Cyroa

attack (1d20+7=25) on Dirae dc 27

Where Cole was a generally happy and smiling fellow, when he became Torque in a crisis he got colder and sterner. He wasn't there to have fun. It became about putting the enemy down as fast and as hard as he could. There were no such things as rules or playing nice. Which is why Torque hopped out of the sub and activated an energy disk without saying a word; he wasn't good at banter anyway. It was also why he didn't target the muscled fellow. Moving out of the big fellow's line of sight, he launched his disk up into the flailing girl. His suit's systems couldn't keep the stealth system engaged but that was why he had moved into cover after he threw. Quietly, he activated another disk with a cold smile as Dirae got slammed with his own attack.

attack (1d20+7=17) which hits. DC 27

Cole had nodded to her with a smile. Scribbles were definitely not what he was here for. They were interesting, true...in a mind shuddering creepy way, but they were not his thing at all. He got bounced against the wall, stumbling as the ship rocked. He braced himself before the settling motion threatened to knock him down. "What the heck is going on," he muttered, before trying his best to follow along after her. He wasted no time activating his own suit as he watched her fly out. It took a moment for the energy matrix to align and cover him during which he listened to the brief conversation. He made sure his stealth system was engaged as he jumped out. Having no real idea what was going on, he figured it made sense to be a little more cautious.

init (1d20+11=29)

Torque blinked slowly. "I...didn't realize," he said quietly. "Isn't this Ace Danger person supposed to be immortal and unkillable? I thought I read some history bit on him somewhere about that," he said softly. "It was some good flying though," he quietly agree, standing back up. He rested a hand awkwardly on the dead man's shoulders, kind of thanking the man for going above and beyond. "He died a hero." He looked up as the strange little messenger flew in. "We're coming. And that 'Mr. Fancy Pants' was Ace Danger who just died landing this plan," he added with a frown. He turned away after taking a final moment of respect for the dead hero before heading for the hole and back to meet up with Blueshift and see what was discovered.

I'm also in the path of the hurricane (just way farther up the coast). We'll see what Sunday brings. ;)

"Nothing is infallible," he said carefully. "If the totems can spontaneously appear, undetected apparently, that certainly implies other possibilities as well." Cole pondered a moment. "Well, whatever the purpose of the ritual, it is still doing it which can't be a good sign from our perspective. How many others like this are there?" He paused. "Has anyone gone to those coordinates? The ship had to have gotten here somehow. Portal perhaps? Has no 'consultant' on this type of thing been called in to try and disrupt that," he said gesturing below.

I'm guessing he's dead? Durf: Would Torque know who Ace is?

Torque muttered something about lousy time as Wisp's attack just missed. Then he was too busy getting out of the way of the return blast as the robots retaliated. He snatched a throwing disk from the suit even as he started to run around to the side, trying to flank them and possibly draw fire. Jumping over a park bench, he threw the disk. Without waiting to see its trajectory, he dove behind a tree for cover. The disk flew unerringly straight to slam into the previously smashed torso and tore right through it. Shedding parts and sparking furiously, the robot suddenly locked up and toppled over with a resounding crash.

The lumbering machine turned, looking for the 2 targets at just the right moment. Wisp's powerful blast streaked right by, blasting a section of wall into rubble. That was definitely enough to get their attention unfortunately. Both robots turns and faced the teleporter. Locking onto their primary target, both robots raised their weapon pods and unleashed a wave of destruction at her...to no avail besides destroying the concrete path and the bench behind it, not to mention more than a few trees as the agile young woman dove out of the way.

bad guys turn... 1d20+8=19, 1d20+8=20 And they both miss Wisp! Torque throws at wounded one: (IC was down) (08:29:25) System: Cyroa rolls 1d20 and gets 17. +5 (due to being Bruised x2) is definitely a hit. It's Toughness (08:30:08) System: Cyroa rolls 1d20 and gets 7. No matter the bonus, it isn't enough. Given it is already staggered, it goes down. Wisp is up after I get some IC posts up there. Also: Wisp and Torque both get an HP for coming back to try and finish this despite being wounded and almost overmatched by the evil planning baddies!

Cole nodded and gave a final frustrated looked at the covered idol. "If they keep appearing, and are extra-dimensional, perhaps there is something of beacon or weak-point here, summoning/teleporting them in somehow," he muttered half-to himself as he followed he away and down. Following her down into the bowls of the ship was fascinating, though he had some trepidations about coming across any of those statues in the dark corridors and by surprise. He really didn't want to end up screaming in surprise or anything. That wold be most embarrassing. Finally they stepped out onto the catwalk overlooking the massive engine room. He studied the engines, and the strange symbols, for several long moments until those symbols started to make his head hurt. "Hmm? Oh," he said, drawing back by her words. "I admit my knowledge of the occult, the arcane and ...extra-dimensional creepy symbols is not that extensive. Given the lack of surprise at those things, I'm guessing they've been here during your previous explorations and did not just suddenly appear? Given that assumption, I might have to return to my previous thoughts about some kind of locus, or focal point, for those totems. Perhaps even a power supply for other dimensional anomalies." He paused a second in thought. "Of course, you could just be quite good at hiding your surprise and have become used to such strangeness and those things down there are new. Which implies that someone is here. And not a good someone either most likely, imply some level of immediate threat to both ourselves as well as the city depending on the level of danger," he said with a little shrug.

jack of all trades and an Int roll: any clue here? (1d20+10=16) yeah...guessing not much! :)

In his helmet, Torque quirked an eyebrow at the odd wave. Maybe the hero was just a happy fellow or something? Regardless, he nodded in return. Prying metal out of the way to make extraction of the pilot a bit easier, he hopped into the cockpit and looked that poor battered looking pilot over. Or rather he was about to when the caped hero started shaking the man's shoulder. "Pardon, I admit I having no real medical training, but is shaking someone who was just in a plane crash entirely advisable? At least before they have been checked for significant injuries?" He did his best to check the fellow over as he spoke. He had no idea how extensive, if any, the man's injuries were. But better safe than sorry he supposed. Assuming the man was safe to move, Torque would worry about getting him out of here and then start worrying about the strange howling.

Cole followed along, her answer more or less what he'd have expected. He couldn't help but give each piece of equipment an intense look as they passed. Nothing was working at the moment so it wasn't like he could get much out of his private inspection. But he just couldn't help himself. He was curious by nature. Besides, this had been the high tech super sub of a world super genius before he'd gone bonkers or something. It was a techno-dweeb's dream in here... Minus the creepy evil statue-totem thing that is. He flinched at her sudden jump and gave an equal shudder when he peered at it himself. "Ok, that's just kind of creepy," he muttered. "Is there a reason no one has removed or destroyed them? Besides the 'flinch and yuck' factor, if the really are 'religious' relics from evil extra dimensional entities, shouldn't they be somewhere else?"

Cole looked _up_ at Jeena and nodded. "I can do that, sure," he said picking up the dispenser gun and eyeing it, before taking a quick moment to actually read the thing. "A silicone and latex based sealant? Takes that long to dry and harden," he added scowling. "Certainly not the most efficient product I can image but I suppose it should do. Too bad a better applicator isn't available," he mutters before turning back. He glanced over at Zach with a raised eyebrow and a slow nod of his head. Jeena was Zack's sister, not his. Or...maybe it was one of those weird social saying he hadn't come across yet. That could be it. Still, it seemed best to just nod and go along with it for the moment. "I'll see what I can do," he tentatively agreed. He moved over to the window Jeena was placing and got to work. "I think you need a towel for your cheek by the way. Unless you intended to wear some sealant on your cheek. Either way, just wash the area liberally when ready and keep it away from your eyes according to the label on this thing," he said almost apologetically.

Torque stepped out of the furrows dug through the concrete and did a quick systems check. His energy readings were nominal surprisingly enough. He flexed his shoulders and wiggled his toes. Huh, everything still works. Not bad, he thought to himself. He looked around, spotting not one but 2 other heroic types. Between the 3 of them, they'd managed to keep the damage levels pretty minor and it didn't appear as if anyone was hurt. He peeked into the cockpit window as he moved towards the access hatch. He was reaching for it when her heard the tearing of metal and a rather unpleasant howl. "Ok...," he said to himself, having little idea what that could have been. People came first however. He popped the hatch open and moved inside to look for passengers. "Hello? Is anyone in here?"

Cole nodded back. "Morning Jessica," he said as he approached. He turned to follow her to the ladder and down into the hole. "Sounds pretty interesting. How many people have been through here since the whole event happened anyway?" He was definitely curious as to what he could learn from the Docktor's vehicle (or maybe former?) but he was rather doubtful that this was the first or even 21st excursion inside to poke around. He noted the rather massive hole they were climbing through and couldn't help but try and postulate exactly how it was made. At least he didn't need to suit up just to get inside. Seeing the he control room of the dead vehicle certainly helped spur him on though.

resist (1d20+5=11) well, it is flat footed, but a 10 still misses.

Cole drank the last of his heavily laden caffeine coffee before tossing it in the trash. Since Vicky had introduced him to it, he had to admit he was becoming something of an addict. Still, it was a little thing. There were far worse things than a little caffeine habit...like going crazy and evil and attempting to destroy the world. Which was strangely related to today's project. He headed for the pier, a good ten minutes before he needed to be there, as he reviewed what he knew of whatever he was working on today. Not much. He hadn't met too many people at the Lab lately. Most of which he found he was just as smart as, if not smarter. Most were a little better at him in their fields so he was at least learning stuff. It was fun either way. Learning new things, seeing what could be done. Very exciting. He didn't really know who he was working with today but he figured it'd be fun either way. He walked onto the pier, noting the woman standing there already looking a bit impatient. She didn't look much older than him surprisingly. "Hello there. I'm Cole. I was told to head down here this morning to help out."

Ah, my apologies. Then yes, spending the HP spending the HP for ST reroll (1d20+15=17) which pretty much sucked Ah well, 27 is still a little better.

St check (effective st w/ super strength is 46) (1d20+18=26) If that isn't enough/fails, I'll burn a HP.

Torque let his suit's sensor systems feed him all the data it could while he watched curiously as the nose of the plane suddenly poked through from somewhere else. "Huh, there's something you don't see every day," he said half to himself then paused. "Well, in this city, maybe you do." He noted the damage..as well as a super flying up to do something to the plane. Whatever it was didn't seem to be slowing down the aircraft any. He did some quick math in his head based the plane's rough size (estimate), its apparent speed (also a rough estimate), its trajectory (that was accurate at least). Even before he finished doing the calculations, he moved over to a streetlight and grabbed it. Using it as a conduit, he digitized himself to rematerialize farther down. He moved to the center of the street and rubbed his hands together. He double checked his systems as well as the math. Theoretically, his suit might be able to handle this. He was pretty sure his math was right but this was certainly not something he'd ever intended to test. Still, it was like there were any other options. He crouched a little and raised his hands like an outfielder ready to catch a baseball. A really really big baseball. Not that he understood the sport anyway. It seemed so...odd. Who would come up with that? Anyway, time to catch a crashing plane.

Notice (1d20+10=24)