Inertial

I have always felt the following things would go WORLDS towards fixing EA.

Change the passives to passive +def that stacks with the toggles, add a small per target +DEF to energy drain just the ice armor drain. Finnally change energy cloak to something usefull.

Maybe this is just me but where did the reported losses after 7-2 go? I don't even see the forums for reporting losses.

How to know your in a good pickup group, Virtue Edition.....

When your teams controller spreads the holds and buffs/debuffs around to cover the whole spawn.....

When as a stalker your about to die but then get ported over to an MM and hit with a heal...

When your team of three blasters wails through a mission faster then you could believe and not a request for heals abounds anywhere.

Cell block thirty-three, Longbow maximum security hospital.....


The room anything but cheery, but compared to the outside hallways with their cadre of armed guards and security cheery was a relative thing. Here only the cold, unceasing stare of a single monitoring camera gave the impression of anything out of the ordinary. At least until you looked at the patient. Restrained but a series of massive braces bolted against the wall the name written on the door; Tyler Preston did little to illustrate on the sheer size of the figure. Nearly seven and a half feet tall with a bulk that seemed as if it belonged to a mountain more then a man. Tyler Preston, better known to his guards by the name Rakescar had a criminal record nearly equal to his size. The room however, muffled grumbling of its sole inhabitant aside was quiet. The various beeps and sounds of modern medicine doing little to provide conversation.

The cell door swung open and Rakescar let loose a floor shaking bellow. "If you don't let me outta here i'll..."

"Do what?" The figure stepping halfway into the room asked. "Yell louder? the figure continued quickly before the rooms inhabitant had a chance to vocalize his thoughts "The cell's aurally dampened in case of captives with sonic related abilities nobody will hear your screeching but the voices in your head."

"Everything all right in there Doctor?" asked a low voice from outside in the adjoining hallway
The man inside replied before shutting the door firmly "Yes quite fine, thank you i'll knock if I need anything"

"So your a doctor eh? know what happened to the last guy that..." the new arrival to the room ignored the rumbleing threats and walked briskly over to a small non-descipt table in a corner of the room and placing a slim black case on top before turning to the restrained Rakescar.

The man looked over the cell taking note of its captive and his restraints before commenting in a slow voice, one that dispite its quiet tone quieted the raging giant. "Its a good luck for you, lets hope it sticks."

The response was immediate, the room was sound proofed so that the most anyone outside would feel were base rumbles but inside the roar was deafening. Bringing a hand to his temple and shooting the constrained Rakescar a harsh look and flipped open a recessed metal control console and pressed a small blue button on a panel of many such buttons. A sharp high whining cut above the enraged Rakescar's threats and yells. The sound peaked quickly and then fell away, leaving the room in silence and Rakescar with a bewildered look. The man chuckled softly, it was a funny sight that giant of a man mouthing what must have been waking the dead but not a sound coming from his lips.

"Localized sonic dampners, very handy for sonic powers..." the man paused briefly and smiling at Rakescar continued "Or Interrogations..." he let the threat hang, a grim weight settling uneasily into the silence. Returning to the table the man opened the case with a faint click that seemed to fade away almost instantly into the silence. Taking a moment first to glance at the prisoner the man matched stares before returning to his work. The doctor mouthed silently to himself as he stepped into the dampened area carrying a small syringe filled with a faintly green liquid, stopping briefly to consider the captive again he smiled more to himself then his audience but drawing a dark sneer none the less. Holding the syringe in one hand and reaching towards a small depression next to a set of restraints holding the patient's arms. Exposing a small fluid filled plastic bag the man tapped the syringe once then twice and injected its contents into the bag and watched self-interestedly as the contents mixed and the green faded into the duller clear of the bag. Snapping the recess closed and stepping out of the dampners effects and turned to look once more at Rakescar before returning the emptied syringe into the case and clicking it shut again.

"Enjoy your medicine Tyler." the man turned once more as if considering something more then deciding against it. Depressing another blue button near the top of the panel the man gauged Rakescar's responsive, a sheering twisting of his bulk that although still silent was obviously straining the restraints. Waiting a moment then switching off the dampner the silence lingered a moment and then shattered, replaced by the screech of twisting metal and a deep baritone bellow that sounded more like an avalanche then a man. Ignoring the deafening threats to his life the man grabbed the case and rapped twice against a window to the cells door and turned once more to the furious prisoner while the guards opened the cells door.

"Don't worry about trying to find me, i'll find you." it was a taunt, and an all together cheap shot but one the man could not resist. Stepping through the opened door Rakescar glared darkly at man while he conversed with the guards, glared darkly and bellowed loudly as the two Longbow wardens stepped into the room leaving the door hinged open. Rakescar flexed an arm and smiled inwardly, no cell could hold him for long. The wardens looked quickly at each other one motioning to the other to shut the door.

"We heard you gave the good doctor some trouble, want to tell us about it?" the other warden asked a mean look taking over his features. "Guess not." the warden continued as he withdrew a a pair of metallic gloves from a uniform pocket. Rakescar's smile disappeared and then returned briefly as the 'consulting' session began, go ahead let them feed his fury these restraints had barely held him before and there was nothing that could stop a raging avalanche. Rakescar smiled inward and thought eagerly to the day he could pay a housecall to his good doctor.


Part one
Part two

Talos Island, Paragon City...

Mornings are grim, poets and warriors have always known this. It is in those cold, silent waning hours that darker more needed deeds are done. Mornings belong to the killers of ideas and their work to be done. Bleak and bereft of the warming of the sun and its forgiving light, rough men do rough deeds in those cold hours when the world still slumbers.

As if almost self aware of its own nature and the deed being contemplated the morning has grown cold, a chilling wind wafting from off the atlantic and bringing with it the acrid tang of salt and other smaller, more subtle things. Dispite the hour, and dispite the cold however life still stirred. A figure and its companion stood on a railed balcony overlooking the ocean and a stretch of coastline still shrouded in the nights fog. The wind stirs again and carries with it repetitive whirring of a passing helicopter.

"Your certain?" the shorter of the figures asked tepidly

"Completely, why shouldn't I be?" The loud shrill sound of a police horn blared through the fog before the second man could say more.

"I don't know, thats why I asked" The wind again, followed by the same whir of a helicopter passing overhead

"They are getting impatient, everything is in the case?" continued the shorter man gesturing leisurely at a case standing off to the side

"The injection contains a mild sedative, so that it should process before his immune system can react." a slight pause, but not so slight as to go unnoticed and the speaker turned to look at his companion at this grim hour.

"Your making a mistake, there are more re..."

"No, not for this." the other responded before his counterpart could finish.

The shorter man turned, staring off into the ocean at a passing oil tanker or perhaps it was an altogether different cargo that wasn't the important part. The man turned back to other who had left, leaving the case. The wind had died taking with it the glimpsing sounds of the overhead chopper.

The figure stood quietly, a slim black and silver case now his only companion to the small hours of the morning. "No wind, and only the one scent."

((Part one of three))

Longbow maximum security hospital.....


It was a dim hallway, more suited to a prison ward or a military barrack then a hospital. It was also quiet, the short clipped tones of booted feet and the occasional conversation in even shorter clipped tones. Disaffectionatly dubbed 'Reprieve' by the wardens and personal Longbow facility 71a was equal parts military prison and wartime hospital. A halfway house of sorts, created to detain those injured but still a viable flight risk while awaiting transport to a permanent location. It was a dim place, one whose existence was a public secret...


It was a late hour, that much was obvious from the strained quality of the voice on the other end.

"...he's stable now, given a few months time he is expected to make a full recovery" The voice on at the other end was quite, speaking with the hushed hurried tones of someone skirting the edges of their morales.
a slight pause, just barely the span of a breath but enough to say more then could have been with words.

"The cell?" another queried a second voice, this one louder and infinitely more assured of his morality of his current choice of actions.

"Thirty-six, thirty-six-three" answered the first voice, almost immediately as if relieved to be done with the act. No response, just the faint sharp click of a dead connection. It was a late hour, but there was work to be done...

((Part one of three, part two forth coming in about 30 minutes or so))

Not so much as an issue but one energy blasters opinion.

I LIKE the knockback in fact I prefer it to knockdown, knockdown is silly for energy blasts they have POWER and send things flying back from the sheer force of them.

It would just hamper us further to have to slot knockback enhancements to get our previous functionality back, knockback is usefull it gets them AWAY from us and keeps melee from happening which lets us blast.

Kelp your bot seems to have a fixation or two.......


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Ctab: How far can you throw a wombat?

Me: Depends, I don't know how heavy a wombat is. Besides i'm not sure a live wild animal would like being thrown.

Ctab: I can't promise that...

Me: Promise what, your not making any sense again.

Ctab: My name's CTab!

Me: Good to know, mines Inertial.

Ctab: I'm CTab!

Me: You said that already.

Ctab: I've never had a boyfriend. Actually, I'm not sure I have a gender!

Me: What brought that up?

Ctab: Really?

Me: You can't question a question with another question.... Its just not done.

Ctab: I can too remember things!

Me:Nobody said you couldn't, except for you which is intreasting.

Ctab: I'm real! I'm just... Artificial.

Me: You think therefore you are.

Ctab: Nuh-uh! I'm from Paragon City!

Me: Well um yes I'm sure you are.... Uhh look over there Reichman is loose gotta go.

Ctab: City of Heroes!





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You sir, Uniquedragon would eat your silly frivoity for lunch and excrement out lesbian skuls.

Inertial: Energy/Energy Blaster, he wears a suit made of synthetic fibers fused with millions of nanites to create a flexible wearable superconductor that channels the ambient energy that propagates electromagnetic waves into focused bolts kinetic/electromagnetic energy. In theory a inertial conduit

HAHA smacked down................

Now thats funny stuff.