Prof Wynde and Wonder Man TEAM UP! Issue #1

Prof Wynde looked at the dust cloud spilling forth from the mountainside base with flames spewing forth from what was left of the hole!

The mountain appeared to have collapsed onto itself and Prof Wynde gaped. His friend was tough, more so than any other person he'd ever met even though some of the Lore Knights were able to take a beating but... could even he survive that?



More than that - how could he dig through all that to find Wonder Man?

As smoke filled the valley and explosions continued to go off inside the cave with occasional plumes of flame, he knew the base would not - for a long while at least - be available to launch attacks from against the allies.

That part of the mission was a success.

But at what cost?

OOC not spent Wonder Man's points yet...

Prof Wynde will try blowing off some of the top layers of rubble with focused directed wind blasts, maybe that will help Wonderman dig out of the ruins. Guy seems to like being buried under tons of rubble. This is the second or third time it happened.

It was slow going with the wind blowing up blinding dust and having to focus on singular rocks where they were bigger and to avoid flinging rocks about - even into Prof Wynde himself.

The Amulet he wore still provided some protection but would not take damage meant for him even though it made him more resistant. He knew it would be a short term solution but it had saved his life several times up to now and repairing or replacing it with something better was an attractive option. Somehow.

Minutes later he started to make headway and saw the entrance of the hanger area, albeit one filled with collapsed rocks and rubble.

Using a tornado to suck up rocks and rubble then guide it to a distant point to pile it up Prof Wynde turned to the mountain of rocks knowing it would take hours to dig through and that he might be doing the Nazis work for them and clearing the space for the base to be reused. Well he could out the rocks back once he found his friend!

Then he saw rocks starting to move in front of him.

The problem was, whoever was moving those rocks... friend ... or foe?

Stand back so any rocks that might be thrown by whoever or whatever is under them won't hit him. Then watch and wait.

Thoom!Thoom!Thoom!Thoom!Thoom!

With the final THOOM! an explosion of rocks and debris flew upwards and outwards from the hole in the mountain as a great white fist smashed through and into the open air!

An arm followed, then a shoulder and the brutish massive form of the white skinned creature crashed outwards and the seven foot plus monstrous white skinned beast stepped out into the air!



With dust pouring off him the creature was enraged, and looking about for something to SMASH!

A hundred yards away (5APs) Prof Wynde saw the creature stumble from the rocks and knew - without doubt - that just one punch from those massive fists would crush his body!

"Well, that's not Wonderman," Prof. Wynde joked to himself. "Unless he got a really bad haircut while under the mountain and that's dust making his skin white. Let's see if I can take him down."


Prof. Wynde flies up to about 20' [1 ap range] above the creature and attempts to blast it with his Magic Blast.

Devastating attack. And now we will see how well Accuracy will work out for him, assuming he gets initiative and not smash to bits if he doesn't.

The creature roared as its target rose into the air, the man in the turban replacing the lower half of his body with a whirlwind, seemingly!

OOC Magic Blast 11+ Accuracy 4D + Roll(6d12)+0: 6,3,4,5,7,2,+0 Total:13 (no doubles, doesn't come up too often but ...) (24) vs
OV3 + Range 1 + Dev Attack 8 + Roll(2d12)+0: 5,1,+0 Total:6 (18)
+3 (to 14 EV) vs RV10 - 12 Dev Attack (Rv-2)=16 RAPs. The creature is DOWN and OUT!

With a soul searing blast the menace the creature represented was ended as it crashed face first into the dust and dirt, throwing up a cloud around it!

The hole it had made in the mountain to get out might lead him closer to Wonder Man... or to a trap with the other bad guys in there ready to pounce! In a confined space Prof Wynde would struggle, his combat abilities fine when presented against ordinary people and these were anything but ordinary!

Still, his friend was down there, still alive... he hoped...

Gathering up some branches, leaves, moss and torn up cloth, Prof. Wynde makes some homemade torches. Pulling out a lighter from the supplies that they had gathered, he places it in his turban within easy reach.

"Ok, that should handle some of the lighting issues," he mumbles, trying to think of whatever else he will need before entering a dark tunnel leading down into a collapsed base where the tunnel might collapse on top of him, crushing him or collapsing behind him, trapping him under the earth and slow suffocating. "Man! Am I being morbid or what? Better bring some water too. Just in case. And a first aid kit."

After gathering up his gear, he cautiously enters the tunnel, on the lookout for any booby traps or ambushes.

Prof Wynde moved into the darkness... and it WAS dark. Pitch black.

The rocks around, lit by the branches he'd formed into a torch, looked very unsteady. Ready to come down.

At any time.

Dust and tumbling pebbles made him jump at every turn and he had to crouch going forward, which suggests the giant he'd just dropped had to crawl out on his hands and knees. Still, the brute had been a 'unit' so to speak and the space was enough that Prof Wynde didn't struggle with claustrophobic thoughts. The thought of crouching through a tunnel ready to drop at any moment could unnerve anyone!

He kept going, glancing about and hoping his air powers might hold the ceiling of this caved in tunnel off enough for him to get out but suspecting they may not...

And the tunnel came to an end, dust billowing as if it were recently collapsed.

His torch was burning erratically now, the air thinning out a little and he had to juggle it some to keep it burning.

The rocks in front of him appeared to have collapsed inwards and he was now in a tunnel, in the dark, ready to be crushed under thousands of tons of rock!

More than that, dust and pebbles constantly fell about him. This place could go at ANY time!

Using his magical powers to control the air, Prof. Wynde sucked air from outside, down the tunnel to him in order to breath more easily and provide needed air for the torch. He also used it to blow away the swirling dust. He looked up to see if the cave-in had opened up a room or hallway or something above him on not.

ooc: Trying to go up over or around the cave-in. Not sure if trying to blast it clear with an air blast would come under "good idea" or not.

Prof Wynde was pretty smart but he didn't know how smart it would be to use his powerful stronger than gale force wind to try to blast through the rocks.

They appeared to be holding the roof - made of rocks - up as they pushed against each other and removing just one could make the whole thing collapse inwards like a house of cards!

More than that - if the super villains or Wonder Man dislodged any rocks they may come in at any time on top of Prof Wynde! The amulet made him resistant to bullets but hundreds of tons of rocks were another matter!

As more dust and pebbles started to crumble from the 'roof' above him he started to get a creeping bad feeling about this...

He'd failed to find another way in before but that seemed a more sensible option right now! Or he could move back and start the laborious process of moving rock with his cyclones and hope the big guy he'd dropped didn't get up any time soon or that more nazi agents didn't turn up to help!

Or he could press on, pushing deeper into a mountain which could fall on him at any time!

If a pathway can be found to go deeper, he will do so. If not, retreat back up and go back to slowly blowing up layers of rock, dirt and reinforced concrete and dig down that way.

If Prof Wynde were stronger and more durable than he was the way to push on through the boulders and rocks blocking the way may be possible.

As it was, the risks were too great. He'd be no good to his friend if he himself was trapped or worse beneath thousands of tons of rock...

Leaving the collapsed cave entrance behind, Prof Wynde knew he had to find some other way in!

Scouring about and taking his time, he started checking bushes, rock faces, anything that may be camouflaged. Also he watched out for tracks that may suggest the people who manned this place came and went by another route...

OOC int 5 + 2D military Science (Camouflage) + Roll(4d12)+0: 6,9,3,3,+0 Total:6 DOUBLE plus Roll(2d12)+0: 11,5,+0 Total:22 (27) vs
OV8 + 2D Camouflage + Roll(4d12)+0: 6,7,1,2,+0 Total:13 (21)
+3 (to 9 Will) vs RV8=1 RAPs

1) This time round, in a different spot, Prof Wynde sees things from altitude and the faintest of tracks leads up to a solid looking rock wall face.

Moving up to the rock face Prof Wynde feels about, checks, looks... nothing.

Slumping onto a round foot high rock somewhat despondent he looks about. This was a beautiful part of the world made dangerous, as everywhere was now, because of the greed of man. With a sigh he got up to look about some more, determined to find *something* that would give him a clue as to...

OOC int 5 + Roll(2d12)+0: 4,11,+0 Total:15 (20) vs
OV3 + Roll(2d12)+0: 8,5,+0 Total:13 (16)
+3 (to 9 Will) vs Rv3=6 RAPs success

There. A piece of rope coiled under a bush. He moved over, glanced around and then ... pulled on the rope. A *click* and the rock face 'popped' from the cliff, a line around a 10' square section suggesting a doorway. He cautiously pulled and the door opened on well oiled hinges. Checking out the ground he saw that care had been applied to cover tracks and hide the entrance.

Inside the tunnel was square cut and supported with wood beams on the walls and ceilings along with flattened ground providing a smooth hard path that led down into the depths of the mountain. Lights along the walls were either out or flickering and the tunnel led into the depths of the mountain on a gentle slope...

Keeping his torches handy but unlit as long as some light was provided by the flickering lights, Prof. Wynde went down the tunnel as quietly as he could.

Even down here it was dusty on the other side of the mountain. It would have taken hours to walk around but flying reduced that to less than a minute.

With light from the exterior waning as the day draws to a close lights along the walls came on automatically.

The corridor led deep with a gradual slope until it opened to a cave where a large (10' + high) pair of doors opened into the base proper. Prof Wynde peered around the corner and saw what appeared to be two dark clad humans dressed in black armour. Not far off a 'Star Wars Stormtrooper' actually, but they looked alert, weren't talking and held two mean looking rifles as they stood guard.

Prof Wynde watched them for a good minute from his vantage point about 100' away but they didn't move, complain or even speak to each other. They were looking about, occasionally in his direction where he stood peering from around a corner. To get into the base he'd have to get past them.

"Either well-trained troops or possibly Cylons disguised as Storm Troopers," Prof. Wynde murmured to himself. "Don't hear any sounds of fighting so Wonderman either isn't here or has lost the fight and is captured. Whatever is behind that door needs to be taken care of sooooo ... Wind blast the two or try Magic Blast? If they are robots, magic blast won't work and I give away any advantage of surprise I might have."

"Let's try zipping in and wind blasting them, knocking them back into the walls for a bit more damage and see what that does to them."

ooc: Fly in closer and wind blast the two [2 AP wide blast should cover them both], knocking them away from the doors and into the walls next to the doors.

Swooping up prof Wynde had no problem catching them on the hop though they smoothly unslung bazooka like rifles that Prof Wynde was sure would hurt if they zapped him!

OOC Air Control 10 + 4D accuracy Roll(6d12)+0: 5,6,10,12,5,8,+0 Total:10 DOUBLE plus Roll(2d12)+0: 4,7,+0 Total:21 (31)
Ov6 + Roll(2d12)+0: 2,10,+0 Total:12 (18) +5 (to 15) vs RV6=9 RAPs knockback less weight 2 (7AP knockback attack)
Av7 + Roll(2d12)+0: 6,11,+0 Total:17 (24) vs
OV6 + Roll(2d12)+0: 3,11,+0 Total:14 (20) +3 (to 10) vs RV6=Guard #1 takes 4 RAPs and is on Body 2/6

OV6 + Roll(2d12)+0: 7,11,+0 Total:18 (24) +4 (to 14) vs RV6=8 RAPs knockback less weight 2
AV6 + Roll(2d12)+0: 9,12,+0 Total:21 (27) vs
OV6 + Roll(2d12)+0: 8,7,+0 Total:15 (21) +3 (to 9EV) vs RV6=3 Damage Guard #2 on Body 3/6

Flinging the pair of them aside Prof Wynde hopes they'd smash into the wall and stay down... but they get up, take aim, and FIRE!

OOC AV6 + 3D Weaponry + Roll(5d12)+0: 5,2,2,8,11,+0 Total:4 DOUBLE plus Roll(2d12)+0: 7,10,+0 Total:21 (27) vs
OV8 + range 0 (Tele vision) + Roll(2d12)+0: 8,2,+0 Total:10 (18)
+4 (to 15) vs RV10=5 RAPs damage. Prof Wynde is on Body 1/6

Av6 + 3D weaponry + Roll(5d12)+0: 1,2,1,9,10,+0 Total:3 Guard #2 ENERGY BLAST BURNED OUT

The first zaps Prof Wynde in the chest, spinning him about and flinging him forty feet backwards through the air, the second... CLICK CLICK nothing!

Prof Wynde was in trouble! One more zap like that and he was a gonna!

OOC you win initiative...

Wind blast them both again.

OOC Air Control 10 + 4D accuracy Roll(6d12)+0: 2,10,6,11,5,12,+0 Total:23 (33) vs

OV6 + Roll(2d12)+0: 8,4,+0 Total:12 (18) +5 (to 15) vs RV6=9 RAPs knockback less weight 2 (7AP knockback attack)
AV7 + Roll(2d12)+0: 4,6,+0 Total:10 (17) vs
OV6 + Roll(2d12)+0: 12,7,+0 Total:19 (25) No damage

OV6 + Roll(2d12)+0: 8,7,+0 Total:15 (21) +5 (to 15) vs RV6=9 RAPs knockback less weight 2 (7AP knockback attack)
AV7 + Roll(2d12)+0: 2,8,+0 Total:10 (17) vs
OV6 + Roll(2d12)+0: 3,7,+0 Total:10 (16) +1 (to vs RV6=2 RAPs damage Guard #2 in on Body 1/6

Prof Wynde is in trouble!

AV6 + 3D Weaponry Roll(5d12)+0: 8,11,12,5,8,+0 Total:16 DOUBLE plus Roll(2d12)+0: 2,10,+0 Total:28 (34) vs
OV8 + range 0 (Tele vision) + Roll(2d12)+0: 12,7,+0 Total:19 (27)
+4 (to 15) vs RV10=5 RAPs. Prof Wynde goes DOWN and is OUT! (Not enough HP to stay on his feet)

Darkness.

Distant voices. Not English.

OOC Comprehend Languages 12 + Roll(2d12)+0: 10,7,+0 Total:17 (29) vs
OV4 (same continent/area, close enough that it's not OV8) + Roll(2d12)+0: 1,10,+0 Total:11 (15)
+5 (to 17EV) vs RV4=13 RAPs. 8 hours he can understand Italian...

"Who is he?"

"I don't know."

"What happened? How did he get in? Why is he wearing a turban?"

"I DON'T KNOW! It's... something to do with the Nazis. And those creepy guys in black that don't say anything. Have you noticed they don't ... fidget... speak... smoke?"

A pause then "Shhh. They might be able to hear you."

"Do you think he can help us?"

Prof Wynde winced. That blast hadn't been meant to kill him or he'd be dead by now. His limitations against anything with a soul were highlighted somewhat when he came up against robots. There'd been Snaga, Wonder Man, Major Oak even, all better suited to battering ADVENT's war machines than he had. And now he was...?

He opened an eye. The place was a VAST underground cave, a hanger, factory and munitions dump from the looks of it with dozens of workers toiling away shifting rocks and rubble from one end.

Careful, he looked about and saw the large metal doors he'd been on the other side of. He was inside now. With dozens of Italian soldiers and workers and half a dozen or more of those nasty ADVENT robot guards that had pummelled him!

Moving only incrementally, Prof. Wynde checked to see if anything was broken and to see if he was restrained in anyway. He kept his eyes slitted so as to appear still unconscious. He listened and watched, trying to figure out what was going on around him.

Nothing appeared broken - though the ADVENT robots could have easily finished him off had they so desired!

It seemed to Prof Wynde that the enemies were intrigued and interested by the superhumans they came up against and rather than destroy such a rare and valuable resources he was more likely to be captured and studied, even tortured or experimented on. Hardly much better than being killed outright though!

He lay still and listened.

"Something happened. They say an invader entered the hanger and broke off one of the main cavern support struts."

"Like Samson in the bible?"

"Yes. Except Samson wasn't dressed in red and didn't wear yellow underpants on the outside. Then some others arrived and the man in red had to leave."

"Where did he go?"

"Under the cave roof with all the others including the great white ghost man who looked big and stupid and scary."

"So they are all dead?"

"For sure. No one could survive that. We are digging for survivors but no real chance of finding any."

Prof Wynde sagged. Could Fred Carson, his friend, Wonderman really be dead?

Curious as to why he wasn't bound or put in a cell of any kind, Prof. Wynde finally sat up to get a better gander at what and who was around him.

Two guards near him who'd been chatting about some girls in the village as they smoked suddenly fumbled for rifles and moved to point them at Prof Wynde!

Ah, Italians. Nowhere near as efficient as Germans. More ... dramatic, with raised voices, gestures and passion. Less... efficient, attentive, driven... than German soldiers. Prof Wynde wonder if he could simply stroll out of here without the soldiers caring if a pretty girl walked past...

"Don't move!"

"We'll shoot!" said the other soldier.

Technicians looked over then got back to their task of clearing rocks.

"You are our prisoner!"

"No false moves!"

Prof Wynde then noticed something. The amulet, hanging around his neck. It was gone! Those rifles all of a sudden seemed very threatening!

"Why am I your prisoner," Prof. Wynde tries asking reasonably while contemplating magic blasting the two of them while still looking around for anything interesting. "And what constitutes a "False Move"? I mean if I was the stretch or scratch my head or stand-up, would those be false moves?"

The guards looked at each other. Then one replied "We don't know who you are, only that a Captain said we were to watch you and shoot you if you made a move."

"If we ask too many questions we have to peel potatoes." said the other.

"A LOT of potatoes." admitted the first.

They chatted to each other, then decided. "You can stretch, scratch and stand up but can't move. And once you've done that you need to sit down." said the first.

"And behave." said the other.

"And not talk." said the first. They both agreed that they were great guards and wouldn't have to peel potatoes so long as the prisoner behaved until the Captain came back.

Prof Wynde looked about. He winced as he saw two of the robotic guards moving the heavier rocks. No magic blast on them. Without the amulet he'd not last long against those guns... Even ordinary guns would hurt. He wasn't bullet proof, but he was much tougher than ordinary people.

With a glance about and a count up... he reckoned seven potential targets who could bring weapons to bear readily. Apart from the two standing guard, three others were working/looking in his general direction. IF he could drop five, he might have enough time to slip away. He glanced at the pile of rocks and rubble from the cave in. Somewhere under there was probably his friend. He was starting to get the feeling that maybe Wonder Man didn't escape this one...