Katherine snarls at the now healed 'fin' and also strikes out with a wild downward strike in an attempt to cleave into it.
"Would you just die already, Lex gut this damn fish!"
Angel joins in the melee, launching a renewed attack against the fin, but her attack is mistimed.
(+3 for gang-up)
Paradigm carries a stoic face, though inside is a boiling maelstrom of frustration. Searching his internal database, he decides to try one more trick.
Enkidu viciously attacks the creature, each one of his 3 attacks doing massive amounts of damage, and the thing goes downand stays down.
Combat is over!
What do you do?
Kathrine seeing the mutant die to the beast, impaled it one last time in the head before reaching over and patting the philosoraptor on the snout with a tarnished not so light gray glove. "Damn fine job there Rapto. Now Jack care to tell me what that ghost stuff is all.." she notices Angel, "Your working with an angel now too? Or are you just a meta with wings? Please just be a super winged person."
She was wearing her helmet a solid crack in the visor likely from where Heavy Hitta had attacked her earlier. The overcoat she wore was dirty and covered in dull spray paints with various depictions, and the sword she held triumphantly in the fin's 'skull' was embellished with runes that gave those who read them a slight chill. Slising the blade out of the corspe with and flick of the tail and wrist she looked on. "Alright so..Raptor, Angel, Ghost, Giant, Occult madman, and a dude with lots of money. Good group jack, good group."
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"Um, Thomas, actually," Thomas says, becoming Visible and hovering there, favoring her with a smile and taking a bow. "I, uh, I don't warrant anything so cool as a nickname. I guess you 'could' call me something like that, like, Ghost, or Specter...even, I guess, 'Wraith'......nah, those are dumb. Just Tom is fine.
I guess we get to set charges and leave now?"
"My name is condemned to my past. I am now, and ever shall be, the Dark Angel. My powers were granted by God and I use them in pursuit of justice."
The woman shuffled so her feet were together again. Pulling the blade free from the corspe she hummed. "I... wasn't meaning your names, i meant what you are. I though you, Tom, were a ghost of some kind. You've really done nothing to dissuade me from this quite yet, but i agree Wraith would be kind of neat, i'd go for Gheist myself, but Tom works just as well, it's certainly better than that dweeb Phineas Phantom from before the invasion."
Her head shifted towards angel, it was hard to follow her exact gaze though. "You however answered very upfront with that zeal about god and all... but Dark angel? Lady Vengence woulda been kinda cool, either way since yoyr an angel, let's play nice until we get out of here. I think Heavy was carrying some of the C-6 explosives." she pointed to hee and CrackerJack's large fallen ex-ally.
The Philosoraptor shifts into the shape of a hulking, hairy man. He is probably about 7 feet tall, and roped with more muscle than any three men should be entitled to; like a caveman that OD'd on steroids and worked out every minute of every day.. He looks vaguely middle eastern, but nothing you could pin a nationality to.
"I am Enkidu, the wild man. The form of every beast ever to walk the earth is mine to command."
He looks around the chamber, at the two corpses so recently ripped apart. His hands (formerly claws), are bloody to the elbow, as are both feet. He tastes the blood on one hand absently, but makes no move to bother cleaning himself.
"Finishing this mission sounds good."
"Paradigm." It is the only response given as he goes to work seeing if there is a way to preserve at least some of the now deceased experiment's DNA.
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Tom seems nervous and hovers from foot to foot. "Um, I'm an infiltrator. Like, THE Infiltrator. I can become Tangible, I'm just not, because I just met you.
No matter who you are, no matter what the building is, I can get into the place, read your thoughts, take over your life and your looks, and then get out with nothing to stop me. Probably leaving some bodies in my wake.
Like a wise man once said,
I'm the best there is at what I do...
but what I do...
...isn't
...very nice."
Crackerjack begins rifling through HeavyHitta's corpse.
"You'd better be right about this, Hellion, we need those explosives found." he trails off a second as he searches.
"Someone needs to grab the Aberrant Fin's corpse for me as well. Alas I can't just portal it out any more."
Hrungir picks up the body and disappears into the Bifrost.
He reappears several moments later.
The corpse is in the freezer back in the lair. he says in his gravely voice.
I am Hrungir the Destined.
Helion shrugged, "After the hit she gave me the other day, anything could be possible. She may even have dropped it when she was going crazy." Her free hand came up and pointed to the crack in her visor as if to make a point. "Honestly i'm lucky to have stayed hidden from her that long, though she never was the brightest tool. Oh right, as for introductions. I'm Helion, half-demon hunter of all things supernatural, thouh i'm always in with super-humanity amd seeing as your down here i take it you are all also working for Double D?"
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"Okay, see, that's another thing I can do. It goes along with the 'go anywhere literally anywhere' kinda thing.
I'll go float around and try to find your forlorn blow-ups.
Man if I had super speed this would be TIGHT."
Tom goes Invisible and starts looking through the rest of the base making sure they didn't miss anything valuable.
Oh, he also looks for Helion's explosives.
Crackerjack knows where the explosive charges are, and where (according to Dr. Destruction) to place them around the base.
Thomas - you see lots of sciency equipment, but nothing innately valuable.
What are y'all doing?
A thought occurs to Enkidu, and he starts looking around at the equipment with added interest.
If they were doing genetic modification down here, that opens up a world of possibilities.
"Thomas, do you see any gene manipulation tech down here? Genetic research in human labs has been almost completely shut down by the Visori, and the tech is really hard to come by up there. If they have any, it might actually give me a chance to get access to the therapy for my condition!"
Hummed a bit and looked at her sword. "All these years and you won't wake up." she moved around to Heavy Hitta and started digging in her gear as well. "Sorry chunky, really wish you hadn't gotten goo-brained."
After rifling through her gear she folded her hands on HH's chest bowing her head, "ut animam tuam pacem invenies."
"We've gotta find where this thing came from, where's Electro?"
"We've gotta find where this thing came from, where's Electro?"
Crackerjack shrugs.
"On the floor back there somewhere, unless something ate his corpse already, which seems unlikely."
Thomas - please make a Smart-4 check to be able to recognize gene-mod equipment.
Hellion finished her prayer for the fallen and stood looking to Enkidu and Paradigm. "Ya know i bet they've got the details on all their experiments on a computer or whatever the V'sori use. Might be a good idea to look for something like that and get into that room over there." She pointed towards the room beyond where Heavy hitta, the fin, and herself came from.
Hellion stands and stretches grabbing her sword and starting towards the final room, "Well we aren't gonna get anything done sitting here with our thumbs up our... well come on." She looked to the others and then ventured into the final room.
Paradigm was busy going over what little he could figure out from the samples he took before Hrungnir took the Super Fin's body back to their base. "Fascinating. V'sori genetech and we have samples of it." Realizing the others are speaking, he nods, "Oh, yes, let's dig in to their computers and see how much we can get from them."
Paradigm then finds the nearest console and hacks in.
Paradigm, that roll got you past the passwords and firewalls. Now roll vs. Smarts-2 to find any useful information.
"Easy as Vedic math," Paradigm muses to himself as he goes through the files that he finds.
Paradigm finds files which seem to be related to genetics modifications, but unless he's knowledgeable in that area, he really can't understand what they're saying.
Anyone else doing anything specific?
The room that HeavyHitta and the "Fin" came from appears to be a well-equipped genetics lab. All sorts of equipment (portable and not) line the walls and benches of the room, as well as the computer console that Paradigm is at. In the center is a table with straps on it, where apparently victims...er, test subjects, were experimented on.
Paradigm will download the files to his memory system and go over them later. "We're going to need some assistance going over these, but it could help us fight them in the future. I have a feeling this isn't the last one we've seen."
Crackerjack, meanwhile, spends some time tinkering with his gear while the others fiddle around with computers and finally gets his PDA working again
He tries to jack into the complex's security cameras to prevent any future ambushes.
Hellion looks around and turns to the room they just came from, "Hey Raptor dude I think this might be what we're looking for. How long do you think it'd take to rip anything we can reliably transport outta here?"
Hrungir says What do you wish transported?
Looked to the big gray man blowing a raspberry, "Pfft as if I know what the ner-Good doctors want, I honestly have no idea what any of this is, just looks too fancy to be scrap metal ya know."
Hellion began to rut around the room in search of anything of interest perhaps HeavyHitta's missing explosives?
Enkidu will gladly rip out any equipment that's bolted to the floor or walls. There's also lots of suitcase-sized equipment just sitting on the benches. If Hrungir must be able to lift it, he could take about 3/4 of the equipment back to the lair. I'll give him 10 minutes to do that...
Crackerjack knows where the explosive charges are, and where (according to Dr. Destruction) to place them around the base. That'll also take about 10 minutes. He sees no more threats thru the video being streamed to his PDA.
Anyone doing anything else?
Aside from checking out the equipment in between the giant's teleportation Hellion waits quietly while Jack spills the beans about the explosives so they can hurry up and plant them.
Hellion approached the tiny giant after his latest trip, "Hey big guy wanna answer an age old question i've had about your kind? Was it you or the ancient dwarves who first crafted Ice-branded steel? When I was little I kept reading different stories on the subject. Also do you know any Elves?
Hrungir answers Elves are shiftless beings who know only play and ephemeral pleasure.
Ok, so the charges are planted, the equipment and the "Fin" have been taken back to the headquarters. Crackerjack pushes the button on the charges' remote control, giving you all 10 minutes to get clear. Going back to the docking area, there's the ship the original team came in, and the ship the rest of you came in, so there's room enough for everyone. You're a fair distance away from the lab when you feel a shock wave thru the water rock your ships back and forth more than a little bit, but not enough to damage anything.
Where are you going to "land" the ships? There's a radio comms that allow the two groups to talk to each other.
Content that he has downloaded all he can to his memory, Paradigm joins the others as they leave the facility behind. He welcomes the aftershock of the explosion as they leave. "That should keep them busy for a while. We should probably head back and see about these results. I have a feeling that wasn't the only place they were creating those things."
There could be tracking devices on the subs, but the place you took yours from is probably now swarming with Fin from your attack on it.
There could be tracking devices on the subs, but the place you took yours from is probably now swarming with Fin from your attack on it.
"So we taking thid thing to the surface and slapping it on autopilot away? I'm sure DD would love his sub back though. Also, no fish camera's on here right?"
Hellion takes off her tinted helmet and holds it in her lap during the trip. Her skin is a medium shade of red with naturally black hair dyed a myriad of neon colors. It falls down one side of her head but it's shaved short on the other side giving her a definitive punk style. Her eyes glowed dimly like mostly spent embers but had a slight violet hue to her iris. She held her helmet with one hand and scratched at her scalp under the feign of boredom
"I can fly back," Angel suggests, aching to stretch her wings.