Semi-Autogyro

Power Attacking -2 Atk, +2 DC

Standard Action: Atk Roll: 1d20+10 = 30 Yay! Crit! :mrgreen:

DC 22 base, so DC 27 TOU w/ the crit.

Move Action: Move to nearest cover.

Init roll: 1d20+21=37

John spared a nod in Blodeuwedds' direction. "Yes you do."

Turning his attention back to Burkhardt, Myrmidons' tone was ice cold. "As for you Brother, you seem to be confused. I care not for your reasons. You are just another rampant clone with delusions of grandeur. You see, there will be no place for me as well when I am done with Kantor and his ilk, being a soldier without a war." Myrmidons' aim shifted slightly, as waited for the commandants' response. "Now. Tell me where the civilians you have abducted are and I will not prolong the inevitable."

It was clear the commandant no longer considered parley a viable option, and the clones' response was an abrupt "Very well," followed by the blaster pistol discharging again.

Myrmidon

Ants among the Flowers - 2 posts

The Espadas School: You Hold This End - 2 posts

Marching to the Beats - 2 posts

Well, so much for stealth.

All-Out Power attacking -5 Def/+5 DC. Myrmidons' Def is now +9.

Atk Roll - 1d20+12= 23

I'm assuming Blast 5 for the Blaster Pistol as it's just a vanilla piece of equipment. DC 25 Tou needed from the Commandant, if it hits.

The jig was up. Myrmidon knew that their disguises would not last, but at least it gave them the chance to eliminate one of the base commanders. However, it seemed like this iteration of clone stock had had retained a flair of the dramatic and egocentric tendencies from the original. Had he been in the other clones shoes, he would have just had the pair ambushed and shot on sight instead of this parley.

"I am no fool. Application of magic text to skin without knowledge of its effects is reckless at best, suicidal at worst." Myrmidon walked forward a bit, halfing the distance between him and the commandant before continuing.

"As for the Overfather as you call him, I will throw him down and smite his ruin across the remnants of his broken empire." The statement was punctuated by the clone hero leveling his pilfered weapon at the commandant followed a heartbeat later by the signature whine-bark of blaster pistol discharging.

John shot a scowl at the displaced blade on the floor before nodding in understanding and appreciation at the swordsmasters' explanation. "I sacrificed my weapon for the sake of a strike, rendering myself weaponless and open to your full reprisal if you so chose."

He massaged both his wrists to alleviate the numbness the disarming had caused before picking up the weapon in question. Afterwards John quickly cleared off the mat, seeing as there was still one more student that had not yet gone. He was curious as to the older gentlemans' fighting style, especially as he was mostly self taught by his earlier confession.

Opposed STR Roll vs. DC 27 - 1d20+5 = 19

Disarmed!

John is just going attempt a lunge attack via the charge maneuver +2 Atk, -2 Def.

Full round: 1d20+12+2 = 29

While watching both Cerys and Eve engage Erik, John realized that he was definitely outclassed when it came to bladed weaponry. His reaction speed was amazing; it was maybe even a shade faster than Etains' fey-like grace. But he could be hit. The revelation that came with the successful strike caused John to speak up. "Well now, that finally confirms some of the questions I possessed. Especially as to why Miss Teymourian recommended this facility to me." He made a mental note to thank her the next time he saw her. Lessons from a genuine master swordsman would certainly go a long way in improving his repertoire of skills. The clone also had decided to give Erik the letter from the Headmaster after this session, since the man had a right to know who exactly he was potentially training.

He waited until Erik was finished with Eve before stepping up to test his mettle. Focusing his attention solely on the blademaster, John stated the words driven into him from his former handlers by rote. "Prepare yourself."

The counterfeit Officer Flay acknowledged the new arrival with a slight nod before looking to 'Officer Groan' << We need to 'finish' the inspection and then I was informed to report to the Commandant about his ongoing violations. If something does go wrong we do have cause for self-defense. But somethings feels wrong here, be on your toes. >> 'Flay' turned back the aide and switched back to the external commlink. << Inspection? We have reported intruders and are scouring the base. Get your men set to securing this wing, and direct us as to the Commendant. >>

Something was off here, between a clone commander who did not follow protocol and the schism between the departments. He gestured to the aide to lead on, as he kept a wary watch on the surroundings.

John sat quietly as Subito talked and got the matter out in the open as opposed to letting it fester. "Trust me, Mister Subito. It would be readily apparent if I was somehow displeased with you or bore any ill will about the situation. Accidents happen. Some people get lost in the moment. There is nothing wrong with acting on impulse as long as you learn from it." John stood and walked to the door. "This is all water under the bridge. No need to feel awkward or be anything else than yourself."

The clone hero opened the door. "I am always willing to help. Knowing ones' history is a sure way to avoid the mistakes of the past. Good day, Mr. Subito." The steady cadence of his stride sounded down the hall as he left the teen to his thoughts.

I'm sorry Az for disappearing. I went out of country and I since I didn't have a laptop I was unable to post.

Heli's toughness save: 1d20+12=16 vs. DC 30 TOU.

Take a HP for Wisp. I'm having it re-roll that.

Second roll - 1d20+12=20 (since it's below 10, +10 to roll) =30 vs DC 30. No damage. The hit causes the helicopter flicker visible a few seconds as the cloaking tries to keep up, before it fades into the background again.

Go ahead and posts wisp action in the IC thread, and I'll get the others up afterwards asap.

Sorry 'bout that. Didn't have any sort of regular computer access while I was out of country.

Myrmidon

Ants among the Flowers 2 posts

Marching to the Beats 4 posts

Spanner in the Works 1 post

GM posts - to Myrmidon

Spanner in the Works 1 post

John stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "You do no need to worry about any social fallout or reparations from what occur, I will keep the matter private and there were no other witnesses." John then pulled out the chair from a nearby desk and sat facing Subito. "This trust extends two ways, Mister Subito, as this occurrence has left me little choice in revealing some personal matters so that you fully understand where I am coming from." The clone paused to let that sink in before continuing.

"I do not care about your sexual orientation or that you might be somehow attracted to me. The fact of the matter is that I can never reciprocate those emotions regardless of their source. As a result of my powers and training I am rendered what could be called...sterile when it comes to emotions and the brain chemistry thereof. I can mimic their appropriate physical reactions for better blending in of social situations, but those are what they are: a facade. In addition, I have been...conditioned to ignore any and all sexual impulses and drives." John shook his head, averting his gaze. "It might be best to think of me in terms of being asexual. I have zero interests in procreation or relationships with others, period."

John had returned his gaze back at Subito. "Do you understand?"

John for his part was about to wave off the thanks and was not expecting...that. The blondes' body went straight as a ramrod and about as unresponsive as the other teen went about his business before realizing what he had done. By the time his mind had finished attempting to compute what had just transpired, Subito was long gone. John reached and rubbed the bridge of his nose, letting lose a sigh before staring at the ceiling. His own social ineptitude aside, John was currently more concerned about why these things happened to him and how to best salvage the situation. Packing up his computer, he dropped it off in his room before going to Subitos' door and knocking on it.

"Mister Subito. I believe some clarification is needed at the moment. I would like to iterate that I am not bearing any ill will about the incident and would like to speak to you further on the matter." The lines were delivered Johns normal, crisp, professional tone. "Please open the door."

A couple of things about the current foe: I'm using the vehicular combat rules as mentioned in the house rules for FCPbP, which I will repost here for your convenience.

Vehicle Combat: As per the Masterminds Manual, a character operating a vehicle can take a move action to move the vehicle under its own power, and either a standard action to attack with any vehicle-mounted weapons, or a standard action for "evasive maneuvers," which replaces the vehicle's normal Defense (10 + vehicle's size modifier) with (the result of the operator's skill check + vehicle's size modifier) for 1 round.

The helicopter stats are: STR 35, Speed 5 (subtle) (250 mph/ 2,500 ft per move action), Defense 8, Toughness 12, Size: Huge - Powers: Concealment 4 (visual; blending -1) Concealment 4 (Auditory, Radio), Blast 6 "Machinegun" (Autofire, Improved Crit 1 [19-20]), Blast 8 "Rocket pods" (Autofire, Area: Shapeable; unreliable: 4 uses [now 3]), Blast 10 "Air-to-Air Missiles" (Area: Burst, Homing unreliable: 4 uses). Features: Disguised, Ejection Seats, Masterwork Controls (+2 Pilot Checks, no penalty for passengers), Disguised [Made of Non-metallics]

The pilot is using the Ace Pilot Archetype from Agents of Freedom, and when all said and done has a +15 to pilot checks and can take 10 on them. The gunner is the same navy SEAL archetype but has replaced any his improved crit (rifle) and attack specialization (rifle) with vehicular weapons instead of rifles. This will put him at +9 on attack rolls w/ vehicle weapons.

The current initiative is:

Helicopter (Pilot)

Helicopter (Gunner)

Myrmidon

Wisp

The pilot used a move to lift off and his standard for evasive maneuvers, which Wisp has triggered. the gunner shot at Myr with an AA missile, which missed and Myr then tried to evade and it followed with homing and then wisp took a shot with at the nearby heli with no range penalty. (It's around 80 feet away currently). Since the pilot is alert and ready to take evasive maneuvers, the Heli's defense is at 33 (15 + 10 [skill mastery on pilot check] + 8 [huge size mod]). Which causes the shot to go wide. round is over, so next round.

The Pilot uses a move to back away from the ship and puts the helicopter around 200 feet off of its port side. His standard is yet another evasive maneuvers check, with the same DC 33 to hit the heli. The gunner fires a salvo from the rocket pods into the side of the ship, causing the ship to take on a noticable tilt. From their tactics, Wisp can tell they're more intent on sinking the ship than her unless she does something to get their attention. Myrmidon loses this turn due to being stunned at the moment from a failed save vs. the missile which exploded. So go ahead and post Wisps' action, and then I'll post the GM post and it will be your action again.

"Good. Too many of our classmates tend to be 'leap before they look' types as the saying goes." He stoically accepted the pat on his back, since he saw it coming and Subito was not displaying any hostile intent.

The clone hero then frowned for a second. "I must confess that my expertise when it comes to magics is limited to how to counter it than the application you seek. I defer to Morgan or Etain in the vast majority of situations that involve arcana of one type or another. Their residence called Parkhurst might have some applicable tomes on the subject if you ask them." John stroked his chin idly, and when the solution presented itself he snapped his fingers. "Ah. There is someone who could probably help. I recall Morgan mentioning to me that he was receiving some training from another tenet at Parkhurst, who is a necromancer. More than likely he would be able to easily assist you."

It was not often that Myrmidon gave into his baser emotions, but currently there was a smug grin underneath the helmet as he punched in the elevator code. He switched back to Blodeuwedds' and his private channel. << Bureaucracies. >> he answered to the unasked question with a disdainful snort.

<< It seems that this Commandant Burkehardt might be showing signs of rampancy, so be on your toes. Sometimes the cloning process has...quirks. >> The helmeted hero replied to his current ally, as he pressed the ornate floor button once the code cleared.

The missile itself weighs 250 lbs. It attacked Myr unsuccessfully, and on his turn Myr moved all-out straight upwards (Flight 5 [2,500] x 4 for all out) to avoid the missile. The missile followed because it has homing 2, and the pair are currently around 10,000 ft and climbing.

Sabot had an amused smirk as she shook him like a bobblehead. "Okay, Okay. I'll get an evac plan working, Miss angry alliteration." He slowly got to his feet after Wisp let go and took a radio from his belt. "Men this is Sabot, do a head count and meet me at the forecastle hangar. Our mutual benefactor has decided that we are no longer cost effective. Nobody left behind, understand gentlemen?" The radio crackled with responses of 'Yes, Sirs and Copy that's.'

He looked from Wisp to Myrmidon and back again. "Now then, I'm going to hobble in that general direction." Sabot gestured and proceed towards the front of the vessel, his clanking steps gradually fading as he left the two heroes behind."

<< That is a negative. In any case I am restricted from creating weapons with fissile - Spike Launch! Evading! >> Myr barked out suddenly and engaged his afterburners while trailing chaff that rained down like metallic snow. He rocketed skyward, the cause readily apparent as an air-to-air missile screamed after the rapidly ascending hero.

"Gospel of Mark chapter nine: 'And he asked him, What is thy name? And he saith unto him, My name is Legion; for we are many.' I could cite further examples, but possession is not exactly a rare occurrence according to the religious texts and historical documents that I have read." He had read those for other reasons, but that was not the point.

John waved the thanks off. "Do not concern yourself in the matter. I am happy to help others, especially outside my areas of expertise. Before I came here, my opinion and viewpoints were deemed inconsequential. So it is a thankful change that others, including yourself Mister Subito, bother to ask for my assistance. That in itself I deem to be a worthy repayment of my time." John then gave a look at Subito that was commonly reserved for Morgans' more inane plans at his sudden idea.

"If you do choose that course of action I hope that you bring along others in case that something unexpected might happen. I would also suggest further research than just taking verbatim from one source. The idea has merit, but I caution for looking before leaping in scenarios with unknown variables such as this one."

GM

The armored figured laughed as the helmet dispersed and gestured in the direction of the sound. "There's nothing on this tub other than what I'm wearing that could even stop begin to slow down the weapons on that heli. My men are down to a mere skeleton crew." He fished around for something along his waist, drawing out a dog-legged cigarette that he lit and brought to his lips. "The final issue is that I sink like a millstone in water, so there is little I could do to help. I could close small holes, yes. But what those missiles will do to the hull would require a dry dock and overnight work for me to make a seaworthy patch." Sabot sat down and leaned his head against the bulkhead. "Plus, Miss Socialite thought ahead and that bird has nary a wisp of metal in it. I couldn't bring it down if I wanted." He exhaled some smoke. "So the the two of you might want to worry more about it than me at this point."

Myrmidon shook his head. << Sending an exterior communication would be akin to shooting a flare. All it would serve would be for the to easily locate us when they triangulate the transmission. One moment, I think I know of a method to gain access. >> The clone hero tapped his comm-link, putting it to broadcast on the command channel.

<< Sir, Flay and Groan here. We are currently about to search the South Facility but Commandant Burkehardt has voided protocol and not changed daily codes, again. How do you wish for us to proceed? >> His impressions of the real officers they were imitating being sticklers for details and operations would hopefully pay off, along with the small but noticeable schism between the tech and magic management of the base. Certainly the real officers would had better use of their time than bothering with memorizing week old passwords.

John gave a rueful bark of a laugh. "Morgan and Victoria have assured me that my smile is quote 'downright unsettling' and would 'probably give small children nightmares'. As for the other inquiry, Vigilo Confido. It is something of a character quirk."

"But back to the issue at hand, there is another method but I do not think you or the Lady would approve of it. It is where the envoy completely is in control of the body, and uses the corporeal form as a puppet to enact their will upon the world. It is something more commonly seen in historical religious figures, but it would depend upon the nature of the envoy. These might see a human body as little more than a tool, meant to be used and discard when no longer serviceable." He pointed at a map of the Caribbean that was on the page. "You would have to ask an expert, but depending on the local beliefs and customs of the indigenous population it could have been acceptable to have the 'spirits walk the land'."