Poncho

As discussed, I am doing the following actions: Grabbing Spaceman, then carrying him to Paradigm. Spending 1 HP to AP off of my 8PP array, to create the following: Boost 16 (Super-Strength) [Flaw: Affects others Only -1] [8pp] Since Boost is 1pp per point and Super-Strength is 2pp per point, that means 16 ranks of Affects Others Boost gives Spaceman 8 additional ranks of Super-Strength, fading at 1pp per action. Then I'm Surging and using an Aid action on Spaceman. Aid Action Results 1d20+7: 11 [1d20=4] since they're difficulty 10, I succeed, I believe? Which gets Spacean +2 on his Attack Roll.

More and more lasers were filling the sky around Michael, and everyone else. They were cutting into his costume and some into his skin, slowly wearing him down. How long did he have left to do this? How long before he got tired? He could hear the watch clicking in his pocket, but he had no idea how deep he was on his timer. He wasn't going to stop, but he was pretty sure if someone didn't come up with a solution soon, he was going to falter. He wasn't the most important person here, not by a long shot, but if he fell, other people would start falling too. They were limited, and whatever was causing this seemed so, so much more. He wiped sweat off his brow- something that he hadn't had to do in so long-, and tried to refocus his efforts. Then things got worse. "You have to be kidding me." he was in utter disbelief to see Paradigm like that. It was a walking apocalypse. He wan't even sure if Captain Thunder was still alive. Sure, he was strong- the strongest hero on Earth at the current time period, maybe, at least one of them-, but that was Paradigm. Maybe she was a little weaker than when he had seen her just a few days ago? But it really didn't seem like it. Someone had to stop her. Could he? No. He couldn't. Not by himself. But he wasn't exactly alone was he? "Lawrence! I got a plan! We can keep her occupied for...I don't know, a few seconds? Maybe more!? Trust me!" He flew past the drones attacking him, changing his direction. Parker couldn't fly fast? That was fine. Michael could fly for them both. He grabbed the other teen by the shoulder and hip and pulled, dragging him along towards Paradigm. He was talking, but he wasn't stopping as he was flying. "Parker. Listen to me right now. If we don't stop that woman, she will kill everyone. She's one of the strongest beings in the cosmos. She's weak to some crystals, but we don't have them. The most important thing that me and you can do right now is keep her from moving. Not even an inch." he spoke in short, clipped sentences, as serious as he'd ever said anything. He didn't really know what he was doing, but everyone else was trying new things right now, so he figured he should too. He focused on that energy in him, visualized it as a big ball of light and strength and energy, like a sun held in his chest, and imagined giving it to Parker. Putting it in his chest instead. He was getting weaker, but Parker was getting stronger. "I'm...trying? To give you whatever I can. I'm just a big battery, right? So I'm trying to charge you up. That's going to limit what I can do, if this works...but you're tough enough to take the extra. I'm going to hurl you at her, and I'm going to help, and you really need to grab her. And keep her down. I don't know how long I can keep giving you strength, but you have to grab her. and you have to hold her." Michael was barely glowing at this point; he had sent as much as he could manage into Parker, but they were flying right at her. He tossed Parker- aggressively sliding him forward-, but he launched himself at Paradigm too. This was less a co-ordinated offensive on his side and more a scrabbling to try and get at Paradigm; he slammed into her side and grabbed at one of her arms in both of his, trying to keep her distracted just enough for Parker to lock in a hold. He'd seen this woman when she was getting her powers drained by a crystal. This was the same woman, except she'd been filled with a bunch of alien technology. But if Star Khan could fight it, even barely, could she? "Paradigm! Stop! Please! You're more than this!" He was absolutely desperate.

I wanna throw the tank!

Michael couldn't see Daniel, but he couldn't see the tank either. But he was pretty sure he knew where the tank was. And he didn't feel like getting shot in the back as he tried to go into the tower. So he turned his attention back to where the tank was and charged at it, intending to try and break it before it could do any damage to either of them. He had already eaten quite a few tank shells today and he was not interested in eating any more. "Got it! Let me knock this thing over and I'm right behind you!" he yelled to wherever Daniel was as he went to try and grab the thing.

"Ah, no, I'm okay." Michael said to Charlie, attempting to avoid letting this be something that hung over them; he didn't want Charlie to feel bad either, after all. It was just an awkward situation. So he didn't want to dwell on it. "You're absolutely right, of course Charlie. I was just, uh...well I didn't want to make you think I was ignoring you. And I mean, we don't talk that often so I figured I should at least say hi." he said, looking between Iris, Charlie, and Callie. "Plus, I mean. These are connections too, you know. Sometimes you might need one of us, so it'd be nice to know they exist." he managed to get his focus back in and smile. "Iris, Charlie's actually dating Bernie." he said with a laugh. "It's a pleasure to meet you, as well." he said to the new girl, extending his hand. Meanwhile, Sam yawned and stretched, looking at Daniel as they sat around. "Eh. I like the music. It's not so bad. But maybe it's time to go dancing." she looked around at the table. "Who wants to come dance with me?" she asked, directly pointing away from where Charlie, Callie, Michael, and Iris had run of. "It'll be a lot of fun, especially if she's going to keep playing faster songs!" she said, hopping up.

A thread for some after-school shenanigans involving Golden Star Blue Bolt Torpedo Lass II

April, 2024 Nighttime. Claremont Academy usually had relatively peaceful nights. While there were plenty of super-powered kids and some of them were trouble makers, the school as a whole had enough activities that they rarely 'acted out', so to speak; between lessons of schooling and lessons of using powers. There were a few exceptions. One of these was Sam Durado, who had more than a little habit of leaving when she got too frustrated with the school. She was never gone long, but it had been a consistent issue, enough that she was starting to get a bit of a reputation for sneaking out at night and going off on her own- and often missing a few morning classes in the way. What Sam had not been expecting was for Michael to be waiting for her. This had devolved into an angry argument outside the dorm that people were very strenuously trying to avoid, not wanting to get between the two best friends having an argument on the dorm; this wasn't a full on fight, after all, it was just an argument. At least it was, until Sam stomped on Michael's foot and flew off while he was still cursing over the underhanded move. "Sam! Come on!" he yelled at her leaving back. "...You gotta be kidding me." he sighed, looking up into the sky. That is the scene that Mizuki and Vueriz ended up wandering into as Michael ran a hand through his hair and let out another swear. "...Oh...hey you two." he mumbled, offering a small wave.

you got it! @Thunder King Sever's turn! Archer II: 21, 4HP Fernando: 19, 1x Bruise, Staggered Chimera: 16, 1HP, Raging for 2 rounds (+4 Str, +2 Fort/Will, -2 Def) Sever: 10, 1HP Zombie Conquistador Minions: 9, 0 left! Vicki: 9, KO'D! Peter: 9, KO'D!

As Michael hammered into the door with his glowing fists, he felt it buckle under his repeated blows. He was so close to getting in that it just was gonna take one more swing! He gritted his teeth, pulled back, then as he swung forward, Daniel grabbed him and pulled him out of the way of an exploding tank shell. Though it exploded all over him, he wasn't harmed, thanks to Daniel's quick actions, and as the door was split open between the efforts of Michael and the tank, he grunted as he floated. "Alright, there we are! Let's get this tank down and get into the building proper!" he said, aiming towards the Tank.

Reflex to Avoid Results 1d20+6: 11 [1d20=5] Toughness Save Results 1d20+9: 24 [1d20=15]

(GM post) "Those chips I gave you earlier are the scrip of my personal station!" Tun said. The chips in question had her bright smiling face on one side, and a series of words in an alien language on the other. It read, for those who could read alien languages, 'Tun's Palace, Channel 1207'. "The white ones are 1 scrip, the blue are 10, the green is 25, the yellow is 50, the black is 100, the red is 1000, and the purple are 5000." She held up a handful of chips in her hand. Each of the participants was holding the equivalent of 1000 chips, scattered across blues, greens, yellows, and blacks. "A minimum bet is 25 chips on this table, blackjack or poker, or another game if you want. You can always go into debt but if you aren't cleared before you run out of time, well...then you owe me money!" she said, clapping again. "So please, Mr. Zoss, let's play some games!" Then she turned to Pan and seemed more thoughtful. "You don't like that story, hrm? Well let's come up with a new one. My audience has to have the best thrills, the most supreme emotional storylines, or else they'll turn to some other channel, and I just can't have that." It didn't seem like her manipulations were on the Heroes; more like she was manipulating the people who were going to watch. This was a Reality Show, and the heroes were participating actors. "What kind of story do you think they'd like? I have access to the majority of Uearth media in my record banks."

@Spacefurry @Supercape I haven't heard from Pips in a week or so so I believe something has happened to him IRL, probably nothing deadly but likely something that's made him quite busy. As such, I'll be continuing this thread with just Predator and Echohead and if he comes back he can slot back in. Here's the Knowledge: Electronics Result.

seems fine to me

Attack roll Results 1d20+5: 8 [1d20=3] Door Punch. DC 26 toughness on door!

(Golden Star Post) While Ryan was getting grilled by his dad, Michael had taken a seat at the table to observe. He was only really here for moral support and for the introduction, so he didn't have much to say- he was confident in Ryan's ability to ace this 'interview', so he wasn't that concerned about it-, instead he just watched as the two talked, resting his chin on one of his hands as he watched. When or if Ryan looked over, he'd give him an encouraging smile and a thumbs up; he was sure Ryan could manage this, so he wasn't concerned. After all, Michael liked his dad and his dad was a good guy, so he'd like Ryan too.

Toughness 1d20+7: 23 [1d20=16] HAHA, That's right! Attack me and forget about the much more dangerous people!

(GM POST) Neko's army of cats moved throughout the jungle, through the pink mist and across a jungle that was at once familiar and alien to them. With help from Lawrence, Neko was able to mostly focus on the areas where Lawrence had seen people, and the momentary cracks of thunder that could only come from a rifle- a weapon that shouldn't exist in the Lost World- helped focus further. Eventually she found it. A mobile command post, the kind used by spy agencies; banks of computer monitors and screens, pulled out of the side of the equivalent of an RV. Two people were seated at the command post in chairs; a woman tapping away at the keyboard and talking into a microphone, and a man in a high tech suit of armor patrolling nearby. "Esquire, confirming that you're on the right track. The target is 50 meters ahead. Watch out for the pitfall trap on your right." The woman spoke as she looked at one of the screens. On that screen, Kazra- a gunshot in her stomach and her teeth gritted in concentration-, hung silently in a tree, watching a middle-aged man in a classic safari hunter's outfit with a rifle stalk through the undergrowth. But this was not a fair fight; the drones the mechanical operator was tending gave the hunter- Esquire- all the information that he needed to push Kazra into the corner, while she had no such advantages. "Hey. TechNo. Where did her students go?" The armored man asked as he spied one of the monitors, where a drone was currently circling the area above where the Claremont Teenagers were waiting. "They chased off the drone; one of the boys did it. Do you and your boys want to go chase them off Hotshot? I can set up a perimeter; Esquire won't think there's any reason to hunt them down, they're not natives." "...Yeah. I'll take the Hounds and go chase them off." Hotshot replied before calling in something on his own radio and, suddenly, flying up into the air.

Well, his confident calls had done some good things! The Crystal was gone, a couple of the aliens had been taken out, that was about as good as someone could do, really! So now Michael had to focus on taking out targets he could take out, in order to support the heavy hitters. Watching fighting unfold, he quickly focused in on the telepathic aliens; they were disrupting the area and the heroes immensely, making it difficult to focus. That was the power of mental brain powers, he supposed. If he knew any telepaths he'd have to be sure to become friends with them, they could clearly help turn the tide of any dangerous battles. So with that in his mind, but his focus not split, he turned to the creature that seemed to be antagonizing Carmen, though he couldn't really tell, and charged at it. The Telepath didn't even know what hit them, as a bolt of sunlight crashed directly into the alien's chest and sent them flying, unconscious, as Michael floated in the air in the area where the alien had just been. He got the idea now; he needed to take these guys out so that everyone else could focus on more dangerous people.

Charging the hound that mentally blasted Carmen just now. Attack Roll Results 1d20+9: 27 [1d20=18] DC 24 Tough if it hits.

From under his cardboard box, safely past the patroling sentries, the sound of the alarm alerted Michael that the time for silence was over, and the time for action was now! He stood up dramatically and throw off his cardboard box as he stood to his full height, pointing directly towards the tower. "Let's go Daniel! Time for an offensive!" he yelled, before charging at the tower's entrance, ready to start beating down whoever was in the path between them and Iris, his fists clenched and his head down, like he was charging directly into an opposing defensive line!

Yes, you can and will get to your roll soon!

1 mile right? Yeah they're within that distance.

Powers Holdings. Of course Parker Powers would be the scion of Powers Holdings, though he hadn't said anything about his assumptions to his friend before; it wasn't his place to say anything. While Michael wasn't exactly a scientist himself- obviously far from it, he was just a high schooler!-, he kept an eye on and off on the stock market at times, and he had seen Powers Holdings as a company in Freedom City; one of the ones that he'd have to get to know if he ever finished his goal of becoming a politician in the city, understanding the motions of big business in the area, and the people in charge of it. So he was aware that Powers Holdings was a combination of old money and new technologies, two things he had an interest in. It had been very easy for him to agree to come along to see where his friend 'came from', so to speak. In early spring, it meant appropriate spring colors to match Michael's own Spring palette. Dauchsand brown loafers and matching belt, with biege slacks. His biggest splash of color was a sweater vest with hibiscus and georgia peach coloring and a flower imprint; standing out to match his palette and make a focal point on his outfit. "It's a nice building." he said, a bright smile directed at Parker. "It was recently highlighted for it's interior decorating, right? I'm excited to see it in person, interior design is something I'm not super well versed in. Thanks for inviting me." he finished to Parker before he turned to help Iris and Daniel from the car, offering a hand.

no, because he's not contesting

Michael frowned at Charlie, then waved at the new girl, and then turned his attention back to Iris when Charlie pointed out he was followed. Was he hurt that Charlie was brushing him off now? Maybe. But it was also fair for him to do that given that Michael had failed to be an appropriate friend earlier, so it was really one for one. He scratched his cheek awkwardly and paused to figure out what he was going to do. For Iris, the confident and capable Michael seemed surprisingly off his feet; the respect he had for whoever 'Charlie' was clearly off the charts. He looked at Iris and then at Charlie and the other girl. "Uh...pleasure to meet you, M'am." he said to Charlie's friend before continuing to look awkward. "And uh, this is...Iris." He noted to his other companion. "She's a new friend of mine." he waved at her. "But...uh, sorry. We'll get out of your hair, Charlie." he mumbled, gesturing to Iris that he was going to head back to the seating as requested.