Semi-Autogyro

When they arrived at the day camp site Comrade Frost had indicated on the map, Myrmidon had redeployed his helmet and scanned the treeline surrounding the site for any potential ambushers. Satisified after a couple of visual passes, he fished out an all-weather lighter from one of his armors' utility packs. Seconds later the clone was holding a flamethrower complete with backpack mounted fuel-tank. << Flammenwerfer. >> He explained, his heritage showing as he used the German nomenclature for the weapon. << Ideal tool for clearing bunkers. I can act as pointman for during the initial breach and secure a beachhead. >>

John for the most part was just another polite guest of Jungle Lord, trying at least some of every dish. This was something that was far outside his normal element, since as far as he concerned his place at a dinner like this would be security instead of a participant. Still, he did answer most of the questions directed at him from the other ambassadors, while diverting some of the more pointed questions away. For all of his quietness, John was still taking in information. Namely after the events of today was wondering if Zandar was specifically limiting his peoples development. They were still using stone age weapons, when with a little work they could at have a post-iron age technology base. Furthermore, the fact that these other nations needed the Jungle Lords assistance in keeping their traders protected was another issue. Did they not have the capability of protecting their own people? All in all, it was beginning to leave the clone hero with some serious questions about how the civilizations in the Lost World remained intact. As the feast was winding down, John had remembered one of the headmasters suggestions. He got the attention of the Jungle Lords' Wife, "Ma'am, I was wondering if you had any projects that your husband or your people needed assistance with. Our goal is to learn more about your culture, but it would be gauche to not offer our assistance if you could utilize it."

Myrmidon Tin Can Hit Man Airspace above Freedom City 0945 hours EST January 15, 2013 Myrmidon did not have to wait long for his scanners to pick up a potential location for one of the androids that had been mimicking Freedom City heroes. “This is Patrol Unit 164 outside of Atlantis Casino. Requesting Backup! Multiple Officers and civilians down! Subject is Orion, and he's shooting at anything that moves!" With a lean, the clone hero had changed his airborne trajectory towards the waterfront as he rapidly approached the airspace above the ocean-themed casino. << Myrmidon here, I will be on scene momentarily. Where is the shooter firing from? >> “ About time somebody showed up! He’s ---" The transmission cut short to a burst of static, seconds later being replaced by a bored sounding male voice. “I was beginning to wonder if there was going to be any real challenge today.“ The radio cut to a hiss of white noise as the famed assassin had apparently brought a radio jammer. Scanning the rooftop and upper penthouse floors for possible perches for a sniper, the Claremonter slowed his approach to the casino. “Ah there you are.“ The voice cut through the static of the jamming as the clone hero caught the glint of reflected sunlight from a raised section of rooftop. Instinctively he slewed laterally and a heartbeat later there was a sledgehammer like impact to his jetpack followed by the controls going unresponsive. Probably an Anti-material Rifle. With his flight path now unguided, the helmeted hero tumbled out of control and his planned landing on the roof was instead replaced by a jet-powered headlong crash dive into the penthouse suites’ pool. “9.4 for the dodge, 3.7 on the landing.†The voice deadpanned over his comm. Myrmidon was now officially annoyed as he lifted himself out of the pool to a trio of two women and a man that were taking pictures of him with their camera phones. << You missed. Now it is my turn to hunt you. Prepare yourself. >> he stated into his headset, the only response an amused chuckle. << You. >> He pointed at the nearby man. << Call the front desk and have them start evacuating the casino. Get everyone else out even if you have to pull the fire alarm. >> Done with the civilian bystanders, he moved through the penthouse and paused before the main entryway of the suite which opened into the interior of the casino. According to the nearby map, the Atlantis was built around its underwater theme, with massive aquariums that ran through the structure available for casual viewing from almost anywhere in the casino. The main attraction was the open air atrium with a massive central aquarium as its centerpiece. The doors of the upper floors looked down into the aquarium from above, with the lower floor rooms giving the more traditional aquarium viewing experience. Knowing his quarry was somewhere above him, he augmented his armor with active camouflage and began his hunt for the master assassin. A minute later, a shot rang out, followed by a noise of disappointment over his radio. “Tch. Just another Bellhop.†Mentally triangulating the snipers general location from the shot, which led him to a maintenance passageway with a ladder to the roof and access walkway over the aquarium atrium for the lights. The assassin android was crouched by the exit to the catwalk with his rifle, scanning the upper floors for him. Ordinarily he would have just flash-banged the room and stormed in weapons blazing to clear it, but the current events required an intact and relatively undamaged android. Something was off though, as no professional would leave their back exposed. His caution proved prudent as he had almost missed the tripwire at ankle height wired across the door, attached to a claymore mine facing the doorway. Stupid, Myrmidon mentally chastised himself. Of course he would have a failsafe. Stepping lightly over the tripwire he moved within arm’s length of the duplicate assassin, and formulated his plan of attack. Intentionally knocking over a mop, he caused it to fall across the tripwire. The resulting detonation caused Orion to whirl around to face the perceived oncoming threat. Myrmidon used the explosion as a distraction, grabbing the barrel of the rifle and slammed the firearm back into the assassins’ face; the blow shattering the other man’s shooting glasses and sending the impostor reeling. With a hard twist of his wrist he freed the weapon, yanking it out of Orions’ hands and sending it clattering to the tile floor. The fake proved to have the same reaction speed the original, already whipping out a pair of heavy pistols and firing not in the direction the attack came from, but at a nearby fire extinguisher. The pressurized canister promptly detonated, evacuating its chemical foam contents all over the room which included the now white foam covered outline of the formerly concealed Myrmidon. “Found you! Tag! You’re it!†The duplicate replied with more than a little manic glee as he turned his akimbo weapons on the clone and backed onto the walkway while laying down a withering hail of gunfire. The teen felt the impact of a trio of bullets deforming against his torso armor, which had likely prevented what would have been a fatal injury. Rolling with the impacts, he put the door frame and wall between him and his assailant as a temporary shield. He needed to end this, the quicker the better as the robot assassin duplicate seemed to becoming more unhinged as time went on. Pulling a few items from his combat harness, he concentrated and had created the weapon that he estimated had the best chance of disabling one of these robots. At its core it was basically a glorified knife that funneled an electromagnetic pulse through the blade, hopefully overloading the internal workings of anything relying on advanced technology while leaving it mostly salvageable. Now all he needed was a distraction to close the distance, not to get shot as he did so, and coupled with a hopefully disabling strike. Not to mention avoiding triggering the android duplicates plasma fail-safe device in close quarters which would likely cause him to be flash-cooked in his own armor. Apparently the civilians from earlier had not been able to convince the front desk, as fire alarms started blaring throughout the structure followed by the beginnings of a panicked evacuation of the casino. Well, that is convenient. John thought as he leaned around the door frame and threw the EMP spike at the assassin android. It was a solid hit even though the duplicate did its best to dodge the attack, resulting in the weapon being buried in the fake Orions' shoulder instead of its chest. The assassins next shots went wide as Myrmidon followed up with a charging tackle that knocked the both of them prone on the narrow metal catwalk. The jolt of the tackle knocked one of the duplicates pistols free, causing it to skitter across and off the catwalk followed by a barely audible splash due to the nearly overpowering screeching of the fire alarms. Something then triggered in the impostor robot and it began to fight back even more, trying to cave in the Claremonters’ head via heavy blows wit the butt of his heavy pistol utilizing a savage strength that did not match the real Orions'. Fighting against the nausea from the ongoing attempt at concussing him, Myrmidon grabbed the embedded EMP spike by the handle and used his body-weight to roll the android off the catwalk while activating the device. The android spasmed and went limp, followed by the heavy smell of ozone and a light smoke wafting from its orifices as it tumbled of the catwalk. His hope was that the immersion in the aquarium below would prevent the plasma scuttling charge, after which he was going to lie on this catwalk until the light dazed feeling from the pistol whipping passed. He was not expecting the inhuman grip to not release and consequently seconds later he had followed the android over the side and into the aquarium. Today is not my day when dealing with water, he noted as the weight of the robot dragged him below the surface and deeper into the aquarium. Five minutes later, a dripping and very irritated Myrmidon was thanking the hotel divers for pulling him and the waterlogged android out to take back to Freedom Hall, followed by an apology for his reactive punching of one of the aquariums numerous sharks when it got nosy. For the most part the android was intact, and he hoped that the immersion had not ruined the internal workings. He had enough time to bandage his minor injuries and take some painkillers while they fished out the robot, so that was a positive. Afterwards, Myrmidon made sure that the police had recovered the weapons that the Orion robot had before dragging his catch of the day to Freedom Hall for further analysis.

I would have coup-de-graced, but he isn't helpless. All-Out Power Attack, +5 DC -5 AC. DC 25 Toughness Save. Myr's Armor Class is +9. 1d20+12=18. If that doesn't hit I'll use an HP to re-roll.

Myrmidon leaned over the fallen commandant. "You have stood on the shoulders of giants and thought yourself tall, only to learn otherwise when you strode blindly forward and learned the consequences of your hubris. Auf Wiedersehen, brother." The blaster pistols' report was surprisingly loud but he did not flinch, as his deadly intentions were focused on sending the insane sorcerer on his way to Valhalla. "As I suspected. They have used the missing people for human experimentation and they are and will be no longer the people they once were." He did not face Blodeuwedd as he said that, nodding at the sound of the oncoming troops. "Next objective: destroy this facility."

For those who speak Russian, Myrmidon statement was: "Even if it seems my assistance is unwelcome in the matter."

John scowled slightly when he was left from the assault list for the underground site. "Since the objective is to take this underground bunker intact, the ideal entry methods would be breaching it from the sides or underneath via a tunnel. The inhabitants are likely prepared for a direct frontal assault or using a demo charge from above." He tuned to Gaian Knight. "How large of a complex are we potentially dealing with? Depending on size, depth, and internal structure; anyone who went would could be potentially stepping into a killbox regardless of breaching point." The clone found the nearest space of unoccupied wall and leaned against it. "Whatever we decide, I will go along with the plan. Даже еÑли мой помощь параде по Ñтому вопроÑу." The remainder of that statement was directed at Comrade Frost.

The eerie sensation of familiarity that John knew the white Russian came back, and it appeared to be mutual judging by the mans behavior. He decided to ask the man later, the important thing was for now to focus on the current situation. He had set the android duplicate of Orion the Hunter down on a table and stepped back to let the expert have a better look. The Claremonter was quite impressed with rapidity and speed of Voltages' acquisition of the transmitting array for these androids. Which left him with an observation. "I am not an expert in these things, but this unknown signal is more than likely a monitoring device or comm channel. When the duplicate of Star Knight was contained, it activated a scuttling charge and destroyed itself." Myrmidon pointed at the deactivated android. "This one eventually figured out my intention was to disable it instead of damaging it, the android changed tactics and became even more aggressive in attempts to avoid capture. I estimate that these duplicates know their true nature as saboteurs as it would explain their penchant for collateral damage: as a terror tactic to sow chaos and confusion." the clone hero moved over to study Gaian Knights' map. "Which makes it more like a diversionary tactic than a tactical strike, looking at the data so far."

Myrmidon cocked his head at the man in white, a feeling that he knew him personally somehow when he had never met the man before. Brushing it off as nothing he adjusted the robot duplicate of Orion on his shoulder as he followed the others into the elevator, both he and the android trailing water. << Apologies. I submerged the android after disabling it with an electromagnetic pulse in case the self destruct fail-safe activated. >> The resonse was lightly garbled through his masks' external comm-link, and the clone hero knew he would have to spend some time drying it out. Not to mention his waterlogged filters made everything smell like saltwater. Really, who needed a shark tank in a casino of all places? Sighing at the prospect of hours of maintenance, John collapsed his armors' helmet. After all, the Freedom League already knew his ID as they were the ones that rescued him. "I am curious as to where the true counterparts to these machines are"; the teen said idly as the floor indicators counted down.

Nodding at the heroine as she left, he turned to Gaian Knight. << Self-Termination protocol. Followed by a plasma charge designed to eradicate evidence. Plasma would burn hot enough to disintegrate organic tissue. >> He tossed the armor shard away, standing. << Explains the simultaneous breakouts. If we can capture one of these androids intact it could possibly lead us to the perpetrator or the ones they have replaced. >> He dismissed his weapon which dispersed into a fading blue burst of voxels. Myrmidon focused on his armor and it reconfigured itself into a sleeker, more aerodynamic version. << I will start searching for an appropriate target of opportunity to disable. Contact me if you are able to locate another of these androids. >> The Claremonter stepped a good distance away from the other hero and faced the sky. Moments later the thrusters in the jet-pack fired and launched the hero skyward out of the hole left in the roof of Freedom hall.

If any of you fine folks don't mind, I'd like to use Orion for Myrmidons' vignette.

Rolling Know [Tech] to see what kind of weapon could cause this sort of damage. 1d20+8=11 Bah. Burning an HP to re-roll. Reroll: 1d20+8=19 Sigh. Thanks IC.

Myrmidon walked over to the plant, knelt, and picked up a shard of armor from the floor. He turned over the warped and blackened armor fragment, investigating each side. << Odd. Fragmentation pattern and debris as presented indicates a concussive detonation, burn marks evidence incendiary explosive. >> He felt he was missing something, John knew, as he wracked his brain over weapon effects and yields needed to produce a similar results. << Secondary detonation, due to the enclosed space of the containment device? >> Whatever it was, it had annihilated a suit of alien battle-armor and its wearer with energy to spare.

<< Tibial Shaft Fracture. Avoid jostling the leg. She can be moved safely to the MEDEVAC now. >> The Helmeted hero intoned to to the two teenage girls flanking a third, who had a makeshift field-splint supporting to her broken leg after being administered painkillers. He was about to move onto the next casualty when Fleurs' message came in over his comm, immediately responding to the message. << Roger that, Ma'am. En-route to the location. >> He quickly located the nearest able bodied individual and pointed at the man. << You there. Inform everyone to evacuate to a safe distance. >> Unslinging the weapon from his shoulder and into his hands, Myrmidon turned and sprinted back into the interior of the Hall.

John managed to extract himself from the crowd of people before he committed a diplomatic faux pas by accidentally dislocating the shoulder of the next person to try and hug him. Thankfully, one of the nearby younger tribeswoman, Naija, was a translator and he managed to negotiate his well wishers down to one-on-one forearm handshakes. Afterwords John had asked if she would mind being his translator while he would be here, seeing as it would be much easier than having to bother everyone whenever he had a question or the like by searching for a translator. She had accepted readily, with the first thing on his agenda was to get a lay of the land which meant a guided tour around the city and its defenses. Later, John had met with the hunters of the camp, who he had asked to go along with one of their hunts. Naija and the hunters had looked at him like he was mad, stating that they would not want him to get injured. His response was an impromptu demonstration of his technique with their stone-age weapons, from their obsidian knives to their sinew-strung bows. Half-way through he had managed to attract another crowd, who had clapped and cheered. Johns' demonstration having succeeded in his goal of assuring the hunters he could take care of himself, he had been given one of their bows and a quiver of arrows and had spent most of the afternoon quietly stalking prey in the jungle. He had ignored the easy game, tracking down and killing what the locals called a 'long-claw', after which John was beginning to regret his decision as he had to haul his kill all the way back to the town. All in all it was a relaxing day for the teen and to be honest he was looking forward to the feast.

Generic Stabilization rolls for applicable survivors: Medicine DC 15 check - 1d20+10=20 Helping evac of building until otherwise.

Frowning underneath his helmet at the unknown time-frame for restraining Star Knight, he nearly snapped to attention once the woman started giving out orders. When she was finished he answered. << Understood, Ma'am. I am trained in field medicine and will stabilize the casualties who can survive. >> The clone had began extracting his first aid supplies located in one of his various compartments strapped to his armor. << I would recommend reinforcing the structure as well, if that is within you or your companions means. >> The Claremonter turned to start his search pattern for survivors. << Please call if your require further assistance. There may be other compromised Freedom League members present. My comm-link frequency is currently on the emergency band, as I will be directing the SAR efforts.>> Myrmidon headed out in the direction of the main foyer of Freedom Hall, knowing that the largest concentration of injured or trapped civilians would likely be in that location.

the super-soldiers eyes narrowed as he watched the trio, as they were not behaving as if mentally compromised. Deciding to trust his instincts Myrmidon moved out of cover from behind them and addressed the shorter woman who had captured the rogue super with a plant of all things. << Emergency Services are en-route. >> His stance was wary with his weapon at rest but able to be used at a moments notice. << Will your containment vessel hold? The other members of the League are unaccounted for thus far. >> To the others, he seemed unconcerned to the death and destruction that lie in this place with his focus firmly on them.

Move: Taking a 10 using Skill Mastery on stealth, for a total of a DC 29 total stealth check. Standard: then he'll use his Tech Augmentation to make: Stun 8 "Arc Thrower" (Extras: Ranged +1, PF: Improved Critical 1 [19-20]) [25 PP] He'll try and stay in cover and see how things go.

Myrmidon skulked through a half-collapsed corridor in Freedom Hall, heading toward the faint voices. A vague sense of déjà vu hit him as he realized that he had done this before. The clone hero had recalled his SHADOW handlers combat scenario, a terror mission with the secondary objectives of assassination of any League targets of opportunity. John allowed himself a smug grin of satisfaction of his original training being subverted yet once again, even as he knew the mission survivability rate of the scenario was estimated at 6.5% The room beyond the corridor had caved in, opening into a larger area open to the sky. Seeing Star Knight there, he ducked behind the remains of a desk and surveyed the scene. Star Knight was currently being accosted by plants. One of them is a Cholokinetic. There were two women present besides Star Knight, one a statuesque redhead and the other a shorter woman wearing a hood. Were they waiting for something? The only other figure was the armored swordsman, who had not drawn his weapon. Odd. The super-soldier considered his options. Any kinetic weaponry would be dangerous as it could potentially destabilize the structure more. He still needed a weapon, which was quickly rectified via pair of batteries and his abilities. At least two of them were infighting. Which meant it would be best to wait for either party to incapacitate the other and then move in. However, he did not know if the other supers present were afflicted like whichever two were fighting as the three appeared to be watching the confrontation. The enemy of my enemy is my enemys' enemy. Nothing more, nothing less. As the saying went. It was not a great plan, but John admitted to himself that he was better off taking a wait and see approach as to blitzkrieging his way into multiple hostiles firefight.

Myrmidon uses Skill Mastery on his acrobatics to get a 25 Total vs DC 15.

If he was asked, John would have stated that felt a little put out that they were using rope bridges instead of bushwhacking their way to their location. When the times the Jungle Lord sensed the predator and ordered them to stand down, the clone hero already had a combat knife in hand and ready to use as he watched the sauropod pass by the group. He was still taking up the rear and letting the others ahead of him, content to keep an eye out for dangers behind the group. Upon arrival at Zandars' capital, John looked warily at the vines the Jungle Lord had used and decided not to test their tensile strength and merely walked off the bridge. He landed on his feet, his legs easily taking the brunt of the impact as he then walked to remaining distance to where the Jungle Lord and his classmates were.

Initiative Roll Myrmidon: 1d20+21=34

Congrats, Scuff! May your birthday in the Land Down Under be over the top!

John turned to the man wearing the smilodon helmet, after having heard the tree creak slightly under his weight. He supposed that he should thank Morgan for that little bit of awareness, stepping aside to let the man address the four of them. The Claremonter returned the handshake, while filing away the fact that serpent people or a sub-species thereof lived here that were as dangerous as their kin. As the others made their introductions he grabbed his rucksack and took a rearguard position at the back of the line as the famed Jungle Lord led them into his domain. The vista that was their introduction to the Lost World was certainly impressive, it was the other senses that appealed to John. There were noises he couldn't identify coming from the dark confines of the jungle, and the air itself almost seemed ancient as the other jungles he had been in were pale imitations of this ancient land. He was brought out of his introspection by Zandars' declaration and proffering of his weapon. An accord then. Taking off his sunglasses, John gripped the haft of the spear and met the gaze of the Jungle Lord. "My word is my bond. I will not dishonor your hospitality."