated by another elbow down. The mouse wasn't struggling anymore but she didn't have time to check if it was still alive as Rita crashed against her from behind, pushing her forward by the wheelchair's handles as two other mice chased them in a circle.

Salvo Salvo braces against the wall, her fingers digging into the metal and servo-joints placing dozens of tons of pressure on them, yet when Terrifica opens the airlock the whole scenario plays out the same as always. The part of the wall she is holding tears free, weakened from her grip, and suddenly she has nothing to brace against. Down the hallway and out the breached hull into space. Again the spinning and flailing, the stop-and-go use of her jets as she catches up to the satellite. A map blinks on to her mind's eye as she nears the satellite and so does the link with Terrifica and the on-board computers. She flies through the compromised hull and past Terrifica's airlock into another hallway. "Talk to me, Terrifica," Salvo says, as if she hadn't been swearing just seconds before. Her voice comes out between gasps, like she'd just come from an intense workout. "Let's try to isolate the problematic systems and go through the data flows from top to bottom. Maybe an anomalic blip could clue us in to what's wrong and we could reset paths around the nodes for some backup functions." Her eyes were glued on the flashing user interface and in her mind's eye she stepped towards that screen, her movements through the satellite almost automatic. She opens airlocks and locked doorways at will, flies through corridors in a flash of fire. She crashes against sharp corners, pausing only to reorient herself before she flies forward again. Again and again, barely heeding her map as she focuses on her work with Terrifica.

Nicole Her eyes roamed the office, as if not hearing Zenith's snarl, as if the technicolored teen wasn't there anymore. Then her gaze settled on the office door and without another word Nicole stumbled her way to it, using furniture and the walls for support. She managed to reach it, leaning heavily against the wall, and she pulled it wide open. The hallway beyond was empty and quite, so unlike what it would be during lunchtime in a normal day. Nicole chanced one more glance at Zenith, their eyes meeting, and Nicole's own face was a mask. Then she pushed herself off the wall and out the room, leaving Zenith alone in the counselor's room. Somewhere, a bell rang.

Nicole "So many ancient people and old things," Nicole said, shaking her head in response to Sitara and Seven. She moved in closer, clearly listening intently. "I once met a Neanderthal and that's thirty-five thousand years minimum. So that's what, you're immortal? Any idea why that is?" She cupped her chin with her hands. "Because you really need to share once you baited me with that." *** Then they were in a bar and Selena was actually having Earth food. When To sidled up to them, Nicole turned the bear's way. "All this for us?" She smirked. "Or are you expecting more Terrans to visit?" Then To asked about Leroy and Nicole groaned in embarassment for all of them. "Ugh. Do what you feel like but I'm sure he's fine somewhere. Guy can take care of himself even if he doesn't sound like it."

Captain America elevator scene intensifies

Okay, so first off, a Strength check to see if I can resist the vacuum suction. No idea if Super-Strength will apply so I'll show both with and without. Roll: 1d20+4 = 5 (11 w/ Super-Strength) Oof. Nat 1. Next Computers to find faults within the satellite systems. I'll be Aiding Terrifica so I need to go up against a DC 10. Computers: 1d20+15-4 = 13 Terrifica gains +2 on her check. Lastly, I will roll Concentration so she can multi-task, assissting in the Computers check while navigating the satellite. Concentration: 1d20-2 = -1 Wrong roll format in Orokos but it's still an oof at -1.

Reflex Save: 1d20-1 = 18 And crush them under my wheels! Attack Roll: 1d20+3 = 10

Oh damn. Missed this. Yeah, I'm good for this. We talked about it in the Discord PM.

Nicole "Less talking! More running!" Nicole zoomed past Rita, pulling her by the tail of her labcoat towards the elevators. She'd souped up her wheelchair to be as fast as a segway or a running person when pushed and, now more than ever, she was thankful that she'd showered that much love to her belongings as she had. So she kept up with Rita easily. One hand gripped her wheelchair's joystick, navigating the desks and chairs whileshe focused intently on the path to the elevator. Even if her wheelchair was as fast as Rita, it wasn't as maneuverable, and one wrong turn or crash could leave her unable to escape the mice. She hit the elevator button pointing down, and for some miracle the doors opened immediately for them. She rammed her chair inside and rapidly tapped on the button to shut the doors. "Get in Rita! We're getting the hell out!"

GM The pair flew for some time, talking about nothing and anything under the sky. The city bustling under them, so far below that it seemed almost dream-like in its evening lights and moving crowds of people and cars. A violent sizzling sound interrupted their flight and nearby they saw a long burst of red lasers fire up into the air, aimed at a helicopter that was hovering near a skyscraper, which is where the lasers came from. The helicopter dove and the lasers merely clipped its tail but still the metal was left scorched and smoking. Perhaps thinking prudence was a much better alternative than being blown out of the sky, the helicopter's pilot beat a hasty retreat from the tower. A thin trail of smoke followed the helicopter. "Hey, Selena?" Nicole's voice crackled in her earpiece. "I'm patching you through the police frequency originating from beneath that tower. You might want to tell me what's happening." Then she heard a man's voice speaking in Korean, strained and clipped. <--t out of there. I want no helicopters flying around while that mech's there.> A pause then, <Yes. Get me eyes on it. I want a sniper team on the roof across 5th street and 28th avenue.> Nicole halted her forward momentum and hovered in the air, small jets of flame firing from her boots and thrusters periodically. "Found them," she said and gestured down below to where what seemed like a dozen police cars, and one ambulance and two black vans, SWAT painted on them in white letters, parked in front of the tower's main entrance. The street was cut off from traffic and pedestrians with yellow police tape, though that did not stop curious onlookers from crowding behind them. A few policemen kept the crowds back but the majority of the first responders action was centered around the cars. A medic hovered around one civilian sitting on the ambulance's trunk, a towel over a nice black suit. Heavily armored and armed SWAT members crowded together behind the SWAT vans. Then in the middle of it all stood a tall policeman, gripping his radio as he spoke, his eyes staring at the tower's main entrance as if he could burn holes into them with looks alone. <Try broadcasting across the frequencies again,> he said and his voice crackled in Selena's ear. <They can't ignore us forever.>

You know what, let's take the elevator. Reflex Save: 1d20-1 = 14

So I'll be slowing down on the posts some (not completely cutting myself off) for the next two weeks. My management training program is at its end and I might as well try my best until then!

Uhhhh, is there a broom closet or something without a need for ventilation ducts we can lock ourselves in?