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Post by Dead Sidekick on Feb 17, 2010 23:29:12 GMT -5
Karma awards for Chapter Six: ====== Shockwave 643 Karma Defeated 4 Dreadnought robots (teamwork assist) +300 Stopped local conspiracy (removed "Kick" import shipment from NYC drug supply) +30 Role play bonus +15 10 point Weekly Karma bonus 12/21/2009 - 2/15/2010 +90 Karma spent on sonic grapple power stunt -148 Shockwave current Karma total = 930[Note: I know some of Shockwave's 643 Karma total after Chapter 5 had been placed in a Resources advancement pool, but couldn't find the total right off hand] ====== Oldschool 656 Karma Defeated 4 Dreadnought robots (teamwork assist) +300 Stopped local conspiracy (removed "Kick" import shipment from NYC drug supply) +30 Role play bonus +15 10 point Weekly Karma bonus 12/21/2009 - 2/15/2010 +90 Oldschool current Karma = 1091====== Flashdance 567 Karma Defeated 4 Dreadnought robots (teamwork assist) +300 Stopped local conspiracy (removed "Kick" import shipment from NYC drug supply) +30 Role play bonus +15 10 point Weekly Karma bonus 12/21/2009 - 2/15/2010 +90 Flashdance current Karma = 1002====== Elixir 305 Karma Defeated 4 Dreadnought robots (teamwork assist) +300 Stopped local conspiracy (removed "Kick" import shipment from NYC drug supply) +30 Role play bonus +15 10 point Weekly Karma bonus 12/21/2009 - 2/15/2010 +90 Elixir bid 40 Karma to modify roll but Karma wasn't needed -10 Elixir current Karma = 730====== Spellbound 375 Karma Defeated 4 Dreadnought robots (teamwork assist) +300 Stopped local conspiracy (removed "Kick" import shipment from NYC drug supply) +30 Role play bonus +15 10 point Weekly Karma bonus 12/21/2009 - 2/15/2010 +90 Spellbound current Karma = 810====== Windchill 285 Karma Defeated 4 Dreadnought robots (teamwork assist) +300 Stopped local conspiracy (removed "Kick" import shipment from NYC drug supply) +30 Role play bonus +15 10 point Weekly Karma bonus 12/21/2009 - 2/15/2010 +90 Windchill current Karma = 720====== Solo 240 Karma Defeated 4 Dreadnought robots (teamwork assist) +280 Stopped local conspiracy (removed "Kick" import shipment from NYC drug supply) +25 Role play bonus +15 10 point Weekly Karma bonus 12/21/2009 - 2/15/2010 +90 Solo current Karma = 650[Note: due to Solo's -5 Popularity, adventure Karma rewards are reduced by -5] ====== Renegade 22 Karma Weekly karma award (character approved for play 2 weeks ago) +20 Renegade current Karma = 42====== ooc: I'm currently reworking Renegade's game intro and the first post of Chap 7, will have it up in the next few hours. Thanx for the patience and loads of fun ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png)
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Feb 18, 2010 1:53:24 GMT -5
The "Paladin Institute" seemed to be little more than the name on a door in a rented office complex within the Angel Towers building. The agents who brought the heroes here with Maximillian Pride seemed rather secretive, and after bringing the heroes into the building kept largely to themselves, shrugging off questions as they guided the heroes through the building. They seemed especially interested in Oldschool, and continued to scan him with various instruments and murmuring to themselves. Eventually, Oldschool left with them, with a puzzled look on his face. Oldschool said to the other heroes as he was leaving with them, "I'll catch up with you guys later." On another floor of One Angel Tower, the three impounded Dreadnought robots laid on workbenches, all deactivated as technicians removed their neural processors. The technicians exchanged a bit of small talk with Shockwave on technical details on the Dreadnoughts, and promised that they would bring him in on the exploring the contents of their memory cores after the heroes attended a debriefing. In another room, technicians in lab coats were examining the captured glass globes of oddly colored liquids. In another room, the Metropolitan Museum of Art SUV had been brought in on a massive freight elevator, and a crew of technicians were scanning it as well and photographing the vandalism and strange symbols spraypainted on its exterior panels. Shockwave, Flashdance, Elixir, Spellbound and Solo were led to a conference room on the top floor of One Angel Tower. At no point did any of the Paladin agents ask or attempt to disarm Solo of his array of weapons. The conference room had a television playing, tuned to CNN Headline News. Coverage of the explosion and fire on the Port Authority docks, as well as coverage of the heroes battling the Dreadnought robots is broadcast in a short snippet. A spokesman from the Department of Homeland Security brushed aside reporters' questions and refused to deem the explosion a terrorist attack, but indicated that a large cache of the metahuman designer drug "Kick" had been captured and leads were being pursued in connection with North Korea and the Nefaria crime family that owned the warehouse. Following the story of the dock battle, was a report that the Avengers had returned to Earth from paying their respects to the recently deceased Captain Mar-Vell.... "In international news, a military coup in Markovia has erupted. Diplomatic negotiations for the release of American hostages, including Lucius Fox, Chief Financial Officer of Wayne Enterprises, have begun. Following a declaration from Victor Von Doom, monarch of the neighboring state of Latveria, the United Nations Security Council issued a statement warning the Justice League that any intervention into the crisis will be seen as a violation of the International Freedom of Power Treaty. Sources on the ground indicate that "Baron Bedlam," son of a Nazi puppet ruler installed in Markovia during World War Two, has seized the throne and imprisoned the royal family including Prince Brion Markov, who is believed to be a mutant that calls himself "Geo-Force. Wayne Enterprises CEO Bruce Wayne was unavailable for comment."
"In Metropolis, law enforcement officials are praising their new mutant detection equipment supplied by LexCorp in conjunction with Shaw Industries. National Security Council adviser Henry Peter Gyrich appeared on Capitol Hill today with Lex Luthor, lobbying the Senate for passage of Massachusetts Senator Robert Kelley's controversial Mutant Registration Act. Luthor testified that upon passage of the MRA his portable mutant detectors would make the law effective and enforceable upon those afflicted with the genetic disorder that causes metahuman mutation, stating that every law enforcement officer in America could be equipped with a mutant detector within a year..."
"Next on CNN, an eyewitness account of what has been described as paranormal activity on the set of special effects wizard Dan Cassidy's highly anticipated Blue Devil movie, set for release this Christmas."Maximillian Pride walks into the room, shutting off the television. He says with a smile. "I know you all have a lot of questions. First let me tell you that your friend Windchill has pulled through emergency surgery at Empire State University Hospital, and guards have been posted on his room as he recovers. You may visit him there later." "Let me tell you a little bit about the Paladin Institute and what we do. The Paladin Institute was founded in... secrecy... in the Earth year 1586 AD, when English settlers of the Roanoke Colony in what would become North Carolina disappeared without a trace... to another dimension, where they met the Fomorex civilization. You've probably heard something of the legends of the lost colony of Roanoke and how the only sign of the colonists that remained when the English returned was the word 'Croatoan' carved upon a tree. The story is true, in so much that it was me that carved that word on that tree. I am 474 years old." Maximillian Pride pauses for dramatic effect. "'Croatoan' means 'home' in the Fomorexian tongue. It would take years to explain the details, but the Fomorexians are extradimensional beings that have been trying to open a rift from their domain to the Earth dimension for millions of years. It would not be... inaccurate... to call them 'techno-demons.' They first succeeded in making it to Earth at Roanoke Colony, where they abducted the colonists. A war was fought, and the surviving colonists returned to Earth, all with magical powers from exposure to the Fomorex dimension. We studied their crafts and technologies, and have duplicated some of it. The neural implants that give Solo here the ability to teleport are based in part upon those studies, as are the enhancements made upon Flashdance here." "We work in secret, protecting the Earth from invasion from extradimensional realms blending science and magic, and have done so for nearly 400 years. We are very hesitant to reveal our hand in anything we do. Our enemies are numerous, and not a few Earth governments and agencies are tainted by extradimensional influence. There are even sleeper agents and infiltrators among the people of Earth. Your friend Oldschool... is a Fomorexian scout. He doesn't seem to know this. That does not make him evil. There were Fomorexians that helped us escape their dimension. It remains to be seen if he was a part of their gladiator caste. His inherent interest in weaponry would seem to indicate so. If that is the case, he would be an ally if his memories returned. The Fomorexian gladiators were slaves, just like the Roanoke colonists were made to be before we rebelled and escaped home, with the magical word 'Croatoan.'" "Which leads me to the Salem warlock Bartholomew Jacobs. His grimoire, spell book if you will, contains clues to the location of the Seven Keys, artifacts that will unleash the Fomorexian dimension upon Earth. In his lifetime, he found one of them, a crude replica of which hangs around Solo's neck there. Just one of these Keys will unleash hellish nightmares upon the world. All Seven will bring the Apocalypse." "Kobra, a Set-worshipping cult leader of an offshoot of the terrorist group HYDRA, is rumored to have another of these Keys, though it is doubtful that he knows how to use it. It is known that the Fomorexian school of techno-magic is as tied to coincidence as it is to temporal rhythms - set times of the year. Coincidence in the assembly of various circumstances according to a prearranged ritual, and temporal rhythms in that the Earth's barriers between dimensions are weakest on Halloween night, which as you know, is coming up." "We're still running tests on the strange chemicals recovered from your warehouse battle, but initial tests seem to indicate that they are techno-magical potions, fuel for a Fomorexian machine that can bring mere thoughts into reality. The coincidence factor here is that one of the chemical compounds is a highly concentrated psychoactive agent created by Gotham City psychiatrist Johnathan Crane, also known as the Scarecrow. Hallucinations made into a real physical form are a threat on their own. But this ties into the rise in gang hostilities up and down the Eastern seaboard. Someone is using Fomorexian techno-magic to spread fear rapidly, in anticipation of Halloween." "Another coincidence we'd like explored that ties into the local gang community are symbols spray painted on the SUV my assistant Felicia Bifrost was driving when she went missing. They're both gang signs, of a mutant hating group called the 'Buzzcuts.' But they are also, in part, a piece of the encryptions contained in Bartholomew Jacobs' book. Now, Felicia does not know a thing about the Paladin Institute, or my secrets, and it would be safe for all if it remained that way. If we're to pick up the trail on recovering Jacobs' evil book, it seems an investigation of these 'Buzzcut' thugs is in order. I fear her kidnapping was a taunt against me, as well as the theft of the book itself." "I am sorry I can be no more straightforward than that. Fomorexian senses are powerful. They can see... hear... anything." ====== ooc: y'all ready for a wild ride? ooc: Renegade's intro coming.... ![:)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/smiley.png)
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Feb 18, 2010 5:54:39 GMT -5
Paul Stratton stepped off the bus in his street clothes, carring a billiards cue stick in a bag that also contained his heroic costume. He was met at the bus stop by a shabbily dressed blind man he instantly recognized as his sensei Stick. "You are late," the old master said, and then paradoxically, "tonight I will teach you patience." Stick leaned upon his quarterstaff like a walking stick and said, "Did you bring your pool cue? Good. Follow." The scrawny martial arts legend tapped the sidewalk ahead of him with his staff as he walked, playing up that he is blind, but Paul knew his master could sense his surroundings even better than he could. Stick led him to a very rough looking place called Starky's Pool Hall, infested with a street gang that called themselves "the Buzzcuts." True to their name, the Buzzcuts wore shaven heads, and many of them dressed in vintage Nazi regalia and wore shirts with decidedly racist and anti-mutant slogans emblazoned upon them. Ubiquitously placed was the slogan "Thin The Herd" which appeared in various forms of tattoos on the thugs, as well as spraypainted upon the walls, ceiling, and furnuture of the pool hall, along with Swastikas and portraits of Adolf Hitler. As the sound of billiard balls cracking together assaults Paul's ears, a thick haze of cigar smoke stings his eyes. Throughout the dimly lighted room, Paul sees Buzzcut gang members hunched over decrepit pool tables. At the bar, a wino moans and begs for one last free beer. Such is the daily routine at Starky's Pool Hall. "F*ck muties!" one of the Buzzcuts shouts, as a news report on the ongoing debate of the Mutant Registration Act in Congress blares from a television set over the bar. "If we could get ahold of some of them mutant detectors it would really make hunting down those stinkin' sewer rat Morlock muties a lot easier! Remember that one we set on fire? What was it he said? Oh yeah, please please please don't kill me!" At that the Buzzcuts burst into laughter and shouts of their slogan "Thin the herd!" One of the Buzzcuts takes notice of Stick and Paul. "Hey grandpa, you're a long way from the nursing home!" Stick meekly says, "We would like to play pool. For money." "Oh yeah? Well you don't look like you have any money, geezer." Stick says, "That is quite alright. We don't intend to lose. In fact, I will bet you $500 right now that my assistant here can beat any one of you here.... blindfolded." Stick lays $500 on a pool table. "Do we have a bet, or will we have a better challenge down at the nursing home?" A Buzzcut member starts to reach for the money Stick placed on the table but Stick snatches it up and pockets it faster than most people can blink. "I said, do we have a bet?" "Okay old man, you're on!" Stick removes a ribbon of dark cloth from around his waist and hands it to Paul. "Blindfold yourself. And, don't lose." "Look at this crazy sh*t! That old geezer is serious!" ===== ooc: Welcome, Renegade
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Post by shockwave on Feb 18, 2010 14:12:44 GMT -5
Technomagic? Yeah, right. Although I guess I've heard of stranger things. Heck, mutants are real, and so are drugs that turn people into mutants for a while. I wonder if they register as mutants on those mutant detector thingies while they are high? I'm way over my head again with this magic stuff getting involved.
Shockwave's fist visibly tights at his side with the mention of the SUV. "First priority is to find these buzzcuts and get Felicia out of danger. If that leads us to the book as well, I'll consider that a bonus. I assume their territory is back where the dreadnoughts and SUV were found? We should start looking there."
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Post by Renegade on Feb 18, 2010 17:16:13 GMT -5
Paul figured that his sensei would go all Zen on him whenever it came to his lessons. This was not the first time he had accompanied Stick to places such as this to hustle pool but usually it was Stick who did all of the work while Paul kept a wary eye out on the potential sore losers.
Starky's Pool Hall was certainly one of the worst places to be in right now. It made Paul sick to his stomach as he looked at the Nazi regalia in the pool hall and on the clothes of the Buzzcuts gang members. Their anti mutant stance did bother him just as much as the Nazi symbolism though he didn't wave the fact that he was a mutant in public.
Paul did hope that they handle this as soon as possible. He was due to go back to work tomorrow at One Angel Tower. There were complaints about the plumbing on the third floor, most likely a clogged pipe.
Recently, Paul took on the persona of Renegade, a crimefighter though he still went to Stick for lessons and basic practice.
Well, this is new. Paul thought as he wrapped the blindfold around his head. Although he was trained to see and fight in the dark, it was another matter to use his other senses for this tricky maneuver.
"Don't worry, Sensei." he said calmly to Stick. "Losing isn't the problem. Its the walking away when i win that has me worried." Paul did not have to point to indicate the surrounding Buzzcuts. He knew that the Neo Nazi punks won't play fair and most likely refuse to pay up.
Nevertheless, a blindfolded Paul lifted his pool cue and positioned himself over the table.
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Post by Elixir on Feb 18, 2010 18:34:54 GMT -5
"Glad to hear Windchill is doing well. Do you all take care of cover stories to...you know...protect his identity?"
Hearing Maximillian talk about "Solo here" and knowing all of the other heroes, Elixir figures that the heavily armed figure must be Solo. He turns to him and looks nervously at the firepower.
"You must be Solo, so...what can you do? I mean for powers...not just the guns...do you use anything non-lethal?"
He smiles uncomfortably.
"I'm free the rest of the day, and it makes sense to follow-up on the Buzzcuts since they seem connected to the gang violence and your missing friend."
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Feb 18, 2010 19:31:09 GMT -5
Mr. Pride said "Windchill's medical expenses will be paid from a trust with a little bit of gratuity for no questions asked. Organized criminals are not the only group that can speak the language of money. As far as the hospital staff knows, his guards are FBI agents and he is a witness in a major case."
Pride continues, "According to local law enforcement, the Buzzcuts gather at a bar called Starky's Pool Hall, a rather torrid menagerie of hatred and annihilated brain cells, if I may say so. Just the sort of minds the seeds of evil find fertility. Still, the only connection to them is via the gang symbols and slogans spraypainted upon the SUV. We can not discount that they're being framed for the kidnapping of Felicia via the vandalism, though it is disturbing that their symbology is eerily similar to that of Bartholomew Jacobs' writings. I have learned in my time in dealing with Fomorexian magic that coincidence isn't always coincidence. Their magics do induce paranoia, intentionally so, and looking for patterns can sometimes actually create them. But Starky's Pool Hall is very close to the Celestial Temple of Pizza in Times Square, which was the last place Felicia was seen before she disappeared."
"I would suggest not approaching the Buzzcuts in costume, as this will surely trigger a violent response. Just, investigate them, find out what they know about Hammerhead, the stolen book, and all the gang attacks. This will be primarily an intelligence gathering mission. Those of you who are mutants, I would suggest NOT using powers or mentioning that fact. The Buzzcuts HATE mutants."
"If you need time to prepare, you have it. The Buzzcuts usually gather at Starky's around midnight."
It is approaching 10:30 pm.
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Feb 18, 2010 19:52:48 GMT -5
Paul wrapped the blindfold across his eyes.
A Buzzcut member waves his hand in front of Paul's face, checking to see if he can see, and laughing.
A voice says "We got a blind man and his seeing eye dog is blindfolded running up on Buzzcut turf wanting to play pool for money. We oughta roll 'em up right now and just take their money."
Another voice, one with authority says, "No, we have a bet. We'll play this square and down the middle. I wanna see how well a blindfolded man can play pool."
Paul hears Stick say, "Gentlemen please. A side bet if you will. A test of your perspective. Before we begin, I bet you $100 that I can lay a pool cue across the table and roll a ball under it without the ball touching the cue stick whatsoever. Any takers?"
The first voice says "Old man, you're crazy. Sure, I'll take your money. There's no way a ball can fit under a cue stick laid across a table." Paul hears the Buzzcut slap a bill on the table. "Get ready to pay up, geezer!"
Paul knew this old pool hustler's trick, and listened with satisfaction as Stick laid a cue across the table and rolled a ball on the floor under the table, followed by snatching up the Buzzcut's money.
The Buzzcut protested, but the howls of laughter from his fellow gang members drowned him out. "I can't believe you fell for that, dumbass."
"Alright, rack 'em up. Let's see if the blindfolded man can even break."
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Post by shockwave on Feb 19, 2010 8:38:46 GMT -5
"Why isn't this guy in cuffs or a cell?" Shockwave indicates Solo. "Stealing books is one thing, but this maniac shot someone on the street in cold blood. He's our most likely suspect for stealing your book on top of it. He was near central park, putting him in the location of the museum, and he could have teleported in and out to avoid security."
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Post by Elixir on Feb 19, 2010 10:54:23 GMT -5
Elixir's eyes widen at Shockwave's accusation. Then he looks at Maximillian questioningly.
"Mister, why is he here, because if you expect us to kill people, you should know that I'm not game for any killing missions."
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Post by Renegade on Feb 19, 2010 21:35:25 GMT -5
Paul gave a small smile as he heard of what Stick had done. A simple trick of the pool shark: keeping the targets more interested in ribbing each other than in thinking about how to steal an easy five hundred bucks from a blind old man and equally dumb young assistant as well keep the money flowing.
Paul took a deep breath as he set to break. Fortunately, he had memorized the pool table and the multi-colored ball before his mentor blindfolded him.
With one smooth motion, Paul sent the cue ball crashing into the others, making the break perfectly. Paul heard at least six of them going into the pockets. It was not easy but thanks to his martial arts training and previous memorization of the pool table, he was able to figure out which ball fell into what pocket.
"The eight ball in the right corner pocket." he said confidently.
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Post by Flashdance on Feb 20, 2010 1:07:57 GMT -5
Listening to the schpeel, Flashdance just sits there, dumbfounded. A year ago he was happily sitting at home drinking a 12 of PBR with his buddies listening to that whack-job Art Bell talk about some alien invasion by some group called the - what did he call them - the formorexians while he and the guys just laughed at them. And now it turns out that sh!# was real?!? And their gizmos gave him his powers??!? This guy said he was over 400 years old?? THEY CHANGED THE FLAVOR OF COKE TO TASTE MORE LIKE PEPSI? ![???](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/huh.png) "Sooo, let me get this straight. the cool powers I have; you know, the ones that let me kick @$$, take names and score with the ladies are from some group of aliens? Now that is just about the craziest thing I have heard. If you think I'm going to buy that, you're messed up in the - - " Just then CNN plays the bit about Captain Mar-vell"Well, maybe it's not so crazy afterall. Does this make me some kind of Alien Hick? Am I going to sprout a 3rd eye at some point? Do I need to go get a green card or something?" After the revelation of Old School"No biggie. Alien or no, that cat can kick butt. He's good people in my book. I'll drink a beer with him anytime. Well, actually, I'll just plain drink a beer anytime, but you get my point." After the talk of the buzzcuts."So we need to go find these Buzzcuts? Well, luckily my therapist told me to try out whoopass therapy to work out my newly formed aggression issues regarding finding out I've been stuffed to the gills with alien techno-gizwhats. Those lucky boys are going to help me work out my issues" Dammit, I need a stiff drink. Wonder if Greta will think it's a turn-on to be with a dude that's half alien?
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Feb 20, 2010 5:10:05 GMT -5
Mr. Pride looks at Flashdance and says, "I apologize that you were never fully informed of the Paladin Institute's founding purposes. You, my friend, have never been given full disclosure, but it has been of the highest intent. Most people in the Paladin Institute do not know the full scope of what we do. We've run a pretty tight ship. Under normal circumstances, none of you would be in this room, meeting with me, not even you, Flashdance. But our little ship is not without navigational errors. Placing Bartholomew Jacobs' book on display in a public museum was a miscalculation. We expected it to draw out shadowy forces into the light. We never expected it to actually be stolen. And the greatest danger is that whoever has the book likely does not know what they have on their hands or how to use it safely."
"The Art Bell reference is amusing, Flashdance. He's not entirely wrong. As long as he doesn't know what color the Men-in-Black actually wear, he is free to speak his mind. I'm kidding."
Mr. Pride coughs a little on his attempt at disarming humor.
"As far as extra-dimensional magic technology, no, everything done to you, Flashdance is purely Earth technology with a bit of a boost from reverse engineering Fomorexian technology over the last 400 years by humans who were themselves intellectually enhanced by their technology and magics. You are one of our greatest achievements, but comparatively speaking, we're cavemen stabbing a space shuttle with a spear. Fomorexian technology is vastly more complex than anything Reed Richards or Victor Von Doom has ever even daydreamed about. We do still have our colonial explorer's spirit, even if we've run into things in our time best left alone and not led back to Earth. We opened Pandora's box."
"I was going to pull Solo aside and present our case to him personally, but it is probably best that our case be made to all of you. The technology that allows Solo to teleport is vastly more accurate and greater ranged than anything we've come up with since, as it was a collaborative effort with other government contractors to develop it. As part of its original intention for counter-terrorism warfare, the circuitry behind his teleportation abilities is highly encrypted so that enemies may not trace its covert communication with a roving navigation algorithm bounced off of several satellite and ground station navigational routers. We have a backdoor into those systems and can track its use. Now many of you know about the terrorist attack on a commercial flight in Milan, Italy last year where the plane was hijacked and after a firefight with air marshals the plane crashed, killing all aboard. That's the offical cover story, but in reality, the terrorists aboard the plane were attacked by Mr. Bourne and others with this teleportation technology, something went wrong, and the counter-terrorist team was killed by one of their own. Mr. Bourne was framed for the attack and is wanted by SHIELD under top secret warrants, not wanting to publicize America's violation of the UN Freedom of Power Treaty, while quitely cleaning up the mess. We have evidence that Mr. Bourne was the last of three teleporters to leave the plane before it crashed, and he was the only to return to base, wounded with a gutshot before fleeing when it appeared he was going to take the fall for a betrayal of the mission. Since that time, Mr. Bourne has traveled the world, striking AIM, HYDRA, ULTIMATUM, JIHAD, Al Qaeda, and other terrorist groups. He truly does take his war on terrorists seriously."
"I offer you this. The Paladin Institute is offering to assist Mr. Bourne in clearing his name with the data we have on his whereabouts nearly everytime he teleports, as well as those former agents that teleport. That data both excludes Mr. Bourne from ever having been anywhere near the book, but it is also our ace in the hole, as it were. Mr. Bourne can not hide from anyone possessing the ability to access the data we have. I will not tolerate any more extra-judicial killing on... American soil... by Mr. Bourne while he is assisting us in recovering the book. No more assaults upon law enforcement. Upon recovery of the book we will give Mr. Bourne what he needs to clear his name, and destroy the data necessary to track him down. It is quite clear from Mr. Bourne's acquisition of a replica of Jacobs' Key that somehow his presence is required in keeping the Fomorexians in check. His cooperation is a necessary component. I hate to resort to blackmail, but should Mr. Bourne stray, we can find him, or share our information with those who absolutely do not want to help him or have a stake in keeping him alive. We still do not know why Mr. Bourne attacked the warehouse storing the Dreadnoughts and strange chemicals, but it is an advantageous coincidence. I suggest forming a truce with Mr. Bourne, under my stated conditions until this crisis is resolved. This will require everyone's cooperation, as the Paladin Institute will do its best to keep Mr. Bourne from being captured while he works for us, and see to it he will be captured if he does not work for us. I detest being so blunt, but the situation is that dire. All of you may take a warning froim that. The mission of stopping the evils that can be unleashed by Bartholomew Jacobs' book must take precedence over remanding Mr. Bourne to the authorities."
"We are prepared to develop this building, the Angel Towers Building, as a base of operations with a full support staff for this group, complimented of course by Paladin Institute resources, in exchange for services rendered. The team will have a free hand to operate at its own discretion once this danger with Bartholomew Jacobs' book has been averted, and I will serve as liason in regards to funding future projects. This cannot happen if we're throwing our energy into chasing Mr. Bourne around the planet, with or without your help."
"Do we have a deal?"
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Post by Dead Sidekick on Feb 20, 2010 5:24:19 GMT -5
ooc: Renegade, give me an Intuition FEAT roll, and let me know if you're using the power to see though shadows to enhance seeing the pool table while blindfolded.
Click the button that has the die on it and hit return before hitting the post reply button, or it may spew gibberish.
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Post by Renegade on Feb 20, 2010 17:05:32 GMT -5
Yes, he will use his power to see through shadows.
Intuition FEAT roll:
[attack=172932537812391]
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