Justice League Generations (Inactive)

Game Master tumbler

Sinter tries to say something to his compatriots, but vacuum doesn't really work with his method of vibrating air to talk, so he says nothing. He can however hear the radios the others are using to communicate. Hearing Imagine's comment, he decides to blast away at Mongal.

power attack 5
to hit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

toughness save: 1d20 ⇒ 3 vs DC 32 Don't know Mongal's save

Shale has one of the Justice League armoured space-suits donned with a thousandth of a second of when he unbuckles his seat. Naturally, he was forced to take one of the Jet-Pack models, even through the idea of maneuvering under a power other than his own kinda rankled.

He runs the system check as he did before during his training, though truth be told, this would be the first time he'd actually fought in a vacuum or micro-gravity. As the Justice League generally tries to play to the strengths of their members when making assignments, zero-G endeavours had not previously made much sense for the speedster. Of course, this was an all-hands-on-deck kind of situation. He was still both super strong and nearly indestructible; both handy traits in any fight.

tumbler: Let me know if these suits might have any blasters or such on them, or if the Javelin had an armoury for Leaguers that use such things. If so, he'll grab some sort of range weapon, like a blaster rifle. As well, let me know a reasonable top speed for the jet packs.

Equipped and ready, he moved to the airlock with the others. As the doors opened, he though briefly about using his last contact with a substantial object to give himself a little starting boost to his speed, but thought better of it.

Better not; 6000 lbs of mass pushing off from the ship at any reasonable speed would probably knock the whole craft off course.

Instead, he activated the suit's thrusters, heading out at its maximum speed.

Really? This is maximum speed? Damn it. I guess mass and power are my best tools in this fight.

Aiming himself for the biggest, dumbest, ugliest, and hopefully slowest one of the hoard he spot, Shale aims to slam into him, striking out with a lightning fast rabbit punch, and then snaring the alien into a fierce grapple (via Improved Grab).
Punch w/All-Out Attack: 1d20 + 12 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 12 + 5 = 24 (Save DC Toughness 27)
Grapple: 1d20 + 9 + 12 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 9 + 12 + 4 = 34
For defense, grapple check is Attack Bonus + Strength Bonus + Super Strength rank + Size modifier (+4 per category)

If he's a minion and gets knocked out, Shale will grapple anyway, since he'll probably be my weapon against the next target...

As far as details about things like Javelins and space suits, or whatever else comes up that is reasonable, you guys can feel free to design those things and submit them for my and the group's approval. Obviously, you can't have spacesuits as equipment that offer ranks of things similar to maxxed out heroic levels, but if you want to have a space suit that offers flight 3 and life support, I'm fine with that. Honestly, I'm finding this campaign a little harder to administer than I expected, mostly because I didn't do a lot of prep work and builds in advance, so if you system wonks want to pick up some of my slack, I wouldn't mind at all.

At them same time, let me compliment all of you. You are either crazy or have not at all cheated by looking up stats for your current opponents considering the way you are charging at them.

Thanks for shattering my blissful ignorance...

This is why we're the D-Team.

Sinter unleashes a blast of plasma at Mongal, piercing her yellow force field and blasting into her face.

Mongal takes one bruise

Shale thrusts himself at Mongul #5 (there are 14) and punches him.

Mongul 5 Toughness: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (20) + 14 = 34

Mongul 5 Grapple: 1d20 + 26 ⇒ (20) + 26 = 46

Mongul 5 catches your fist in his hand, allowing the momentum of your movement and attack to slide past him and turn you around, retaining his hold on your fist and wrapping one hand around your chest, holding you like a hostage in a bank robbery. I'll have him try to grapple you on his turn, so for now this is just a description.

Robo, you want to run all of this as computer skill checks, or engage in something like a virtual combat to make it a little more fun?

Stepped in it, did I?

Shadow Star, Imagine, and Shudder, go ahead and take a shot before the Monguls go. High Speed Initiative is not one of their advantages.

here goes.

Seeing two of the monguys have gotten a bit too close together, I'll try to keep them busy.

1st monguy: 1d20 ⇒ 6
1st monguy, 2nd save: 1d20 ⇒ 18
2nd monguy: 1d20 ⇒ 5
2nd monguy, 2nd save: 1d20 ⇒ 17

I'm guessing the 5 and 6 fail, but a +4 or 5 beats on the second roll.

The Lex-Sec spread out into a wide-spread pattern (they drill in 3-D tactics) and use their battle-suits to establish themselves as stable firing platform.

"Target acquired. Double matrix pattern. Fire!" came Attero's orders to the security detail. A barrage of plasma bolts loosed from their tethers, seeking to thin the herd of Monguls.

Imagine, invis and intangible, looks at Mongul 5, thinking 'Oh, dude, someone has GOT to talk to you about your fashion sense. Those colors, they do not go together. Now how about I go ahead and make him start attacking his friends?'

Mongul 5 make a Will save vs DC 22 Mind Control or release grapple (free action) and attack nearest Mongul with strongest attack.

Odd John! What are you doing in space?

Robo, you want to run all of this as computer skill checks, or engage in something like a virtual combat to make it a little more fun?

I'm down for some virtual combat!

tumbler wrote:

Robo, you want to run all of this as computer skill checks, or engage in something like a virtual combat to make it a little more fun?

I'm down for some virtual combat!

I think we can reasonably treat the virus like an machine opponent. If you think of what is going on sort of like the way Ultron attacks Jarvis in Age of Ultron, but with lots of little virus strands attacking the computers and VICTOR/Cyborg defending, that is the general idea. I'll riff on whatever you come up with. I have stats for the virus.

Neil takes a long deep breath and grimaces in pain as the nanites that make up his power armor seeps back into his skin. 6 seconds. It's always 6. One of the first times he integrated the nanites into his body, he pushed it too far and nearly flayed himself alive. On national television. He kept his composure rather well but he could feel himself bleeding from every pore beneath the armor. He learned a very valuable lesson in patience, and also testing things before public demonstrations. He gives his body a quick shake before taking a seat.
"All right, VICTOR, let's see what you've got for me this ti---
Neil falls back, hitting the ground, in a convulsive fit. His nanite arm and leg begin to twitch violently, sporadically changing forms. Mentally accessing VICTOR's mainframe made him susceptible to whatever was attacking the system.

"Dr. Raval! Get out b-b-before it infects you too!" Vic Stone's familiar voice yells out to him. Victor had been a dear colleague, more a mentor, during Neil's early years. When Victor decided to fully digitize, Neil was among a select few chosen to assist.

"No way, Vic! I can't let you take this alone!"

"It thinks you're apart of my system. It won't stop until it takes both of us over." Victor's disembodied voice replies.

"Well, we're not going to let that happen. Distract them and I'll come up with a countermeasure!"

Now mentally trapped in the digital recesses of VICTOR's mainframe, Neil dons his SCEPTER armor.

To be honest, most of that movie is a blur to me. Blinking lights, was it? I really need to see it again. I can't help but think of Tron.

Youtube link

Aw dang I didn't even think to YouTube it. Well damn.

Shadow Star wraps two of the Monguls (Mongul 3 and 4) in tendrils of inky darkness.

suffering -2 to attacks and Def and a -4 to dex, as well as being at 1/2 speed.

LexCorps blasts race across the near vacuum, lancing into several Monguls or flying by them. Even the ones that connect cannot penetrate their tough alien hide.

And a Will save from Mongul 5 vs. Mind Control

Mongul 5 Will Save: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (7) + 14 = 21

So close, Mongul 5, so close

Mongul 1 levels a Plasma Minigun at the attacking LexCorp security and walks it across 5 of them. The plasma bolts slam into their armor, casting blobs of melted armor plates in all directions as armor outgasses before automated systems kick in to maintain atmosphere.

All of the attacks hit, with two of the five making saves. I thought I would describe a bit, but run with it Imagine.

Mongul 3 Combat Gloves
creates glowing violet shield with his glove, protecting himself from attacks.

Mongul 11 Proton Grenade Launcher
Retreats away from the attackers 1000 feet.

Mongul 12 becomes invisible

Wow, that was exhausting. I'm going to let you guys interpret those and write up what happens to you on your turn. At least now I have all of the basics typed out.

And finally, Mongal goes after her Yellow Ring rival. She decides to go straight for a brute force attack (not so creative, the Mongul family). She shapes the yellow force field around her into a torpedo shape and soars toward Shudder.

Mongal attack: 1d20 + 13 ⇒ (5) + 13 = 18

Unfortunately, her lack of control forces her to overshoot her target.

"Brace for impact!" Forzare calls, seconds before the rocket slams into the Javelin.

Toughness: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (15) + 10 = 25

Does that succeed?

DC is 29, so fails by 4

How does that impact the ship? Do vehicles/objects have the same track of Bruised/Staggered/Unconscious or whatever?[/ooc]

Damage to Objects
Objects are only affected by lethal damage. They do not suffer nonlethal
damage conditions.
• An “injured” object is damaged and suffers the normal –1 penalty per
condition further Toughness saves.
• A “disabled” object is badly damaged. Disabled equipment and
devices no longer function, while disabled barriers have holes
punched through them, and other disabled objects may be bent,
deformed, or otherwise damaged.
• A “dying” object is destroyed. Damaged and disabled objects can be
repaired. It’s up to the GM whether or not a destroyed object is repairable;
if it is, the difficulty of the Craft check is the same as creating
an entirely new item.

So the ship takes 1 injury, a -1 on future toughness checks

Sinter manages to tag the boss lady with his first blast, and a minion diverts to avenge her. He wields a laser sword in a vicious 2 handed swing which harmlessly passes through Sinter's body of animated plasma.

Sinter thinks some slightly witty repartee to himself since he can't make noise in vacuum.
Swing and a miss, Strike one!
Think that would work better out loud.

Knowing the minion can't hurt him, he ignores the minion and sends another blast at Mongal.

power attack
to hit: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16

toughness save: 1d20 ⇒ 8 no effect.

But the blast simply glances off the yellow torpedo construct.

"These guys are packing some heavy weaponry! Anothe rhit like that and we might not make it!"[b] Forzare calls over his shoulder.

[b]"Do you guys still want to be up here? I can survive in space but I don't know about you guys."

Meanwhile, at the Hall of Justice

The lights that represent the virus turn green and violet as they form something like a cloud of embers swirling around Captain Robo, pressing against his defenses. Within the computer system, the Captain moves at supernatural speeds, but so does the virus, locked in a high speed battle, probing for weakness.

Virus attack: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21

The virus comes close, a whisper of violet light making contact with Robo's armor before being rebuffed.

Back in meatspace, Redwood waits nervously. The Shield seems to have wandered off somewhere in the bowels of the Hall. Or perhaps he hopped on the Javelin at the last moment. As she wonders, she hears a strange sizzling noise and sees a golden light flash, then the appearance of two strange individuals. For a moment, she mistakes the silhouette of the larger on for Superman and is about to breathe a sigh of relief before she realizes that one side of his body appears to be robotic, his skin is a jewelike purple, and the half of his head that is not robotic has long, darker purple hair swept to the side.

The smaller figure is metallic gold and floating in the air to the right of not-Superman. It reminds her of the pretty girl robot from that WALL-E movie, even down to the scanning beam that plays around the Hall as she watches on.

Not-Superman says"Rebel Command, the Martians have been neutralized but are still alive, one of the heroes who I believe to be Technomancer is engaged with your virus inside the computers. The rest of them appear to have taken the fight to Amber Squad, except for Giganta."

Then a reply broadcast from the robot, a familiar voice you can't quite place: "Ignore the size changer. She is clearly not The Monarch, and is therefore of no consequence. Make sure the computer is finished off and return with the Technomancer. Rebel 1 out."

Does "Submit Post" mean "Delete everything you just typed" in some language I don't know about? Here we go again...

Shocked for a split second in regards to his enemy's apparent skill, Shale fortunately has the benefit of a highly relative relationship with time, and therefore has as much time as he could possibly want to get over his surprise. Being held in the classic Human-shield position doesn't leave him any great deal of options, but he is far from defenseless. Bringing the point of his elbow up into the face of the man behind him, he throws a blindingly fast barrage of strikes into the alien's brutish face. However, being held tight, there is little he can do to escape the sword wielding alien's attack.

Barrage Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30
Toughness vs. Laser Sword: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (12) + 15 = 27

The laser sword beats into the grappled hero, slicing into his pressure suit and into the flesh below. He'd have gasped if he'd still had atmosphere to breathe, but with the suit ruptured, the air sprayed out, white mist against the black backdrop of space. Mere seconds later however, the nanofibres in the suit were weaving themselves back together, and the suit pressurized mere moments later.

As an attack 20 previously struck, it should be sufficient to max-out the bonus on his Autofire attack, and is a Critical for Shale via Improved Crit. As a result, the Toughness DC for Mongul 4 is 37.
Mongul's Toughness Save: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18
Failure by 19: Unconscious.

Striking again and again, Shale's elbow first draws blood from the man's brow, then cheek, then lip, and so on as his powerful resistance is beaten down. In the space of a moment, his nose is crushed, front teeth knocked free, and his face reduced to so much paste. The man's limbs go limp as his whole body goes slack, and his hold of the hero relaxes.

Now faced with just one opponent, Shale draws a dull metallic rod, about 30 cm long, off his belt; with a swift motion the device shifts growing longer and taking on shape. When done, it is a full length sword, double edged and more than four feet long. Apparently, this is the same sword he used before to destroy the tanks and the walker, but this time with a slightly different shape - more of a traditional two handed sword and more suited to dueling than the curved blade he sported before.

Meanwhile, at the Hall of Justice

The lights that represent the virus turn green and violet as they form something like a cloud of embers swirling around Captain Robo, pressing against his defenses. Within the computer system, the Captain moves at supernatural speeds, but so does the virus, locked in a high speed battle, probing for weakness.

Virus attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (18) + 12 = 30

The virus comes close, a whisper of violet light making contact with Robo's armor before being rebuffed.

Back in meatspace, Redwood waits nervously. The Shield seems to have wandered off somewhere in the bowels of the Hall. Or perhaps he hopped on the Javelin at the last moment. As she wonders, she hears a strange sizzling noise and sees a golden light flash, then the appearance of two strange individuals. For a moment, she mistakes the silhouette of the larger on for Superman and is about to breathe a sigh of relief before she realizes that one side of his body appears to be robotic, his skin is a jewelike purple, and the half of his head that is not robotic has long, darker purple hair swept to the side.

The smaller figure is metallic gold and floating in the air to the right of not-Superman. It reminds her of the pretty girl robot from that WALL-E movie, even down to the scanning beam that plays around the Hall as she watches on.

Not-Superman says"Rebel Command, the Martians have been neutralized but are still alive, one of the heroes who I believe to be Technomancer is engaged with your virus inside the computers. The rest of them appear to have taken the fight to Amber Squad, except for Giganta."

Then a reply broadcast from the robot, a familiar voice you can't quite place: "Ignore the size changer. She is clearly not The Monarch, and is therefore of no consequence. Make sure the computer is finished off and return with the Technomancer. Rebel 1 out."

Captain Robo acts quickly, tucking and rolling while calculating his next attack very carefully. His right arm takes on an amber glow as it powers up for an attack. Digital bytes of data pull themselves towards the charging energy. Robo swings his arm and blasts a stream of Anti-Virus applications against the green and violet cloud.

Virus Toughness: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22

The viral cloud recoils as if it is a living being, unintelligible swirls forming symbols and sigils as it contemplates this setback.

Virus takes a bruise and is stunned, so your turn again Robo. As this is taking place away from the other action and in a different timeframe, feel free to go whenever you are ready.

Basic Mongul Defenses(Not for Mongal) so you guys

Defense (To hit): 20
Toughness: +14, Impervious 12
Fort: +12
Ref:+10
Will: +14

Guys? Stay or retreat?

The security squad is caught in a withering cross fire of a rocket blasts and laser gatlings. The lasers cut through the thick protection of nearly half the entire unit, and several plasma rifles fall silent as the hardened troops are little match for the powerful Mongul horde. The rocket that follows catches a full half-squad in its blast-radius, and another trooper is overwhelmed, falling unconscious and drifting in space.

The suits of the fallen immediately kick into action, administering powerful stimulants and coagulants, cutting off the deathly effect of the futuristic weapons and keeping the troopers from death's door. After stabilizing the warriors, the suits keep pumping the bodies full of fluids and electrolytes, demanding that their broken bodies return to the fight.

Lex-Sec have Hard to Kill, so they go unc. with first wound, and might return to the fight with regen.

Even the survivors are not entirely untouched as the capacitors that keep the force-fields in place lose some of their potency with each hit. Each man knows that they'll need to keep this fight short, or face deadly peril.

They shift fire and concentrate on the greatest threat, Mongul #1 with the minigun.

Mongul 6 still needs to make a Toughness roll vs. Mongul 5's pistol attack, DC25

T +14: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (17) + 14 = 31 success

Imagine sighs. It turns out Mongul 5 wasn't that much fun after all. Now, that -other- handsome alien Mongul 14 with the Plasma Minigun, THAT was interesting! She releases number 5 and sees about grabbing that big hunka-hunka 14.
Will Save vs. MIND POWERS!: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18

Sighing contentedly, she directs him to strafe through the mongul ranks...those that are least either in range or visible, which seemed to be less than there used to be.

At last the blasters from the Lex Corp units travels the distance to impact the target, but only one manages to make contact...

Mongul #1 toughness: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24

...and it bounces off harmlessly.

Stats Lexsec: 1,out 2,out 3,out 4,out 5,15T 6,15T 7,16T, 816T, 9,out 10,16T

Robo takes the opening and launches another Vari-Beam chock full of Anti-Virus applications, along with anti-adware and anti-spyware to slow the virus down even more.
Vari Beam DC 27: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (7) + 12 = 19

Well it's my turn now

Blast at Mongal: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (5) + 12 = 17

If this the best you have to offer then I have nothing to fear

Taunt move action: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (1) + 18 = 19

As to the 'should we run' question, while I think we might be in over our heads, I don't really know that there's anyone else left dirtside who can stop these people. Thus I don't know that we have a choice.

I'm ok with receiving a good pummeling, if needs be, to act as Earth's last defense. Unless it were to regroup and come up with a new strategy, or to get reinforcements (which we don't have), then we may just have to go "Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English Earthly dead."

I'm not sure a better strategy exists for a space battle - most of us are not flyers, let alone deep space oriented; floating in micro-G and depending on a jetpack does not play to my powerset's strength. If we could lead them onto solid ground, or even into the atmosphere, I'd be all for it.

However, at the end of the day, their mooks are the same PL as us, and there are twice as many of them as us, so ya, this is probably at best a holding action. See how many we can take out before the rest overwhelm us.

However, as tumbler pointed out, sometimes the heroes have to get a good beating in Act 1 in order to pull it together for the miraculous win later...

*Secure Channel* "They are not fragile foes. We need to work together. Guard each other's backs and concentrate your efforts on your ally's opponents. We need to reduce their numbers or they will overwhelm us. There is no one else standing between them and Earth."

The main deal here is we're dependent on a vessel that is much, much more fragile than we are. If it goes down, everybody but me is f+&$ed. I can breathe in space, and may actually have enough Impervious to survive re-entry with all my bones shattered to a pulp since I'm immune to heat, but I don't think anyone else does.

Shudder is entirely space worthy. And could transport everyone else if he had to.

Sinter is just fine up here and on re-entry as well (immune to heat, flies). He can't transport people without burning them though.

I think shale could manage reentry if he had too. Slow fall, Air Walking, or just turning Intangible would likely allow him to avoid burning up.

Yeah, I have Slow Fall too. Forgot about that.

Defense (To hit): 20 Toughness: +14, Impervious 12
Fort: +12 Ref:+10 Will: +14

Mongul 7 Entangled Mongul 8 Entangled
= -2 to attacks and Def and a -4 to dex, as well as being at 1/2 speed

"Rinse and re-peat."

Reflex save vs. area effect
Mongul 7: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 11 failed
Mongul 8: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27 passed

Reflex save vs. Snare
Mongul 7: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12 failed
Mongul 8: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10 failed

Result: Both bound and helpless, with a further -5 to Def and, due to an extra on Shadow Snare, blinded.

"Bye-bye."

"Here goes nothing."

Not bothering with the wimpy plasma cannons, Forzare launches one of his stored rocks at maximum speed towards the rocket launcher wielding Mongul.

Attack: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

Toughness: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 19

Vs DC 27, so two degrees of failure.

He beans the buff mook right between the eyes with a particularly well aimed shot.

"Suck on that you yellow bastard."

GIGANTA?

"GIGANTA?"
The giant woman bellows as her nervousness is quickly replaced with a temper long bottled up for fear of her powers. She'd never spank her kids or unleash her abilities on any normal person. But these two looked like the furthest thing from normal and were probably overdue for a good paddling.
Debbie begins to crack the earth with an indignant stride, scooping up a nearby Chevy as she makes her way toward the new arrivals.

" ALRIGHT. I don't know who you folks think you are and I might be new to this whole hero thing, but I'm no stranger to dealing with troublemakers. "

She stops just before her next step would stomp the two into the cement and begins lightly tossing vehicle in her palm up and in the air like an oversized baseball. She let the moment hang in there for a few beats before putting on her best mom voice.

"SO. Two things are going to happen. A. You're NOT going to go anywhere near that Robo gentleman. And B. You're going to apologize for refering to me as that jaguar print flaunting psycho."

Intimidate: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28

Purple will save: 1d20 + 14 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 14 + 2 = 20

Just to make sure I'm clear, the purple guy isn't wearing any Kryptonian insignia and doesn't precisely look like Superman, not to the degree that Cyborg Superman does, for example. But his silhouette is remarkably like Superman.

Purple says to his companion, "She seems to disagree with your assertion that she is Giganta, and she also seems to think that she can prevent us from taking them. Can you defend yourself?"

The Eva clone replies, "At this point in the 21st century, there is an 86% chance that a size changing female human hero or villain encountered near the Hall of Justice is Giganta, either Doris Zuel, who is known as an adversary for the second Wonder Woman, Diana Prince, or a gorilla genetically manipulated by Grodd the First. My scans indicate that she is not a gorilla. If she is not Giganta, she may have additional abilities beyond growth and super strength, or Giganta may have developed differently in this timeline and have additional abilities. I would advise caution when dealing with her."

Purple turns to Debbie, nodding respect before taking to the air to rise up even with her head, "Dear Lady, forgive me. I see now that you are not a 'jag-u-ar printwearing psycho.' Perhaps we can begin again on a more friendly footing. My aid, here, indicated that you were a supervillain named Giganta. Clearly, that is not the case. I must insist, however, that we take your friend, the 'Robo gentleman' as you observed. We believe him to be the Technomancer, and our Commander has decreed that the inventor of nanoweave be brought before him. If you would feel more comfortable accomanying us, that could be arranged, but we will have to move quickly. If you resist, I will have to give my all to ensure that you do not stand in our way."