Techbot Alpha

Silver arched an eyebrow at Mirel.
"Hate to break it to ya, Dorethy, but we ain't in Kansas anymore," he quipped, slipping for a moment into a slightly more texan accent. "But, needless to say, I don't think any of the places or people you're talking about exist around here."

Yes, yes it is.

And now? Now I have proof.

What Arctic said from the looks of it.

Stick it in Hover. It's the easiest, I find.
Honestly, one slot of 4 points will stop over 85% (ish) of stuff. 8 Points will stop all but about one to two very rare things from KBing you, and you'll certainly avoid that bloody godawful pinball KB I hate, hate, HATE with a passion of burning burnination...

One slot in hover, sorted

That'd be Manticore.
And no, not really, the Third Reich was still the major nasty in Paragon WWII, what with the Storm Korps and the 5th Column and all that.

WWII pretty much played out the same way, albeit with super powers.

With a slight 'hmph' and a slight arching, the Autobot flipped himself upright with ease, and a solid sounding clank as his feet hit the tarmac again.
"I'm fine. Besides, aren't you a bit small to be hitting on people?" he added with a grin, looking down from fifteen foot up at the pink assault bot. "And what was all that about 'destroying Paragon'?"

Silver, still on his back, turned his head to look at her.
"Quicksilver's the name. Autobot and Cybertronian. Not that that'll mean much around here, I wager," he explaine with a wry grin. "I'm not from round here. Or, rather, not from here here. Like, I know Earth, but not this- Yeah, that just sounds wierd doesn't it?" he finished with a laugh, leaning his head back on the tarmac. "Ah well. Beats being fragged by a Decepticon Seeker anyday."

And telling people they are so wrong to not find certain things fun makes eeeeverything better. Yup yup. They are obviously all ungrateful horrible people with no souls.


Added for those who don't recognise sarcasm when it slaps them in the face

Shunting the car up a little with Sarkh's help, Silver slid out from under it and lay on his back with a sigh.
"Thanks man," he said with a faint grin, before glancing round as his optics tracked the others around the place. "Well...that coulda gone a whole lot worse, huh?"

There was a gentle creak of metal. So far, no one had paid it much attention.

"Uhm, guys? A little help here would be prime," Quicksilver grunted from where he was hunched on one knee, supporting the de-railed tram car as best he could. While it showed no danger of slipping, it obviously wasn't the comfiest of places for the mechanoid.

While the 5th Column certainly started out as a Nazi unit, they seem more like general, world-domination seeking fascists now.
For example, unless something really whack is going on, then they must be recruiting non-German members these days, much like the Council. There also seems to be a lack of the anti-semetic streak the Nazi party fostered, albeit replaced with an 'everyone else is dirt beneath our boots' attitude.

Meanwhile, in Faultline...

There was a brief haze, followed by a warped and dulled crack as the portal flashed briefly, closing behind the shadowy figures that lurked now in one of the many tunnels.
"Transwarp signature: Traced. Interception: Underway."
"Where the frag are we, anyways?"
"Augh, we're servo deep in muck, that's what!"
"Yeah? Shouldn't make any difference to you then."
"Shut ya trap!"
"Enough. Begin Investigation: Current locale. Trace the Autobot transwarp signature. Current task: Infiltration."

There was silence for a while, before there was a sudden twisted feeling, a sharp rise in energy levels, and the stink of ozone.

Then a young man sauntered out into the sunlight, clad in ripped jeans and a black leather jacket, mousey blonde fringe bobbing slightly as he strolled up onto the street. Resting on his right shoulder was a slightly old fashioned boom-box radio, dark blue in colouration and playing music.
"Hey, watch it kiddo! This place is dangerous!" one of the nearby construction workers shouted over with a frown.
"Sure thing, gramps. Nooo problem," the youth shot back with a grin.
The worker shook his head with a grumble, watching as the kid and his music headed off down the road...

"Not good."
Engines roared as Quicksilver took off from a standing start to nearing 100mph faster than all but the best earth-made vehicles could manage. He de-railed himself halfway along, swinging himself off the rails as he transformed back into robot-mode, landing and skidding to a halt under the falling monorail-cars with his arms outstretched, ready to catch it.

Which also gave him time to think.
"This...is likely gonna hurt. Oh fr-"

By this point, what happened with the missile and others was going to have to come priority two.
Instead, Quicksilver took a running jump, up onto the monorail.

And there he transformed, although this time far more progressively. For a moment there was a silver Ford GT balanced neatly on the line, before the wheels shifted and latched onto the rails, bodywork came apart and layered in strange ways, the vehicles appearance shifting into something entirely alien looking.

The engine revved as he waited, seeing how effective the human with the strange water abilities was before dashing in.

I do believe this here internet belongs to you, sir.
Had me going for a moment there

Insp....Inspirations...?

MORE MF'ING BODIES!!

Also, I fail to see a problem with it really.

We've just got our Alpha slots. We're still working out how Incarnate power works.
Statesman had just got his powers. He was still figuring out how they worked.

We're at the start of the journey. We're not punching Motherships outta the sky. And nor was he. Until later.

I picked a gooood day to not play

Oh god, she's bringing out the snark!

I think they just broke the fail barrier...