The new Vanguard! Silas Issue #1

OOC I was going off 15APs force Manipulation. Errr.. did I look in the wrong place? Basically if we took the 15APs/HP from Force Manip and apply to gadgetry guidelines (buts its not a gadget, doesn't have reliability and therefore no gadget bonus...) that's how I got the points. I really need to find out what I wrote last time, as I'm sure it made more sense than what I am making...

Right, just for now assume the following - a device with Electrical Control of 13APs, Body of 1 and Explosive radius. Area effect would be far better but by the time you bang that right up far enough to get the bad guy, Electrical control will be like, 4 or something.

Silas created his 'doohickey' and Yeoman shouted "You know... a little help... would be appreciated..."

"Especially since YOU chopped the damn wings off kid."

Silas glanced at him then at his device, and pressed a big red button.

OOC Roll(2d10)+0: 1,7,+0 Total:8

There was a bright FLASH!

Yeoman shouted "Yow! What the hell? Hey, what happened to my communicator?"

The lights and electronics on the plane went out! And...

No dropping out of the sky of whoever was out there. Probably out of range, and still 'cloaked'.

"Sea ahead!" shouted Yeoman over the wind howl. "If there is someone out there, they'll have to wait! We're running out of options kid. See if you can magic up.. I don't know, an island or something. With the electrics fried and no engines providing power anyway, those people in there are going to use up their oxygen eventually. We'll have to worry about the stealth guy once we have these people safe and find out who the guy is in the cockpit."

He pulled the earpiece from his ear, shaking his head at the 'lightning' playing over it. "Wandafar is gonna be pissed. Again." The plane wobbled, and he took a grip again with two hands. "Hurry up kid!"

Silas knew that yeoman must be tiring. 500 tons of dead weight must be pushing him to the limit, and there was also the matter of what to do with a couple of hundred infected people... and would this 'virus' affect him and Yeoman?

"Sorry, bit of a long shot that was I suppose. Get us close to water and I got it from there.."

Despite the confidant words he had never made something like this before. Still, he could picture it so he could 'magic' it up. Even if it was going to take everything he had. Once they were close enough to sea level Silas reached out and started to project the superstructure, plates and beams welding together seamlessly in the way only energy constructs could. Within moments he had projected a scaled down aircraft carrier just large enough to set the jet down on, including curved brackets to hold the plane body steady.

"Set her down there! Then get clear and go get me the local CDC. I can't leave or my constructs will disappear, and.. well I'm about to take the armor plating away, which is what's keeping this thing sealed up. I'll be putting up a force field in its place to keep everything contained, send up a flare or something once you get back. Bring some backup if you can."

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Alright, we'll start out with..

FM 15 = HP 400 to work with
Str 15 = 240
Body 10 = 96
Force Field 5 [30/6] = 54


FM 9 = HP 120 to work with
Swimming 4 [5/2] = 11
Invisibility 10 [45/4] = 109

Using your new system.. which I really like because it lets me make some more useful and complete gizmos.. namely ones with actual Body scores.

I'll just be leaving the  Invisibility and Force Field out until after Yeoman has left. Then we'll switch the Skin Armor over to Invisibility and turn on the Force Field along with pulling the plane down into the hull of the 'ship'. In theory I should have A) an air tight ship and B) the force field has full effect on gas and radiation attacks. Should be sealed up nicely. I'll be keeping myself in a separate chamber in the ship with the hope that it will keep me insulated from the pathogen. ))

"I think those were warning shots kid. No point in destroying this plane if the payload gets wiped out too. They WANT us to drop it over London" growled Yeoman.

He watched as Silas thrust out a hand and created a kind of floating dome/island, complete with its own tiles that changed colour to match the scenery behind (invisibility) thanks to zillions of tiny cameras and the dome itself being a quarantine/limited protection type device.

"Impressive. I won't ask where you learned to do all this. I gave up wondering how... well, how we all do this crazy sh*t." muttered Yeoman as he came in to land on the island. It sank significantly into the water and it was clear it was going to have to propel forwards - thanks to the giant size outboard motor - at all times or it would sink! The weight of the plane was just too much though Silas considered a supertanker. Could he conjure up something THAT big? Maybe not. That did leave open the option of commandeering a ship though.

The jet, having been clear of the blast radius of Silas' EMP generator, flew overhead and kept an eye on things only a mile or so from shore. The authorities would be here soon.

Which kind of left Silas a sitting duck. He looked nervously at the sky as he figured that the bad guy - whoever it was - was still out there and doubtless watching. Yeoman stood alongside Silas. "You done good kid. Now we have to find out what this is about. How resistant are you to, say, Ebola and SARs? I figure if you can shrug them off you'll be fine, otherwise you need to magic up a HASMAT suit (Systemic antidote)"

Just then a missile 'appeared' in the air about half a mile away, and started blasting towards the dome! Yeoman took off, and shouted back "You best get into cover kid. If I can't stop this things will get rough for you!"

OOC Anything you want to do on your floating, going round in a circle island, or wait for the bang and hope?

(( Pretty much stuck with relying on this things 10 body and 5 Force Field. On the outside hope that it will help I'll use my dice action to 'dodge' using the boats swimming speed. As far as the disease goes I'm hoping my Regeneration will keep me going if I get infected. I can always whip up something for systemic antidote after the fact.. I hope.

As far as that missile goes, does it pretty obviously have a bead on us even after I kick on the invisibility?))

The missile headed towards the Dome... until Silas roared its engines into life and turned the dome invisible!

Yeoman flew towards the missile, which shifted in the air, and he turned back to shout "Kid! I might not catch this! You gotta... oh wow."

The missile fired straight... into the water!

The wake from the huge boat island thing told Yeoman and the unseen assailant where the boat was, but a missile didn't know that!

"Nice one kid!" yelled Yeoman. He turned. "Got something for jerks like you." he muttered. "Just hope it works after the kid fried everything. Saying that, Wandafars' tech never seemed to conform to Earth rules..."

He threw a small sphere into the air... which 'popped'. Silas couldn't see anything but saw Yeoman flick something on his mask. "Use this for finding people in collapsed buildings, at night when tracking scumbags etc... but I see you just fine..."

OOC Yeoman has Dex 11, Martial Artist 5 (+3 dice) and he can now see the foe. goes for a Critical blow.
Roll(5d10)+0: 2,5,3,5,1,+0 Total:10 DOUBLE plus Roll(2d10)+0: 5,1,+10 Total:16 plus Dex 11. Target has Dex 9 and Invisibility is nulled thanks to Wandafars doohickey (life sense of a sort, highlighting all manner of vital signs to someone with the right goggles on. Made with spit and duct tape and old transistor radios and old arcade machine bits and...it won't last long. If Yeoman doesn't take the guy down quick he might not get a second chance). Yeoman strength is 14 (meaning if it came to straight up lifting he can't lift the plane without pushing) +6 from Critical Blow +4 from attack. 24 Effect value less 15 resistance means the armoured guy takes 9 damage from his 10 Body!

With a CLANG! Yeoman connects with something in the air - hard - as he flies about.

"Yeah! No... these damn goggles. Battery low? What the hell? Oh come on Wandafar, not now man! Not... damn!" yelled Yeoman. He couldn't see where his invisible foe had been walloped. "I hit him pretty hard kid. you... can you cook something up? Sonar? Life sensor? Anything? gotta finish him off!"

Silas looked in the sky, expecting an attack on Yeoman. Instead there was nothing... it was quiet... too quiet...

OOC Radar is fine. You'd be building a gadget that already exists, so no problem.

Silas cooked up a design in his brilliant mind, complete with theories and resolutions to problems, then waved a hand. A mobile radar array on wheels appeared, large radar dish rotating 360 degrees and sending its pulses out...

OOC Radar Sense 15 vs Obscure (Stealth tech vs radar) 7. This won't be much of a contest. TN11+7. Roll(2d10)+0: 2,4,+15 Total: 21. +3 effect. 18EV vs RV7. 11RAPs, no problemo.

Silas watched on the screen... as his powerful radar highlighted a flying figure in a fairly bulky suit which had a terrific dent in it. He was hovering off the floor, trying to fix something, though details were lacking. His position was around 200 yards away from where Yeoman flew in the sky.

Silas frowns. Knowing where his enemy was was less helpful then it might seem. The forcefield that was projected around the ship was air tight and didn't allow anything to pass through without overcoming it first - something he had done intentionally to prevent any potential containment problems with the plane since he had already breached its hull earlier.

But what if he brought the other person inside the field somehow..

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((Alright, main FM power to look like this

Body 9 (72)
Str 15 (240)
Swimming 6 (5/2 = 17)
Sealed Systems 9 (5/5 = 65)

= 6HP remaining

Secondary like this

Radar Sense 9 (5/1 =17)
Force Field 8 (30/6+1=100)

= 3HP remaining.

The intent here is A) to make sure that all the point costs are complying with the rules, B) to get some sealed systems going (The plane is inside of my ship after all, and sealed systems 9 is good for a 30 minute containment inside of the ship, hopefully enough), C I want to extend the forcefield around the ship out to include the flying armor guy and then pull him down to the deck - that's what the +1 factor cost on the forcefield is there for. From there I can do whatever I need to to smack him around.))

OOC I don't think Force Field 8 is anywhere near big enough to do what it is you're trying. It's well short of what is required to actually protect the body of the plane anyway, but for the purpose of moving things on I am assuming it diminishes with volume. Volume required to encapsulate the body (not the wings) of the A380 airbus is 5150 cubic feet. That's 13APs, so what I've done is increase volume from 8 to 13 by reducing protection by the same amount, so the force field offers only 3APs protection. If you still want it to expand beyond that, the Force Field will be less than zero to encapsulate a flying target. Best bet is snare, like a net gun or something.

Silas furrowed his brow, trying to get his jury rigged 'make believe' force field projector working enough to protect the plane. He did it. Just.

But to expand upon that would require... well, maybe more than he had!

Yeoman yelled down. "Hey kid! That Radar dish? You see that punk? Can you... light 'im up? Got a paintball gun or cannon or somethin' in your back pocket?"

Suddenly an amplified voice came from the direction of the blip on Silas' radar. It was in a foreign language, and spoke before he could whip up a universal translator, as might be seen on Star Trek. However...

CLANG!

The man from the cockpit stood in the door of the plane, raising an eyebrow at bumping into... well, nothing he could see (the force field). He replied, but in English. "No! This is not the way! It should never be the way! Punish those responsible, not everyone, for the crimes of the few! Your way... what you have done to me, these people on this plane... you have created a monstrosity! The infidel known as ADJUTANT was to be punished for his actions in our homeland, not these people, not this land! One man! This is wrong! I will not be your weapon!"

The man from the cockpit. Whoever he was, he seemed to be a pawn in someone elses game.

Silas checked the radar screen. The man in the armour, whoever he was, was trying to get away... Within moments he would be out of radar range...

'Dude! That was hermetically sealed! To keep the virus inside.. damn it, don't try and get out!" As an added precaution he thumps a first down on his shield generator like it was an old Television, then quickly whips up an elongated, futuristic rifle with a 'scope' display that read the data from his radar dish. He'd only get one shot..

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((Ok! Here goes nothing!


Force Manipulation 15
Str 14 (192)
Force Field 12 (30/6 = 174)
Body 3 (12)
Swimming 6 (5/2 =17)
= 5HP remaining

Force Manipulation 9
Lightning 9 (15/3 = 99)
Radar Sense 9 (5/1 = 17)
= 3HP remaining.

That should get me more Force Field, even with the depleting power with distance, I'm hoping it's ability to stop gas attacks will be enough to contain this outbreak, and keep Akmed the diseased terrorist in there as well.

Then we're going to shoot my fancy new lightning gun at the man in the metal flying suit. Before he would have taken a -2 column shift to his RV, not sure what it's going to mean now. Thankfully while I'm only on 8 Dex for the attack I get some extra dice for my 7 Weaponry.. I think it's 3 extra dice?))

((If you meant the -2 column shift I mentioned, that was for shooting someone in metal armor with the lightning power. But I'll take the props anyway!

That's a hard decision, I've got about a 50/50 chance between doing worse or potentially doing better, but there's only two dice... Oh heck. Let's do it.))

The member 'dunecat' has done the following action : d10

'd10' : 6, 6

((HA! I beat it by 1! Sorry for taking over the roll there but.. well that way I had no one to blame by myself for my success or failure!

Edit: It also just hit me that that's a double.. ))

((Doubles!))

The member 'dunecat' has done the following action : d10

'd10' : 7, 4

OOC Target Number was 27, AV8 plus roll 4,4,6,6,4,7 (31) means you hit! +3 EV to Lightning 9, -4 Resistance to RV15. 1 point of damage. He was on 1 point of body..

Yeoman squints "Did you get 'im kid?"

The pair watched the distant lightning bolt crackle around an unseen target, a "YOW!" and SPLASH! as the armoured form fell into the Thames estuary!

"Yeah!" yelled Yeoman, and he swooped down to high five Silas. "Damn, man, that was a helluva shot! I'd have been proud ta do that! I'll go scoop up what's left. You make sure these guys don't go anywhere." he said, thumbing towards the plane.

The man in the doorway, cocooned by the force field, stares out into the darkness at the fallen assailant. "I am glad you have stopped him. Their plan is madness. To punish the crimes of a single man by destroying a whole nation is madness! I am... I will... surrender. Please do not let this mutation spread!"

"Boom! Head-shot!" Silas does the victory arm pump and leans the long barreled rifle against his shoulder while is cycled a set of cooling cylinders.. that was entirely just for show. A moment later the futurized weapon dispersed into ribbons of energy. The frank praise from the obviously more experienced yeoman took the wind from his sails though and he stopped his posturing for the moment.

"I.. thanks. When you get him back here drop him next to the plane. I think we deserve some answers." Straightening himself out he heads back to the edge of his force field while Yeoman retrieved their powered armor clad adversary.

"Thank you, don't worry, I have you inside of a force field, it's basically air tight so that might be a bit of a problem eventually. For now though I promise it will keep whatever you have contained. Now until the CDC or what ever local authority gets here I need to know everything that happened, and I need you to tell it to me."

Yeoman soared over and scooped up the armoured man.

Flying back he dumped the 7' tall heavily armoured figure in a pile. Crouching, he felt about the neck piece. "No catches. One of those super strong magnet setups, unlocked from the inside. Great so long as it fails safe and you don't suffocate inside your own tin can."

"Let's see how strong..." he took a grip, set a leg on the floor. Silas noticed the concrete spiderwebbed near his foot. "...the seal IS!" With a CLANG! he tore the helmet free...

...Inside was a man of middle eastern origin.

"Saiid!" shouted the man in the plane.

Yeoman glanced up. "We have a name. Say kid, can you cook up a radio? Mine is fried. I may not be the Governments best friend but I still have some contacts. We need to make sure that the authorities don't blunder in here and let that.. that virus out."

He leaned back, then looked down at the suit. "Say... there's something on the belt. Flashing. It's flashing faster.... kid..."

((Hey! Fun fact, I have a character named Sa'id in a D&D game I'm in! xD))

"Yea, sure. Here-" Before he could focus on much past the basics Yeoman pointed out the blinking belt. Expecting an impending explosion Silas, opting instead for a focused, high powered magnetic pulse, similar to what he had used earlier but more focused.

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((With the mention of a radio that segways nicely into something I've been toying with, would it be alright if I made some adjustments and picked up a couple mental powers like Radio Communications with a limit on them that they can only be used after being 'made' with Force Manipulation?

Anyway, as for right now, can I make a highly focused version of the Magnetic Control/EMP power from BoH that we used earlier, just to target this armored guy? I'm hoping that frying the electronics will stop whatever arming gizmo is in his suit, assuming that it's going to explode.

For ease of reference:

Force Manipulation 15
Str 14 (192)
Force Field 12 (30/6 = 174)
Body 3 (12)
Swimming 6 (5/2 =17)
= 5HP remaining

Force Manipulation 9 - unused

Feel free to rearrange this however is necessary to A) keep my floating quarantine ship going, and B) throw maximum EMP at this guys armor. ))

Yeoman glanced at the belt "Yeah. Bomb... I think you might be right..."

"What you makin' now kid?" he asked. "We ain't got time..."

OOC Yeoman tries to tear the belt off the armoured man. Yeoman has 14 Str vs the Body (10) of the suit/belt. TN11+10 (21). Roll(2d10)+0:
10,10,+14 Total:34 BOOM! Double. Roll(2d10) 9,1,+34 Total:44

Yeoman simply tears the belt from the mans waist, ignoring that its made of a titanium and carbon composite. It was still beeping, faster, so he simply turned and tossed it high into the air, where it exploded about 10 miles up!

Grabbing the guys helmet, he shouted inside "HEY! YOU LISTENIN'? I'M GONNA FIND YOU LOT AND KICK YOUR ASSES!" before he tossed it aside and scooped up the man in the armour. Nose to nose he snarled. "When you wake up you n me are gonna have a chat."

Setting the unconscious man aside, Yeoman took the mouthpiece for the radio and asked for a specific frequency. "Code verify vocal scan Yeoman clearance Alpha 2. We are..." he glanced at Silas for coordinates. "... and we have a situation. We need contagious disease containment and ah, the means to transport a plane full of people and possibly a prisoner. Yes, I know that I'm an... look. That was last year. Water under the bridge." he said into the headset. "What? Oh come on. I declined membershi... ok, I told you to stuff it up your... Look, this is a matter of life and death. If you can't sort it out put me onto someone who..."

Silas figured that whoever Yeoman was talking to had conceded that the situation was more important than any previous history Yeoman had with whoever... he glanced at his scanner. Encrypted channel. Government or... UKChampions? Wow! He was dealing with the big leagues now!

"Listen to me!" shouted the man on the plane. The force field filtered most of the sound so that his shout was barely heard, and provided an effective filter for the virus. "There may be others... Like me. Like him. Let me... let me help you!"

Yeoman frowned. "The UKChampions will be here soon kid. Let them sort it. Unless... this guy might have information for us to track down his buddies. The UKC are ok when it comes to hittin' people but only some of them have enough brain cells to actually figure stuff out. Do you have... I don't know... ANYTHING that might create a cure or maybe a hazmat suit for that guy so we can find out what he's on about?"