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Ah-Rekhmire "A wise decision."

Imagine:
The exact disposition of Mr. Luthor is a question of some interest to both Omega and the Invaders. I am afraid that I am unable to provide you the answers you are seeking.

Dr. Toxic Dr. Destruction nods in acknowledgment.

Psiclops Destruction answers you.. "Generally you will do as you choose. Occasionally tasks will be suggested to you. Sometimes they will not be suggestions. If you perform well you will be rewarded. Fail and you will be discarded."

As Destruction finishes speaking the transport touches down. The iris door and rear ramp open revealing the empty parking lot/delivery yard in an industrial area. There are buildings on all 4 sides with alleyways allowing access. All of the buildings are dark.

Destruction exits the craft and invites you to follow. MindJack remains seated.

{I am assuming you do.}

"You are at this moment free. I will contact you when you are needed. However you may find a secure shelter useful. Consider it your reward for the nights work."
At this moment a sign on one of the buildings lights up, it is up to you whether this sign is neon, video, backlit, or just spotlights illuminating painted wood. The sign reads "Black and Hensley Meats".

Destruction continues."Black and Hensley Meats originally belonged to the Spider{see campaign page}. It was used intermittently by Alpha Squadron once the Spider decided to join that Parliament of Dunces. This site was largely cleaned out when the Squadron relocated to New York. It had been empty for some time even before the invasion. Make good use of it. There are more instructions in the main office."

Unless there are further questions, and likely even if there are Destruction returns to the transport which powers up and disappears into the night.

{If you choose to accept it the details of your new lair are on the campaign page.}


Dr. Destruction does not respond.

Somehow even through they are coated in an expressionless rigid suit of high tech power armor you feel they are doing so pointedly.


Dave and Al-Rekmire

When you speak your voice is warped and distorted. You can barely hear yourselves much less each other.

Dave Up close you can see some damage to the craft. There is even a hole in the side big enough to see Karma in her new mask and cat suit through. Inside, the craft is much more comfortable than the prison transport. The chairs are still bolted to the wall but they have cushions and the crash bars are padded. There is even carpet under your feet.

Also there are 3 figures in faceless green body armor. They have more than one gun each. MindJack follows you inside.

Al-Rekmire
Again the voice fills your mind, clipped and artificial. There are multiple ships in orbit NOW scanning for anything in the air that is not broadcasting the proper transport code. Get inside or die on your own.


{Moving forward. Ret-cons available if desired}

A few minutes pass in light conversation and growing anxiety. The sound of blaster fire fades into the distance. The school continues to burn.

You hear a M'buna in the distance.
Growing closer.
Something sounds wrong..

Suddenly an alien transport flies in from the north. So low to the burning roof that you are all dusted with ash.

The transports gravitic engines glow a deep blue flashing to red as the pilot slams the transport into the courtyard in a very hot landing.

The sound is wrong. Everything sounds like you are underwater. The sound of the burning building behind you is muffled..

The rear ramp of the transport opens there is a armored figure at the controls.

Get in. The voice fills your minds. The speaker is clearly used to command. MinJack starts moving as soon as the ramp is down.

The interior lights activate and you see the unmistakable armor of the last true supervillain, Dr. Destruction.

Step into the strange unmarked van and get the candy. You get an advance as soon as you step into the transport. You also get one if you decline the ride but it won't taste as good. Because stranger's have the best candy.


About 10-15 minutes after the shaking one of the pilots walks out of the cockpit and into the main cabin.

Notice roll please, Target is 6 to see details in the cockpit before the door closes.:
The other pilot is sitting in their chair. There is no horizon visible in the windows. Cloud orientation puts you at a 30-to-45-degree climb. It is dark with a half-moon

One or more raises, so if you hit or pass 10:
Everything in the previous spoiler and you note that the seated pilot did not react the other pilot leaving.

The V’sori walks to the monitor and attaches what looks like a large USB stick. They then cut one of the wires between the wall and the camera and splice in a small black teardrop shaped object. Both the USB and the teardrop are showing lit yellow/orange lights.

The V’sori is wearing a bright yellow belt with several attached pockets/pouches/small boxes. Think Batman’s utility belt but without as much stuff. It clashes badly with their uniform.

Once satisfied with the splicing job the pilot partly opens their shirt and removes a largeish flat pouch from under their arm. Walking up to Dave they remove a black disk from the pouch. It is about the size of 4 Kennedy half dollars stacked on top of each other. It makes a “click” as it attaches to Dave’s cuffs.

They then walk across the isle to the green skinned individual and stare for a moment. Their eyebrows rise in interest.

They turn away form from the person in the nullifier suit and walk towards the blond man with the stretched arms. They speak for the first time; the pilot’s voice is flat and affectless as with all V’sori. “Remember a V’sori did this.” they say as a second disk clicks onto blond man's cuffs.

Another disk is attached to the cuffs of the blue skinned woman.

After attaching a disk to the arm cuffs of the woman with the surgical wound they notice the ankle cuffs and pause. They look in their pouch and move on.

Two more disks are rapidly attached to the cuffs of the tall pale man and strangely to the set on the corpse.

They then return to the front of the craft and stand again before the green skinned individual. They stare for a bit. And then remove a folded piece of paper from the pouch. They are clearly comparing what is on the paper to the form before them. Seemingly satisfied they return the paper and draw ourt a flat 4-inch-long knife. It is a strange blend of makeshift and machined. The flat sides of the knife are smoothly polished, and the hilt is well fit black plastic. The blade however is jagged and broken looking. The tip is even slightly twisted. Without warning or change of expression the V’sori stabs twice in rapid succession. But the green figure is not hurt. The knife leaves ragged tears in the suit but does not break the skin underneath.
”Sorry about this Doctor.” they say as they place a disk high on the breastplate near where the arm emerges.

Walking to the port side iris door they pause and speak again. “Pay attention.”

They then open the port iris and leap into the void. It is dark outside. The door irises rapidly shut behind them.

Second Notice roll please, target number is 8:
You hear lightning as they leave the ship.

Some seconds pass. You smell plastic burning. The tone of the engines change again and they grow even louder.

The monitor flickers to life revealing the golden mask of Dr. Destruction.
The artificial voice Dr. Destruction speaks.

"In two minutes and thirteen seconds this craft will crash. What happens after that is up to you."

Dr. Destrruction pauses.

"You will crash into a prison camp located in the Eastpoint district of Star City. The V'sori are holding someone who has information of significant value. Mindjack, you may have heard of him."

The image of Dr. Destruction is replaced for a moment with that of a smiling man with ruddy skin, receding black hair and a poor attempt at a goatee.

"If you agree to rescue him I will deactivate your nullifiers and you will bring Mindjack to the courtyard just outside the main building. If you do not agree this craft will crash directly into Mindjack's cell. There will be no survivors. Simply say 'Yes' when you agree, the voice recognition is quite good."

The monitor goes dark.

And the lights go out.

And the gravity shuts off.

And and the engines go suddenly silent.


Imagine wrote:

to all: ....Dr. Destruction, since you're being so revealing, we had "some" problems "finding" the "trigger" part on the "gun" "thing". Carl couldn't "make it go" or "do" the "things" with it.

He tried so hard to make his thing fire so good, but alas, it wouldn't wake up. Could you help him with that? ;)

Dr. Destruction's flat, golden view-ports turn towards you. "You will find I do not respond well to humor."

{The information on why the blasters do not work is found in the Players Guide in the Gear section under Ranged Weapons. Look for a paragraph titled "Blaster Weapons"}

The V'sori did me a great favor in removing Champion and the Alpha Squad rabble from my planet. I intend to make them regret that favor. You will assist me in this willingly with free run of the planet as your reward or you will assist me as fresh meat thrown to invaders as a distraction.

{Insert all further questions/conversation here.}

The Mabuna descends from the convenient heavy cloud cover into an empty industrial square. The doors iris open to the gentle sound of steady rain.

"Black and Hensley Meats originally belonged to the Spider. It was used intermittently by Alpha Squad once the Spider decided to join that Parliament of dunces. This site was largely cleaned out when the Squadron relocated to New York. It had been empty for some time even before the invasion. Make good use of it. I have left you communication gear in the main office."

Dr. Destruction waves you off the transport.

"You will be contacted."

The iris door closes as the Mabuna rises into the dark and rainy sky.


The Fiddler Follows Carl's lead and throws his own belt free from the craft.

Dr. Destruction continues. "An excellent choice"

The Mbauna changes to a new heading and accelerates.

..time passes....insert questions and conversation here.....


Imagine only:
Of course, the silver cloth is an emergency blanket. It will keep you warm or cool as needed and is quite hard to tear.

Much as I would enjoy seeing your minion taste this particular rainbow I suppose he is a resource of a kind. It is a suicide pill. It kills V'sori quickly, and quite painfully through tissue liquefaction. Death occurs in less than fifteen seconds and complete decomposition in about an hour. The effect on humans is slower but no less lethal.

The food bars I assume you recognized. The blue tubes with the orange end are water purification straws. They grow more orange with use.

The orange ball is a fizzing luminescent dye. Dropped into water it makes a highly visible and lasting marker. I believe it also acts as a shark repellent.


To Carl

"I will leave that up to you, call it a test of your intellect. The blinking button on the wall beside you will open the door. You have one minute...."


Carl, Phasing Addict wrote:
"Well, dude... I mean Docto.... I don't know what you mean. Is it something I picked up at the prison? Here's what I got, man."

His helmet is expressionless, but none the less you feel that the Doctor is glaring at you.

"The belt. It is a rescue and survival device common in V'sori aircraft. The beacon is activated along with the induced gravity effect. The transmitter is in the buckle. I see you have a knife."


Dr. Destruction speaking to Heaven, everyone can hear.

"And where would you go Mr. Chanceller? You have no home, no boltholes. The V'sori were unusually effective in ferreting out your resources."

"However as you are now an Omega cell, arrangements have been made. I am allowing you one of my disused facilities in Southpoint. I believe it once belonged to Alpha Squadron."

"We will be arriving shortly so if you have questions ask them."


{Moving on, feel free to ret-con anything you need to}

Dr. Destruction looks over the group. "Well that was passably successful"

A green suited, full face mask wearing minion enters from the cockpit. She is carrying a familiar looking metal disc.

The green suited figure speaks: "Sir, there are two active radio transmitters in this compartment." The figure clicks the disc onto MindJack's nullifier.

Dr. Destruction glances at a display screen built into a forearm before turning to Carl and The Fiddler
"Is there a reason why you two are wearing active V'sori distress beacons in my ship?"

in the silence following this question The pop of MindJack's nullifer being destroyed seems anticlimactic.


"Remember Akron."

The hatches close as the M'buna rises into the air.


As the transports engines power up Dr. Destruction looks out on the former school. He seen a young woman watching him.

"Ms. Ramierez."


Every one can hear sirens from at least two directions now.

More interestingly you also hear gunfire. You hear both the assault rifles of our valiant local police and the occasional thunder-crack of energy weapons.

Everyone hair stands on end as a damaged M'buna comes in just over the wall makes a 90 degree turn and lands hard in a flare of overstressed gravitics.

Large doors at the waist and rear of the oversize craft flip open. Bright lights illuminate the golden armor of Dr. Destruction himself.

Notice, visual TN 5:
Three green suited figures exit the craft and run towards where the Undergrounders were working. Each figure is wearing a large pack.

Dr. Destruction looks to the gathered meta-humans
"Get in."


In a flat and artificial voice Dr. Destruction speaks.

"In one minute and fourtyfive seconds this craft will crash. What happens after that is up to you."

Dr. Destrruction pauses.

"You will crash into a prison camp located in the Eastpoint district of Star City. The V'sori are holding someone who has information useful to me. Mindjack, you may have heard of him."
"If you agree to rescue him I will deactivate your nullifiers and you will bring Mindjack to the courtyard just outside the main building. If you do not agree this craft will crash directly into Mindjack's cell. There will be no survivors. Simply say 'Yes' when you agree, the voice recognition is quite good."

The monitor goes dark.
And the lights go out.
And the gravity shuts off.
And you fall tumbling in the dark.