FloatingFatMan

Come on Bridger, you said before the end of the month, it's the last day of the month!!

So, who are the winners?

Hot damn Swissy! I swear each one gets better and better! I love the way his hand is glowing as he powers up too, really neat!

Laustin D'Woods can help you here. IIRC, he was the first to do this well over a year ago and he was spot on...

... Wow!!!

I REALLY loved that Z!! About time we got some fiction of GG's resident dead girl!

Slim, attractive heroine seeking like minded girl for fun, friendship, and maybe more. Must like seafood, cats and EastEnders.

I shall, when I get home and have more time to think one up!

Translation:

Uptight cyborg seeking mechanic for 10,000,000,000 mile service.

Oh the original of course! Complete with dappy robot and floating head!

Nope.. Precision Rangers -> Planeteers.. Doesn't work...

Not like Precision Rangers -> Power Rangers does!!!

You know... Every time I see this thread appear in the front page... Instead of "Precision Rangers", I read it as "Power Rangers"

And I hear Aero is the Pink Ranger?

'Tis a pity we can get a grav dominator to use lift to give you the bumps... Not in Pocket D anyway!

Another party? And Stase's birthday? Cool! The large one will be there!

Kinda reminds me a little of my very first tabletopping experience, just the other day in fact. We were playing Fading Suns and our three characters were on a space transport, about 3 weeks from planetfall. Through various events we ended up in a situation where the ship was basically full of zombies! We had in our team an engineer and her small child, a bodyguard, and me, a thief.

The zombies were coming and the bodyguard, our only melee fighter, was taking her sweet time getting her body armour on. As my blaster pistol wasn't too effective, I had her huge stun sword to try to hold them off.. Yeah... Me with a melee of 3...

Zombies got too close so I roll for strength (7) plus melee (3). I need a 10, I get a 20.. Oh dear, that's a critical fail!

By rights, I should have been zombie brunch, but instead the sword got stuck in the zombie and it shambled off, and I learned just how fast my character could actually run! I didn't even have my energy shield on as I'd given it to the engineer's kid!

The bodyguard, the owner of the sword, spent the rest of the session bleating on about her sword and giving me the evil eye! Zombie brunch might have been preferable!

So, our GM decided to take pity on us, especially me. He could easily have wiped the lot of us at that point but didn't. In the end we managed to escape and the campaign continued a bit.. Before ending on a cliffhanger! Possibly that was his intent all along, so maybe it could be seen as railroaded, but I certainly don't consider it and I had a LOT of fun!

I really can't wait for session 2!

Cool.. I'd fork out a reasonable amount for a commission!

Hot damn Swissy! That's far too good to be allowed on here!

Be off with you! Coming in here... Showing up the rest of us that can't draw to save their lives! Grrr!!

Don't suppose I could talk you into drawing my Miss Ellie could I?

Got room for a level 50 PB? Miss Ellie.

Hmm.. Let's see...


Miss Ellie:
1. Are you male or female? Calling All Girls
2. Describe yourself? Good Company
3. Describe how you live? Under Pressure
4. Describe your boy/girlfriend? Love Of My Life
5. How do you feel about yourself? I Want To Break Free
6. Where would you rather be? In The Lap Of The Gods
7. Describe what you want to be? Cool Cat
8. Describe how you love? Crazy Little Thing Called Love
9. How do some people feel about you? Sweet Lady
10. Share a few words of wisdom? Rain Must Fall

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'The insps don't work' - Fire Guardian.

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I nominate this also! Really moved me to tears!

Hmm.. One of the best in-game parties I've been to yet. And I think FG needs his own set on Evo Radio!

Quit thread hijacking guys!

Scarlet.. Truly excellent artwork there! Very impressed!!

Guess the jerk has the wiki in his script attack cycle now.. I think it's time to lock the Wiki down a bit.. at least the front page. Or relocate it to a wiki that asks people to register to change things.

Posted for, and on behalf of, Zortel!

Skyway City, Wednesday 00:01, Decommissioned ZorTel Industries Warehouse 5B.

Bootmode - Remote...
Mothersystem Valkyrie Online. Boot Successful.
Access Code Upload - 8919RolandoZ
Access Code Confirmed: Z. Rolando
Operational Mode: Awaken AMAZON units.
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AMAZON units online. Running POST 1-100.
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Units 1-100 confirmed operational.
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Offensive Mode Set: +kamd
WARNING: Mode +k set, confirm y/n?
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Authorisation Code: ZTx689alpha
Authorization confirmed. Mode +k set.
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Defensive Mode Set: +ep
Assigning Patrol Locations: Patrol Size = 10.
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Running POST 101-130.
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Units 101-130 confirmed operational.
Defensive Mode Set: +pr
Assigning Defensive Post Locations: Guard Size = 5.

Uploading Target Data: Offensive - . . .
Target Data: CreQinv06.dat Uploaded
Uploading Target Data: Defensive - . . .
Target Data: CivOutline06.dat Uploaded
Target Data: CityHero0806.dat Uploaded
Target Data: EmServ06.dat Uploaded

Operational Mode: Run. . .

WARNING: Check all settings confirmed.
Y
WARNING: Delay 20 seconds: Hanger Door Opening.

Mode: Run Successful. Carrying Out Orders.
Logging Mode: Set

The rumble of steel grating echoed about the room as the shutters rolled up. Streetlight from outside dimly illuminated the contents of the hanger. Standing stock still in rows of 10 were women in black suits. Different ethnicities, builds and ages, the youngest in her early twenties, the eldest late fourties. The haunting thing was their expressions, stoic and unwavering even in the face of the event data that had been uploaded to their brains. Crafted on technology similarly based to mad creator Nemesis' automatons, the gynoids had once been guards at ZorTel Industries sites.

And now, from orders issued from above, started to march forwards out of where they had slumbered. Given purpose once more, they would carry out the orders of their creator, to aid in the defense of the city, to provide cover for escaping civilians and emergency services, and bolster the forces of heroes in the city. They may not have been human, but that was more of a boon than a flaw in this time. They didn't feel sorrow, anguish, despair or any of the other emotions that could marr or drive a person to incredible feats. They just did their job with a passive look.

The first patrol of Reqiuems forces fell, the ten strong patrol unleashing a hail of bullets onto the invaders. Some of the Council forces were killed, but this was war. Programming dictated that they were enemies, killing heroes and civilians alike in their masters name. Programming told them an eye for an eye. Programming also reasoned that adding strain to the staff at the prison in this dire time would be counter-productive.

...

Zorielle watched through the monitors. Her family was safe on the island she had purchased, but her friends were not. One had already fallen, and others were still in the city risking life and limb. She gnawed at one knuckle as she monitored her creations moving into position. She had escaped Paragon a month ago, wanted a safe place for her babies and all her family to grow up, a place for family friends to come and relax from the strain of heroic life.

She shut her eyes, trying to push the thoughts of the previous invasion out of her head. Some days that time four years ago seemed so far from her mind. And days like today, she could smell the burning rubble, the charred flesh, and the tang of blood on her lips. That invasion cost her so much... could she risk that again? Or risk any of her family taking that cost?

The gynoids that she had ordered to assist just didn't feel enough. It felt like she had put a penny in the hat of a begging child and walked on. Mere lip service, casting away something that had no importance or worth to herself. But she also remembered the guilt when she sent her own daughter, and two of her most advanced and stunning creations ever into the city to secure the portals to the island and help out a little. That heavy feeling that pounded through her chest, the fluttering of her stomach.

What was a women to do? Zorielle didn't know, weighing up the pros and cons in her mind as she sipped at her now lukewarm cup of tea. She started a little as she felt two arms slip around her waist, then relaxed into them as she breathed in the smell of a familar perfume, one that was a christmas present. The soft touch of hair against the side of her face comforted her.

"Come to bed love... you'll just worry yourself sick staring at the screen."

Sometimes it felt very good to have someone else make decisions for you.

Wednessday, 0542 hours

Ellie sat by the aid station at the Atlas Park gate in Eastgate, a mug of tea cradled in her hands. As she stared into the steaming beverage, the memories of the nights events flickered through her mind.

The fight to recover Molok's body and the flight back to the lab, giving him over to CIRCE. Returning to the Gulch again and again to recover the body of every fallen hero there. The argument with Lt Wincott over her wasting time and power on the dead. Well, screw him; the dead don't deserve to be left out there! Besides, she'd done more than her fair share of fighting this night. Every body she'd recovered, she'd had to fight for... And sometimes, she'd had to....

No, don't think about that... Start down that line of thought and you'll be useless to everybody...

Sighing, she sipped her drink, feeling the hot sweet liquid seeping into her oh so tired body; it's sweetness helping to restore her. As she sat, sipping, one of the paramedics came over to her and crouched down.

"You OK there, kid?" he asked.

Ellie looked up at him and managed a wry smile, "Don't I look it?"

The paramedic pursed him lips for a moment, looking her over, before replying. "No.. You look knackered... You really should get some rest."

Ellie looked back into her tea before taking another sip and replying, "I am resting, see? Sitting down, having a cuppa... I'll be fine."

"Look... Tiger White isn't it? Some of my colleagues told me what you've been doing all night... Bringing in the poor souls who didn't make it. You should be proud of that, but it's a soul destroying job. You need to stop while there's still some of you left that cares..."

Ellie looked into the paramedic's eyes, her own glowing with a cold light. "Someone has to do it, they can't be just... left behind..."

"Then let someone else take over for awhile, yeah? Otherwise you're gonna end up leaving yourself out in the battlefield next time you bring another one back..."

Ellie looks at the paramedic for awhile, before setting her now empty cup down and painfully climbing to her feet, a small wound now visible on her side where her armour had been breached, blood slowly oozing out as her movement opened it up again. "No... No one else wants to do this..."

Seeing the wound, the paramedics eyes widened a little, "You supers... You're all the same, thinking you're so invulnerable, when you're just as at risk as the rest of us... More so in fact. Come on, lets get that cut sorted out."

As he finished speaking, the paramadic bent down and picked Ellie up. Surprised at how little she weighed, he carried her into the aid station, ignoring her protests.

Tuesday, 2200 hours

As Ellie left Jess and Sam behind, her heart turned cold as she turned her thoughts to Molok, dead at the hands of the council. They were going to pay for this!

Ignoring the slow train, she approached the tunnel in the war wall and dived through, the glow from her body lighting the way. Following the twists and turns at high speed, she burst into Atlas Park and hurtled across the sky like a comet. Seconds later she landed at the crowded entrance to Eastgate, the Hollows, were Molok had fallen. Moving quickly past the gathered crowd of tired soldiers and battle weary heroes, she pushed past those crowding the gates and entered the zone.

As she got clear of the entrance, she quickly took stock of the nearby situation and headed over to a tall woman who was giving orders to a group of heroes. Moving quicky to her, she interrupted the woman and asked her if she knew the location of Molok's last stand.

The woman faltered a moment as she saw the bright glare of power in Ellie's eyes, then decided now wasn't a good time to berate her for the interruption. Sighing, she checked through her clipboard and gave Ellie the information she needed; The Gulch.

With barely a word of thanks, energy wrapped itself around Ellie and she rocketed into the sky.

Seconds later, she halted in the air high above The Gulch and scanned the area with all her senses. It was thick with council troops and equipment, and here and there, the body of a once proud hero lay broken. Finally, she found him; his large form lay still on the ground, partially buried under a mound of rubble and not far from a group of soldiers and mechmen.

Ignoring the soldiers, who seemed more interested in laughing merrily about their seeming victory, Ellie dropped from the sky and alighted softly next to his still form. Crouching, she placed a gentle hand on his once proud brow and traced a finger along one of his horns, broken now. Softly, she spoke to him, "Oh Molok... You always liked taking on more than you could handle... Look what you've done to yourself..."

Behind her, unheard or just ignored, the laughing soldiers had stopped as they noticed her brightly glowing form. One of them, an Archon by the markings on his uniform, picked up a glowing red rifle and slowly approached Ellie, his troops right behind him.

Ellie let them approach to within 10 feet of her before she spoke, softly, "Are you the ones who did this?" Rising slowly from her crouch, she turned to face the soldiers.

"That cow thing? Yeah, good work eh? Planning to have us a barbecue later, right boys?" The soldiers behind the Archon laughed, confident in their ability to beat such a small hero.

Ellie smiled, and slowly, her energy claws extended from their sheaths as several pulsating balls of light formed around her, "No, I don't think you will be..."


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As the last of the troops fell, her claws sliding out from his abdomen, Ellie turned and walk back to Molok. Withdrawing her claws, she crouched and lifted his great form. "I'm taking you home old friend, back to your family..."

Gently, Ellie rose into the air with the body of her friend in her arms, and flew slowly back to the gate.

The poor girl has no willpower!!

Oh, and a late happy birthday Stoof!