Warmonger

"That sounds good and all," All-Star said. "So we got a name? Like Arches-Angels?" He looked around at the assembled heroes. "How about 'The All-Stars'?'" he asked. Sounded good to him, worked on a couple of levels.

All-Star rubbed his chin as he considered Doc's words. "Allright," he said finally. "I like the cut of your jib." Whatever that meant. "Besides I 'm gonna make my own legacy." He looked around. So they would be the first to use the equipment? Awesome. The implications of beta testing was not one of All-Star's concerns. "So can we seal this deal with a handshake?" So I could maybe look you in the eye and see if your full of it?

All-Star arched an eyebrow. "Alright... I think I got most of that." The accent was difficult. "Now look, all this stuff is cool, I mean really cool". He gestured around the base. "I like the whole, "for the greater good spiel" top-notch. But I'm kinda already doing that." He lowerd himself to the ground. "What I want is..." Fame? To have my cape hung up in Freedom Hall. To be remembered? "... is to go to the next level ya know. Except for Velocity here, no one here ever ran with the big boys. Isn't that like the blind leading the blind? I wanna be prime time like Deion. "

Alright Breakdown is 9miles away and out cold. Razorwing I belive it is your turn. :super:

pfft she rolled a 1. 1d20+10=11 your shenanigans may continue. ok the Three remainign PCs Power Attack Breakdown. 1d20+6=17, 1d20+6=26, 1d20+6=8 Only one connects but it is a crit. Give us a DC 35 damage save there my young Breakdown Ok this is the last round for AS and Darkstar so after this round they may rejoin the fight proper. Since MZ has lost her turn it is RW's turn again. Also pelase post your actions IC ex3. Almsot forgot to roll the miss chance Warmonger rolls 3d2 and gets 2,2,2. Apparently it doens't work in IC. Ok all attacks have possiblity to though only 1 does.

Razorwing's exploding boomerangs seem to do the trick. #3 Groans and staggers as shrapnel lodges in his armor. #1 holds his face as a razor sharp shard bounces of the face plate but is still capable of fighting. "Protect the client!" #1 shouts. The remaining Power Corps converge on Breakdown, ignoring the grounded Razorwing. The turn their lasers on full again and open fire, strafing the hero. One catches him full on, with both beams. Meanwhile the Train continues to decelerate, but the Darkstar realizes it will not stop on time, and so does All-Star. Both heroes redouble their efforts. All-Star strains his arms, until the feel like they will snap off. The train finally slows to a screeching stop... but the lead car goes over the gap, and it begins to pull the rest of the train with it. But combine thier powers they are able to stop it and begin to push it back. The can hear the sounds of battle but they must trust in their allies' abilties, to fend for themselves.

Ok damage saves 1d20+10=21 ok #1 takes a bruise 1d20+9=18 #3 takes a stun and another bruise Ok Breakdown is up, should let you know that PC 1 is no longer stunned.

All-Star looked over at the one called Jack, "Super-Strenght, flight, shooting lasers out of your toes," he said. He lowered the MAVERIC to the ground. "Thats all good and well, but is there a man alive that doesn't love toys? I mean are you gonna tell me, the first time you saw it, there isn't some small part of you that that didn't look at this," he indicated the MAVERIC. "and ask "I wonder how fast that thing can go?". He flew around the hangar. "Look at all this, secret hideouts, robot butlers, super-cars, this is like everything you ever wanted as a kid." Now throw in some foosball and its perfect.

I really don't wanna live downstairs. Maybe the ones in the basement are extras, I kind of wanted to keep the feeling of a "pad" somewhere where maybe parties could happen or at least guests could come.

All-Star laughed off Velocity's remark. "Ha," he said. "Alright not bad, maybe you are the real deal, but keep an eye out, I don't accept second place." He stopped talking as Vince began his tour. All-Star stared wide eyed at it all. He liked the control room but squinted at the 'living quarters', he liked the sun he didn't want to live underground, especially not after the thing with the Space-Moles. He rubbed his hands together when he saw the gym. "Man am I glad I don't have to go to Freedom Hall to workout anymore". He gave a predatory grin at the combat simulator. "Now you're speaking my language." He whistled out loud when he saw the MAVERIC. He flew over to and hovered around checking it out. He put his hand underneath and lifted the front of the massive vehicle clear off the ground. "So, Vince can we take this thing off-roading?"

ok right now she cant make that save so you win for now, but don't think your gonna keep doing that. Ok Darkstar and All-Star begin to dramatically slow down the train but it hasn't completely stopped, so we need to keep at it for another round. Breakdown Power Corps 1(1b, Stun) Power Corps 2 (1b,) Power Corps 3 (2b, 1stag) Power Corps (4) (1b) All-Star Razorwing Madame Zero (1b, Distracted) Darkstar (1b) So lets see PC #2 atks Breakdown with an energy blast, crit. DC 29 damage save the wounded #3 fires and hits with 22 DC 24 damage save, #4 fires at RW misses with a 1. 1d20+11=31, 1d20+11=22, 1d20+11=12 Madame Zero has no actions Darkstar is using his action to try to stop the train. So Razorwing is up.

All-Star shoves #4 against the side of the building shattering he concrete. "Now you-" he was interrupted byt he force of Darkstar's gravitational pull dragging him off. "Hey let go of me!" he shouted. "I almost finished him." Wait. The train! Oh Crap! The train hurtled forward. The bridge crumpled into a grea heap, massive spars of it raining unto the street shattering like glass. Darkstar was even faster though rushing straight at the incoming train, and with barely a though he displaced his molecules and vanished into the control room. The conductor dropped the soda he was drinking at the hero's sudden appearance. Darkstar easily found the emergency button pushed it. The passengers yelled, and panicked as the Train lurched. The scream of metal fileld the airs as sparks, gushed from the tracks, as 300tons of mass attempted to stop. The train began to jump the track as the cars bunched up, but suddenly slammed together as Darkstar's managed to hold them steady. But he could hear the metal groaning, and wondered how long he could hold it. All-Star couldn't get a hold at first, he had never done some thing like this. Finally he got some purchase on the nose, it was like pushing through an offensive lineman. He forced himself forward, the nose dented around his hands, but he still felt himself being shoved back. Come on Marcus, this is all yours you can do this! He shoved even harder, squinting his eyes shut so he didn't have to look at the buildings rushing by him. The train shook now with the two competing forces, the force making his teeth rattle. He glanced back and saw the open maw, of air rushing towards them as the tracks terminated way too close. He gritted his teeth and for once wondered if he could do this.

Danger Mansion? Where is that?

No need to roll. I assume she wins she has a faster speed anyway. :super:

Ok I have been playing this chara bit and after some RP I decided that his skills don't make sense. Skills: 16r = 4pp Bluff 4 (+5) Diplomacy 8 (+9) Knowledge -Popular Culture 4 (+4) Ok he doesn't really have a lot of charisma and he isn't skill ed at negotiating I think those are things he can get when he becomes an older hero. SO I want Skills: 16r = 4pp Intimidate 4 (+5) Knowledge -Popular Culture 4 (+4) Notice 8 (+8) Sandman makes a silly little statement, signifying that he has updated your character

"What!" All-Star seemed genuinely surprised. "No way. You?" He looked down at the smaller woman and nodded. I wonder is she is like Lady Liberty, that woman could hit. "Well then I guess I better watch myself huh?" He added with another big grin. All-Star laughed at Colt's remark. "I'm not big on asking questions myself, but Freedom City or..." He paused looking at Colt. "Where exactly are you from any way? Out west right? I'm from Arizona." All-Star gave an appreciative nod when he saw the hidden stair well. "Very classy." He looked over at Velocity "Alright little lady lets see what you got." He dashed down the stairs at super-speed dodging around the others, confidant he would get to the bottom first.

she is currently 30 feet above the ground. The broken railway is 200meters away.

Slander! All-Star wasn't chest bumping, he was completely oblivious. The man isn't subtle when he is chest bumping it will involve chest bumping.

All-Star frowned, and scratched his head. "Wow," he said. "That is a lot of names. I like Jack though nice and simple." This guy seemed to be agitated, could it be meeting all the new people? Well Thunder had told him most heroes were a little eccentric, clearly he was one of the brooding types. He looked at the new arrival, a skinny kid by the looks of it. "Kristian?," All-Star said giving a welcoming smile. "Nice to meet you. Are we all caught up? Cause I thought I read something about a super team. This place looks more like a bed and breakfast." All-Star hoped he wouldn't have to depend on the feather weight in a fight.

All-Star flashed his most winning smile. "Ah you've heard of me?" he asked. "Really The Captain and Lady Liberty?" He beamed, then his expression clouded with concern. "They're aren't still mad about the thing with the space moles right? Cause I think I cleaned up the mess pretty well." He rubbed his chin ignoring the others. "So you're Velocity," he added as he walked along. "Johnny Rocket seems to think you're something special." He crossed his arms. The tone was lighthearted but there was an undercurrent of challenge. He didn't see what Blink was apologizing for who could help but be surprised?He looked around. "So you're Colt, Blink, Grim and ..." He paused at Jack.

All-Star finally touched down in front of the building. Was this really it? He saw the door closing as a caped figure slipped in. Doubt it was a coincidence. He approached the door and came in after Jack. He didn't really recognize anyone. "Hey," he said to the general crowd. "Is this some sort of super hero mixer?" All-Star stood in the doorway his hands on his hips. The brunette was pretty smoking, as were the other two. His ear caught a strange accent and he glanced around at Colt. "Your that guy form the Carnival." He added.

Marcus found Cyndi not too far from the horror show; she was buying a funnel cake. He walked up behind her but she turned and saw him. "Are you done?" She asked. "Done what?" Marcus asked innocently. She rolled her eyes. "Done waving it around? Maybe we can get back to our date." She said exasperated. Marcus gave her a big smile. "I was just trying to protect you," he added. This was a game he had gotten pretty good at over the years. "Come on, what was I supposed to do? I didn't hurt anyone." He put his arms around her and pulled her tight. "Are you mad?" He mustered as much hurt in his voice as he could. She sighed. "Are you goign to eat all that funnel cake?" "You think I'm gonna fall for that?" She asked but she let him take a bite. "You know you are going to have to make this up to me?" She said. "Anything you want." Marcus added easily. "But lets go check out this fire show." With one hand he tossed her unto his shoulder, she let out a small laugh and they went to check out the fire show. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For those minutes that he stood there Marcus forgot all about metas. He forgot that he had seen men belch fire or fly through the sky, his eyes darted back and forth as he stood with rapt attention watching the show. He gasped at the feats, cheered at the death defying leaps and clapped loudly. If he wasn't so big, someone might have mistaken him for any other dazzled little boy in the crowd.

Ronin watches the massing military and whistles. "I've seen bigger," he lied. "Ok this guys got some top of the line gear. The mooks are wearing Nemean Mk2 Flak vests damn things are week under the arm pits. If you engage in melee thats the sweet spot." He mercenary kept talking as he watched. "Man I thought those babies were still in testing. Ares heavy assault tanks coming up, looks like the didn't armor the generator for the main laser turret, take that out and the thing goes sky high. Ok Artemis attack choppers the chassis is structurally vulnerable on the underside." He leaned back. "Gentlemen start your shooting."

Alright I'm feeling Generous. 1 Hp for everyone. Also Ex3 you can hear the train approaching and realize it will arrive very soon. Darkstar you're up.

Who is going to actually live at the Bronwstone? I ask this because some people have civilian I.Ds to protect, like Velocity and Jack. If they are going ot be living there it is goign ot be pretty obvious who they are to the rest of the team. So it is something we need to figure out before we all meet. Are we goign to Unmask or simply only some of us will live there?