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  1. Hmm, hmm. Since Overrunning them would probably be counter-productive, Baxter'll fall back to the good ol' Sting of Justice! Move Action: The Bee-Keeper III will position himself at Seven's back. Should Seven come under attack, he'll use Interpose to switch places with her as a Reaction (assuming she doesn't move). Standard Action: All-Out (+5 Attack/-5 Defense) Autofire Blast 11 vs. each Mercenary Minion behind Seven. Taking 10 to Attack the Minions and not accounting for potential penalties from the Autofire range, that's a Total Attack of 26, Toughness Save vs. DC26, and Bee-Keeper's Defense drops to +6.
  2. Nearly losing his balance as the ship's gravity buckled and waned momentarily, the Bee-Keeper staggered his way between Seven and the gaggle of mercenaries at her back. The Lor commando had made the first move, blasting one of the bigger goons flat on his tuchus, and with that it was on. Thrown into some kind of intergalactic shenanigans, Baxter was in much the same boat as Geckoman. He hadn't imagined himself going toe-to-toe with a bunch of aliens today -- but, perhaps, that was just another part of the superhero gig. "Why do the bad guyzz alwayzz gotta do it the hard way?" snipped the Bee-Keeper as he leveled his hand against the invading space pirates at their rear, steadying himself as he and the armor's on-board targeting system synced up his shots. Following Seven's lead, Baxter let loose with his own hand blaster, firing wave after wave of concussive yellow energy towards each of the alien antagonists surrounding their flank. There was no way a bunch of weirdo mercs from beyond the stars were gonna get the best of them. Not if the Bee-Keeper had anything to say about it, anyway!
  3. Bee-Keeper III (9) >Adventures in Babysitting in Space (6 Posts) >Busy Little Bee (3 Posts) DM (4) >Hunting Season (4 Posts) Total Posts (13)
  4. The teenager, in perhaps the oddest show of gratitude for the pair of would-be saviors outside of his impressive blast radius, waved frantically towards the pair of costumed heroes. "I-- you can't," he groaned, each syllable sounding as if the kid was being socked in the gut. Even Blue Jay's quip fell on deaf ears as the boy struggled to keep his eyes concealed by his arm and his stomach -- now a visible shade of darkening purple through the smattering of holes in his shirt -- from the quickly dwindling number of onlookers as they fled the scene. "Not safe. Can't keep it... controlled... chased..." As the boy prattled on in an attempt to explain the situation, the tense already tense situation reached a new peak as a deafening echo roared through the streets. *CRACK-POW!* In a heartbeat, a sickening thump resounds itself against the unguarded flesh of the mid-meltdown teenager as the gunshot rings out overhead, the perpetrator a single rubber-tipped round bouncing itself off of his back. Painfully, the dark-haired kid lurches forward, and in that small instant his arms falter. Another brilliant flash of light rocketed out as he thrust his head upwards, accompanied by raw, chaotic energy as they travel from his eyes into the sky, finding its mark against the upper-most corner of a nearby brick building before he could cover his face again. Like a knife through hot butter, the eerie red beams sheared through the stonework building, causing the masonry to tumble downward and land smack dab into another unmanned car, crushing its metal frame with relative ease. "Urrrrgh," moaned the superhuman youngster as he struggled to keep on his feet, doubling over slightly as a fresh bruise slowly painted itself on his skin. "He... he won't stop... please..." he continued, his tone rife with desperation. It was clear he was confused, afraid, and under duress; the pressure was getting to him, and with each new welt he gained, the rippling outline of energy only served to grow wider. He was steadily losing more and more control over his powers with each blow from his unseen agitator.
  5. Notice Check Results: Something is very amiss with this guy. From the looks of it, he's definitely the cause of all this chaos -- who else could it be? But there's more to it than just an undiluted urge for wanton destruction. Indeed, upon further inspection, the teenaged fella seems to be struggling with himself; frazzled and out of sorts, but struggling nonetheless. It's hard to tell, but it almost looks like he's already been worked over once; with his shirt torn and tattered, one arm slung around his abdomen and the other obfuscating his eyes, it looks as if someone's beaten Blue Jay and Nevermore to the proverbial punch, replete with bruises and minor lacerations beginning to show through the ominous red glow the boy's ensorcelled in.
  6. If you guys don't mind, I'd like a Notice check from Blue Jay and Nevermore!
  7. With each hero whipping through the air with the greatest of ease, it wasn't long before the duo had respectively closed the gap; flying, climbing, or otherwise traversing the distressed urban locale with all due haste until the cause of the commotion was in plain sight. As the young costumed vigilantes reached the apex of their journey and came face-to-face with each other, the scene painted before them made itself plain as day. Where once a busy thoroughfare existed amongst the metropolitan cityscape, the road itself had been forcibly reformed, replaced by a man-sized crater now standing center stage amidst a gaggle of ruined, turned over vehicles and shattered windows. Thankfully, no one seemed to be hurt, the panicked populace -- though still awash with terror -- having made their own hurried escapes, fleeing to the safety of the edge of the blast zone as if the hounds themselves had been set upon them. All of them, save for one lone individual. Standing at the center of the newfound crater stooped a young man no older than our erstwhile heroes, clad in casual street garb and his form ensconced in an eerie crimson glow. The energy was vibrant, but also dark; erratically rippling and flowing outwards in small waves from his person, and with each pulse came a sharp realization: whatever it connected with was slowly being eaten away. Whomever this unmoving fellow was, one thing was certain: he was dangerous, and more than capable from a cursory glance of ripping everything around him apart. Concrete, asphalt, glass, steel; the energy was certainly non-discriminatory, as evidenced by the small area of destruction it had brought about.
  8. Granting Captain Geckoman a mock salute an an affirmative "Aye, aye," Bee-Keeper quickly took off after Shepard and the spandex-clad handyman, leaving Temperance and the chief engineer to whatever schemes they were undoubtedly working towards. The situation was definitively feeling more and more heavy with each passing moment as they whisked their way down the hallway, with Shepard suiting up and giving the lowdown on these would-be attackers only serving to add to the cumulative weight of the fiasco; doubly so with the realization that there wasn't any concrete information about their opposition, save that they could be anything and were crazy-dangerous enough to attack a Lor vessel for their new alien pal. None of those things, in Baxter's meager space-faring opinion, sat well in his mind. "Azz long azz they don't actually zzhoot lazzerzz out of their eyezz, I think we've got thizz one in the bag," Baxter chimed, his tone unsurprisingly less than confident about the ordeal ahead, yet striving to retain a positive outlook on the whole situation. Geckoman at least seemed to know what was going on -- or, at the least, seemed like he was ready. With Shepard, that made two of them, and that was at least something. Taking a breath and letting it reverberate through the buzzing voice modulator, the Bee-Keeper steeled his nerves, fingers tightening into a pair of armored fists as he prepared for the intergalactic showdown ahead. "Alright, captainzz. Juzzt zzay when."
  9. "Oh. Way to go. Thizz izz juzzt zzuper," Baxter moaned from behind the guise of his insectile mask as he flew above the streets of Freedom City, hot on the trail of his little experiment. On the other side of the mask, the Bee-Keeper's face was twisted into what could only be described as an amalgam of utter displeasure and bewilderment as he surveyed the trouble the bee drone had caused. "Not even online for an hour, and look what you've done!" Totaled cars? Check. One on fire? Double-check. Ransacked stores, and the Average Joe's all riled up by his mechanical monstrosity's machinations? Oh, boy. It was gonna be one of those days. Plopping down next to the growing gaggle of Freedom City's citizens with an audible thud of metal-against-asphalt, the Bee-Keeper did his best to retain his composure. The last thing he needed was everyone thinking he'd gone bananas and intentionally let this thing out onto the streets! "Yo!" he greeted, granting the group of would-be photographers as congenial an informal greeting as the armored apiary could muster, antennae twitching slightly as he conjured the courage to stand before the tiny mob. "Any of you guyzz happen to zzee a haywire robo-bee around here?" he continued, miming the size of his latest contraption with his hands. "'Bout thizz big? Made of junk? Accidentally... uh... inzzinerated thozze carzz back there with a lazzer on itzz butt?" That's when he saw it. Like some gaping maw of shame, his wayward contraption had made its own entryway via giant hole into the likely now ruined garage, barreling (or, perhaps, blasting) its way into the auto business. At least he knew where his bee'd gone. "Everyone zztand back," motioned the Bee-Keeper, waving his arms as if to shoo them away from the newly minted crime scene. "Thingzz are totally under control. No need to freak out! Juzzt zztep back and get zzomewhere zzafe. I'll fix thizz mezz." Taking a deep breath, Baxter stepped forward into the garage. This bee-bot business was becoming bothersome! It was time to bring his li'l drone home, and make some much needed changes to its li'l fried CPU.
  10. From atop their immortal rooftop guardians, the city was exactly as it seemed to our young pair of guardians: the streets were alive with the humdrum of life, yet still serenely placid in its mundane nature. Young people laughed and cavorted whilst traffic moved on briskly as parents and loved ones wound their way home from a busy weekend workday, while others were making their way instead towards the inner sanctum of Freedom City, intent on an evening of fun and jubilation, intent on throwing away their cares, worries, and various responsibilities for one fleeting moment. But whatever hope of a plain and normal day these people had, however, was about to go up in smoke. Literally. In a sudden rush of screams accompanied soon after by the thunderous roar of an explosion, the pleasantness of the bustling hub came to a screeching halt. From their lofty vantage points, turning southwards towards the heart of Midtown, the cause of the commotion still remained a mystery. Yet, signs of trouble had already begun to rear its ugly head in the form of dark plumes rising through the mid-afternoon air. It was close, whatever the ruckus was; couldn't be more than a few blocks away. Whatever it was, it sounded serious. As if that weren't enough, the deafening cacophony of the citizenry in panic reached new heights as another wave of screams erupted through the streets, spurred on by a blinding beam of eerie crimson light as it streaked through the sky, taking a chunk out of a nearby apartment complex as it reached the pinnacle of its arc. Whatever was going on, two things were certain: superhuman powers were involved, and it was escalating fast -- real fast.
  11. You betcha! If you have something in particular in-mind, feel free to hock an idea my way and we'll see what we can throw together I'm actually doing some serious debating on the ninja front, but I'm still crunching the numbers. Always appreciate more interest though! On another note, hey, if you're interested, maybe you'd like to have Amelyth team up with Aoiroo's character G-Force? With both of your characters of the Claremont variety, we could totes whip something up. 'Roo's looking for something to get Georgia's feet wet in that department, so if you're up for something like that, lemme know!
  12. That's all well and good, sure! Gonna get to the actiony-plot-revolvy-bits soon enough anyway. Gonna give KD another day or two to post, then shuffle things along
  13. OOC for >this thread, starring Blue Jay, Nevermore, and *gasp!* Orion the Hunter. Sorry for the rushed intro, fellas! Gonna just let that first post sit for a moment before we jump into the meat of the story and give you guys a chance to establish whether you're working independently, together, chillaxin', relaxin', or generally just waxing poetic before the shenanigans hit the fan. If you've got any questions, feel free to shoot.