3) Bridge 1: It Has Begun

Dr. Weird’s Laboratory, Kitchen?
7:26:30 A.M. MT

Takeshi watched as Hiram abruptly darted out of the room…

“Perhaps sitting this one out would be in my best interest….I’m getting to old for this stuff…” Suddenly, Takeshi realized he still wasn’t told where his car and belongings where.

Takeshi burst up from his chair screaming down the corridor, “Dammit Hiram!!! Get your ass back here and tell me where my…..” returning to chair, “you know what, never mind” a frustrated tone in Takeshi’s voice.

Suddenly, a voice rang out throughout the room echoing off the walls.

“Do you require assistance Dr. Takeshi?”

Takeshi scanned the room for a brief moment looking for the origin of the disembodied voice, until finally realizing that it was Dr. Weird’s computer AI...

“Steve…I presume?”

“You are correct, I am Steve, Dr.Weird’s personal artificial intelligence, and I presume you would like to know where your car is located… unfortunately for you, your car has been scrapped, but your personal belongs have been transported to Storage Room S1, down Corridor S, Five doors in…. is there anything else you would like Dr. Takeshi?”

“Wait… WHAT HAPPENED TO MY CA…. you know what, not important..” Takeshi sighed, now motioning for the hallway marked Corridor S, “I will, however.. have a coffee, black…please.”

Dr. Weird’s Laboratory, Storage Room S1
7:36:45 A.M. MT

Takeshi finally finished slipping on a clean black button up dress shirt and pants.

“ Ahh, much better, now to find the rest of my stuff among these lockers..”

Takeshi continued to dig through the units marked with his name, only taking brief pauses to sip his coffee.

“Dammit!! Where are my research documents?!” Takeshi scornfully uttered under his breath.

“Excuse me Dr. Takeshi, but I believe Dr. Weird has procured your research documents for study.”

“Of course he did, why am I surprised?” Takeshi muttered.

Now 7:41:42 AM MT

The V-22 Osprey in De Smet, SD
8:52:19 AM CT

Yilana double takes and stares up at this big aircraft landing in front of her. She stands up when this oddball walks out and speaks to her. She listens intently to his words and makes a face of disgust, knowing this man would probably do the same thing her previous boss did to her. However, there is this feeling that somehow she will find some answers about her new abilities and maybe even grow. She looks at herself then at this strange looking man, while clenching her fists.

"Since you sound convincing, I will give you this chance. However, I make no promises if you do not follow your words."

Yilana takes a deep breath and slowly converts back from her Fire Form. She walks slowly onto the aircraft with exhaustion and slouches on a seat nearby. Clenching her jaw, she holds the open wound from the bullet in her left rib. She looks towards the cock pit and yells after the strange man: "Did you say you were a doctor?"


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Skills
Inferno [Passive]
Fire Form [Novice] 1/10

The V-22 Osprey De Smet SD
8:54:45 A.M. C

Looking over at the new “friend” he just made he saw that she was bleeding; he pulled a syringe out form his coat walker over to Yilana. “This trip was rather sudden so I don’t have that much with me but this should help you out a lot until we get back to my lab. Now if you would please hold out your arm.”

Reluctantly Yilana stuck out here arm for the shot, “This is my own special blend, comprised of steroids, adrenaline, painkillers, some endorphins, proteins and a few others designed to fix you up.”

As he gave here the shot he examined the suit she was wearing. Which appeared to be a form of camouflage to mask the wearer’s location, hers was full of bullet holes. “Fascinating, that suit you are wearing is high class piece of tech I am curious as to where you got it, of course it’s crap with several design and structural flaws other than being full of holes. The one I am working on has a 35% higher output rate and an instant surface phase shift so that activation is just an afterthought.” Putting the needle away back into his pocket and headed back to the front.

“If you want I could possible fix that for you.” Said Dr Weird as began to engage the flight plan back to his base; the bay doors were closed and they began to rise up into the air. Once the appropriate altitude was reached he began to accurate.

“NOW PREPARE FOR MAXIUM SPEED, MWAHAHAHAHA.” Laughed Weird as a sudden burst of speed hit.

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Skills
Panoramic Vision [Passive]
Scrying [Novice] – 4/10
? [Novice] – 0/10
? [Novice] – 0/10

The V-22 Osprey De Smet SD
8:56:02 AM CT

Yilana stares at the needle in apprehension. "Ugh, I must not show a weakness.." She decides to ignore the needle and focus on Dr. Weird's face while he talks.

"I got this from a previous job as an Assassin. The lab that was blown to smithereens back in.. Bryant or whatever that town was called. A piece of shit if you ask me."

Yilana looks at Dr. Weird with curiosity after he goes back to the front and responds with a smile after his offer of fixing it. "Sure, but I would like to see this suit you have been working on first."

After all the doors were closed, Yilana fastens up on the seat and gets comfortable. The medicine seems to be working pretty quickly. "I don't feel as much pain as I used to.. Good.." she thought to herself.

**SWOOOOOOOOOSH** The aircraft takes off at high speed, leaving Yilana grip her seat with laughter: "WAAHOOOOOO!!"




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Skills
Inferno [Passive]
Fire Form [Novice] 1/10

7:57:00Am
Cave in the badlands

Dark growled angrily at the lack of attention. He knew he couldn't sit around ere forever waiting, or hoping for someone to come by, so e had to move out. He crawled forth from the cave carefully looking around. He crawled away at a fair pace keeping his eyes out from anything that could be of use. Water would be the best for him. All he had to drink was a few gulps of rain water, he would need more. Food would also be a concern, but the rattlesnake he ate earlier would keep him on his feet for a bit.

He quickly started scrounging on the ground, looking for tracks. Finding something like a dear or wolf was high hoping but even a little snake would be a welcome find. He stopped on a large rock and place his ear to it. He just listened for a second then jumped away. He landed on another rock and bent over near a small crevice to look inside. A small snake hissed at him. Dark didn't hear a rattle on it, butt that didn't meaning grabbing it was safe. He stuck his boot into the dark, the snake bit onto the thick leather but couldn't penetrate it. As soon as the snakes fangs hit the boot, Dark's claws hit the snake, taking it's head off completely. Dark grabbed the body and devoured it quickly. Feeling is hunger for now satisfied he jumped to the lowest levels of the valley, once at the bottom he just dug straight down. The dirt on the surface was bone dry but just a few inches down it was fairly moist. Using a skill he had learned the first time he lived in the badlands he picked up some dirt and wrapped it in his shirt. he put the shirt up to his mouth and wen he squeezed it a small bit of water trickled into his mouth. He repeated this task several times till he felt he thirst was quenched.

He then walked to another cave and settled in. He would move on later that night, but for now he just sat and rest, thinking about his predicament. His right arm still was sore from his crash but it was still usable and still deadly. He practiced a slice on the thick rock wall of the cave. The rock was hard but the claws made fine slices through it. Dark growled happily, knowing his claws where still razor sharp. He looked at the level of the sun and decided against waiting for dark. It would take to long. He would move now, keeping to the shadows as best he could. Maybe be lucky to pick up another snake along the way. He crawled forth, keeping an ear out for anything.

The V-22 Osprey De Smet SD
9:14:33 A.M. C 8:11:33 P.M. MT

“PREPARE YOURSELF FOR WE ARE ABOUT TO GO BACK IN TIME BY ONE HOUR TO RELIVE THE PAST HOUR, AAAAAAAAAAAAAND NOW. MWAHAHAHAHA.” Dr. Weird was clearly having too much fun.

One more time he reached into his pocket and grabbed the rag and began to concentrate on the blood. The more he did this the more he enjoyed it.

(Dr. Weird attempt to Scry Akvo again 1-8 FAIL, 9-10 SUCCESS)

Random number (1,10) : 2

Random number (1,10) : 2

Random number (1,10) : 1

(If the Scry is a success roll for target 1-5 Akvo, 6-10 the bandage factory)

Random number (1,10) : 6

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Skills
Panoramic Vision [Passive]
Scrying [Novice] – 4/10
? [Novice] – 0/10
? [Novice] – 0/10

Wall, SD
8:25:00 AM GMT
283 Creighton Rd

Akvo pulled into the driveway. He cut the ignition and stepped into the house, not bothering to knock.

"'bou' time. Prolly burned up all tha fuel yeh put in tha tank." Called a voice.

"Sorry," Akvo apologized as the old man hobbled into the room.

"S'fine," said the old man "What didja get." The old man said taking note of Akvo's slightly bulging coat with his cane.

"Uhm, painkillers." He decided not to lie.

"I didn't give ya ahnough money to buy all tha'." Said the old man.

"A friend gave it to me." Akvo replied somewhat truthfully.

"Mm, prescribshun or death." said the old man astutely, "I'll get yeh a glass a watch."

They made their way into the kitchen and the old man pointed him to a seat before filling a glass of water and saying, "I'll make yeh some eggs. Yeh haveunt eaten in a while."

"Over easy if you don't mind." said Akvo.

"Is rye toast fine?"the old man asked.

This was the first question the old man had actually asked since he met Akvo.

Best to not make anything out of it. Akvo thought with the slightest pause before saying "Yeah, rye's great." He grabbed a bottle of pills from his inner coat pocket, read the directions, and shook a single pill out the bottle.

The old man looked up from the eggs after hearing the pill bottle shake.

"Yeh know codeine is habit forming." Said the old man, this time without a trace of concern in his voice.

"Yeah, it's fine. I'll follow the rules." Akvo replied popping the pill "I don't know how much I need it anyhow. I feel pretty fine."

Akvo paused then asked "How did you know it was codeine?"

The old man plopped the eggs down on the plate and said, "I spentuh small fortune acquirin' Ph.D.s in bio chemistry and fractal geometry, I oughtuh be able tuh tell you when somethin' is codeine or not."

Akvo practically inhaled the food. The old man might have smiled while looking at the young man eating. The old man pulled out a bag of tobacco and box of rolling papers. This caused Akvo to jolt, he set down his piece of toast and looked to the old man.

"Can I get one of those?" Akvo asked almost hungrily.

"Smokin' is bad for yeh. Roll your own." The old man said passing the bag and papers over.

Thank fucking God. I need this more than the codeine.

Akvo moves his plate away, the old man takes it up, and Akvo begins his attempt at rolling a cigarette. The old man washed the dish and turned around to check on Akvo's progress. Three failed cigarettes sat on the table.

"Yeh aiming' teh waste alluv mah tobacco." the old man said, "Gimme that." He took the bag and rolled Akvo a perfect cigarette.

Akvo checked his pockets for his lighter.

That crackpot must have taken it from me.

The old man takes out a lighter and tosses it to Akvo. "I've got a baker's dozen. Yer welcome."

Akvo lit the cigarette, puffing it lightly before coughing.

"Heh, not used to unfiltuhd are yeh." The old man said.

"Guess not" Akvo replied taking another drag, this time not having as much trouble this time.
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Skills
Shoot Sharp Icicles [Superior] - 11 /30
Make shields of ice for protection [Alpha] - 4/20
Shoot Freeze Beams [Novice] - 5/10

Springfield, Missouri
United States Human Mutation Research Facility
Friday
9:30 AM CT

The flight had been relatively smooth, and Epoch was now ready to do whatever it was the NSS was about to make him do. It was in this moment, that he really felt like he was now some pawn in a great game of chess, a war that was no longer being fought with fists and blood, but now wits and negotiation. Reflecting on his rapid agreement to the mission, it crossed him that this was something he really didn't support morally. Not that he didn't support working against these holding tanks, but lying and assuming a false identity to do so felt somehow perverse.

The sound of engines drew closer as Epoch surveyed his surroundings. He was in a fenced in area, that was much like a modified courtyard that had become, not only a helicopter landing, but a parking lot. Behind him was the NSS helicopter, and next to him stood his pilot. The HMRF (Human Mutation Research Facility) government officials had flown in their own unmarked escort and had landed somewhere else. Now their engines were definable as three black, unmarked, sedans pulled into the drive.

The sedans parked together, neatly spaced between two white armored vans. The men in the two outer sedans stepped out first, they were the classic secret service type. Each with dark, well fitting, suits and obvious weapons poking out from their jackets. A few even wore sunglasses, to make the cliché worse. There were six of them, three from each of the two vehicles. Suddenly a seventh stepped from the drivers seat of the center sedan and he opened the rear passenger door on the driver's side. In near unison, another suit on the other side opened the adjacent, rear door.

The two HMRF officials came out of the backseat, holding desperately onto their dignity. Epoch waited with nerves binding inside him, as if he were about to be sick. Should he move first and join them? Would it be more appropriate to wait?

"Mr. Shock," the official in the left began, with gusto, walking toward Epoch, holding out his hand. "We haven't formally been introduced, my name is Mr. Derrenberg, I am the White House Representative, appointed by Congress to overlook procedures." He gave acknowledgement to the man stepping up next to him as he left Epoch's hand go. "This is Mr. Hyre, he is the president of the Springfield, Missouri HMRF."

Epoch shook Mr. Hyre's hand, he felt nervous as he tried to respond, "I am Shock, newly appointed field hero at NSS Station Seven, I use electric-like energy."

The two men seemed to scoff gently, like his power was a joke, or maybe that they thought the whole thing was some sort of game. Did they catch the ruse in Epoch's speech?

Either way, the two men led Epoch away from the pilot, who stood like a statue after telling Epoch he'd be waiting. Epoch followed as the secret service-like men flanked them. A set of double doors were approached and Mr. Hyre spoke into a box and entered a number into a keypad. Voice recognition and a password? These places seemed like concentration camps.

Inside the door was a small, dark room and yet another set of doors. This door required an eye scan of Mr. Hyre.

Beyond these doors, the light was bright, and sterile, just like they had always been. Epoch squinted while his gut churned with the memory, his eyes trying to adjust.

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Skills
Time Travel [Alpha] - 0/20
Teleportation [Alpha] - 0/20
Energy Blast [Novice] - 0/10
Super Nova [Passive]

Dr. Weird’s Laboratory, Kitchen?
8:02:43 A.M. MT

Takeshi sat at the kitchen table, sipping at his third cup of coffee, reading the National Insiders newspaper that Steve had very graciously printed for him…. Takeshi read through the front page head line with a smirk.

Chaos in Lawton Oklahoma!

Chaos struck in the fine city of Lawton Oklahoma yesterday as a mysterious ice flinging man was responsible for the murder of multiple city officials! When the mysterious iceman was pursued he then fled to Lake Helen where things really got icy. The NSS or National Superhero Society, a government organization composed of many gifted individuals was quick to respond to the matter at hand. Two of the NSS’s most elite where sent to take care of the icy figure who then, in the way of danger encased himself in a shield of ice………………

…………….Things got really dicey when a small jet liner crash landed nearby the scene of the fight. From the plane crash two more men showed up to join the battle, although these two seemed to be the ice man’s companions. One of the men was described as a maniacal looking figure wearing large black goggles and a lab coat, the other was described to be Dr. Hezata Takeshi, who is currently on the run from the government authorities for horrendous crimes committed in Witchita, Kansas………

Suddenly, Takeshi was rudely interrupted by a clamorous ringing sound.

“Steve! What the hell is going on?!”

“Dr. Takeshi, it seems as though Exhaust port 34 and Exhaust port 77 have been plugged, sealing off Sectors C17, B3, and R15 to cut off further spread of the toxic fumes….. an auto clear of the exhaust ports is recommended…. Shall I initiate and auto clear.”

“Err…Yes, I suppose….” Takeshi put his hand to his forehead, “ Why do I get the feeling things like this are going to be a common theme around here?”

“Dr. Takeshi, it also seems as though there is an unidentified intruder in the proximity of the lab, would you like me to initiate a reconnaissance drone to identify the intruder?”

“An intruder hmm? Perhaps this won’t be such a bad morning…” I wide cynical grin stretched across Takeshi’s face..

“Yes Steve, send out a drone, and make sure it captures the intruder….alive.”

“Yes Dr. Takeshi, the intruder will be captured and returned to the lab immediately.”

The V-22 Osprey De Smet SD
8:16:03 P.M. MT

Not another failure, this is becoming tiresome. Why can’t I just be good at it right away?

“We will be arriving shortly. I hope I don’t disappoint you.” Dr. Weird was trying to distract himself from another failed scry.

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Skills
Panoramic Vision [Passive]
Scrying [Novice] – 4/10
? [Novice] – 0/10
? [Novice] – 0/10

Reconnaissance Drone RD 2241C48 Mark VI
Outside Dr. Weird’s Laboratory
8:06:23 A.M. MT

The small Reconnaissance drone drifted outside a small port opening of a rock wall concealing the laboratory. The drone was a small black hovering mechanism with many elongated tendrils branching off from the main body of the drone.

The morning sun was slowly rising casting many shadows off the tall spires and plateau’s of the somewhat arid Badlands, there was a strong breeze unearthing sandstone dust and dirt, thus causing the drones camera’s to be slightly irrelevant.

The drone cautiously surveyed the grounds of the laboratory until it happened upon a dark cool cavern, upon inspection of the cavern the drone located the intruder, at a distance.
As the drone closed in on the intruder there was a buzzing sound followed by an electric discharge from one of its many tendrils as it activated the Weird Industry Anti-Personnel 190 Volt Electrical Probe.

8:06:24 Am
Badlands

The shock knocked Dark off his feet and he clambered to the ground below. He quickly shook it off and slipped behind a rock. He growled angrily. He picked up a rock in one and then leapt out to face the small metal ball. It shocked him again but not before Dark had thrown the rock into it's optical sensors. Dark was quick to grab the ball and smash it to the ground, then slice through it with his claw to make sure nothing remained. He then sprinted away, knowing more would soon come. He was swift, but deliberate, making sure any tracks he did leave where small and hard to notice.

After an untold amount of time, Dark slipped to a small cave and fell the the ground exhausted. He breathed heavily the looked himself over for injuries. Aside from the soreness he was alright. He closed his eyes and kept he's ear alert. He knew something like that could probably follow him so he needed to get the jump on it.

Wall, SD
283 Creighton Road
8:40:00 AM

Akvo finished his cigarette and helped himself to rolling another. He licks the paper and looks at the old man before saying, "Biochemistry and Fractal Geometry? What are you doing in little ol' Wall, SD?

"Well obviousleh ahm retiyahed. I substahtute teach at tha high school sometimes. I needud a place teh settle down. Wantud tuh get away from everyone that knew meh." Said the old man. Not a trace of remorse in his voice.

Akvo took a drag and said "I can identify with that."

"Yeh got ah son that sulleh's yeh name and yeh ashamed tah have?" The old man asked his second question.

"Sorry I shouldn't have presumed anything." Akvo apologized.

"S'fine. Let's go outback, sit on tha patio." The old man said.

They sat down in a couple of wicker chairs in silence for a few moments.

"I'll show yeh how teh roll them cigarettes so tha tobacco is tightah if you show meh them ice powahs of yers." said the old man suddenly.

"Why would I want them tighter?"Akvo asked.

"Fullah flavah" The old man responded, taking a drag of his own cigarette.

"Haha, I don't know how much more flavor I need. Tell you what, you tell me your name and I'll show you the ice stuff." Akvo attempted to barter.

"Mah name's Anthony Spengler, now show meh what yeh've got." The old man said.

Akvo glanced around apprehension before raising his hand and attempting to shoot freeze beam.

He failed.

Looking to the Anthony he said, "I really can generate and manipulate ice. It just doesn't always work."

"Migh 'elp if ya 'ad somethin' tah be shootin' at." Spengler said before walking into the house and coming out with a couple of cans of soda.

"Perhaps if ya imagine these cans of Mountain Dew are tha heads of yer enemies. If yeh make it I'll let ya 'ave a cold one." He said before throwing the cans in the air.

Time froze.

Enemies? I don't have any enemies. Am I supposed to think about the big one and the skinny guy or the scientist and that creepy fellow?

The three soda cans had reached the top of their arc. Akvo gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

Roll to decide whose face appears in place of soda can 1: 1-3 indicate Changeling, 4-5 Dr. Weird, 6-7 Ike, 8-10 Epoch.

Random number (1,10) : 2

Roll to decide whose face appears in place of soda can 2: 1-2 indicate Changeling, 3-5 Dr. Weird, 6-8 Ike, 9-10 Epoch.

Random number (1,10) : 3

Roll to decide whose face appears in place of soda can 1: 1-2 indicate Changeling, 3-5 Dr. Weird, 6-7 Ike, 8-10 Epoch.

Random number (1,10) : 5

Akvo rolls to use Novice Skill Shoot Freeze Beams to chill the first falling soda. 1-8 is a failure 9-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 7

Akvo rolls to use Novice Skill Shoot Freeze Beams to chill the next falling soda. 1-8 is a failure 9-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 5

Akvo rolls to use Novice Skill Shoot Freeze Beams to chill the next falling soda. 1-8 is a failure 9-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 2

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Skills
Shoot Sharp Icicles [Superior] - 11 /30
Make shields of ice for protection [Alpha] - 4/20
Shoot Freeze Beams [Novice] - 5/10

Springfield, Missouri
HMRF, Hallway
9:34 AM CT

Epoch followed the men through the doorway, immediately there was one of the storage tanks. Why would they have them so close to an exit? He looked through the glass viewing window. Inside there was a girl, who seemed about the same age as Epoch. She sat on the floor with her knees pulled up to her chin. Epoch couldn't look away as her deep eyes looked into him. She bore the sadness that so many of these poor souls had.

"Don't mind her," Mr. Hyre said, reassuringly, "She's a special case." He concluded as the group walked beyond the cell.

Epoch strained to see the nameplate, it read only "Meltdown". Something about that stare bore through him.

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Skills
Time Travel [Alpha] - 0/20
Teleportation [Alpha] - 0/20
Energy Blast [Novice] - 0/10
Super Nova [Passive]

The V-22 Osprey near Dr. Weird's HQ
8:20:44 AM MT

Yilana nods to Dr Weird's outburst on going back in time. "If you want to call it that." She stretches and yawns in her seat, hoping they would arrive sooner than later.

After a short silence, Dr. Weird shouts back to her that they would arrive to their destination shortly. "About damn time.. and you better not disappoint me."

She could feel the Osprey land gently on the ground with a short thump. Yilana quickly unbuckles and waits for Dr. Weird to open the bay doors.


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Skills
Inferno [Passive]
Fire Form [Novice] 1/10

Dr. Weird’s Laboratory
8:21:57 A.M. MT

After landing outside the hangers doors Dr. Weird killed the engine of the V-22. He stepped back to the doors and exited the craft, “Please forgive the outward appearance but the inside
is something to behold I promise.”

The warehouse doors opened and Dr. Weird headed inside. As an unmanned truck came out and hooked itself up to the V-22 and began towing it back inside.

“If you would please come with me to the medical department I can treat your wounds.” He said as we walked through the gaping doors disappearing into darkness.

Med Lad
8:39:39 P.M. MT

After making their way into the Med Lab, Dr. Weird cleaned and dressed Yilana’s wounds, “That should do for the time being, now I think it’s time to introduce you to the other arrival’s here.”

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Skills
Panoramic Vision [Passive]
Scrying [Novice] – 4/10
? [Novice] – 0/10
? [Novice] – 0/10

Wall, SD
8:50:00 AM GMT
283 Creighton Rd

Thud. Thud. Thunk.

He failed again.

Anthony looked apologetic as he said, "Well yeh know-"

But he didn't get to finish his statement. Akvo shouted and threw his hand out in anger.

Akvo rolls to use Superior skill Shoot Sharp icicles to assault the soda can/Epoch visage 1-4 is a failure 5-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 10

Akvo rolls to use Superior skill Shoot Sharp icicles to assault the soda can/Dr. Weird visage 1-4 is a failure 5-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 4

Akvo rolls to use Superior skill Shoot Sharp icicles to assault the soda can/Dr. Weird visage 1-4 is a failure 5-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 5

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Skills
Shoot Sharp Icicles [Superior] - 11 /30
Make shields of ice for protection [Alpha] - 4/20
Shoot Freeze Beams [Novice] - 5/10

Springfield, Missouri
HMRF, Hallway
9:40 AM CT

"... So here on our left is the room in which we actually study the chemical composition of the DNA of each of our patients. We search through the strands individual, looking for anomalies that could be responsible for what has been classified as superpowers," Dictated Mr. Hyre.

Epoch's mind drifted back to that poor girl. It reminded him of those long years, playing with boring toys and being prodded and probed by so many strange people, people like the man behind the goggles. She looked so sad, and what a terrible name, Meltdown.

There was something more odd. She wore something different than these inmates usually wore. Typically, most of the so called "patients" wore white gowns with simple white pants and undergarments. This girl was wearing something like tinfoil. It appeared to be a type of metal, coating her not just as close, but literally from her chin to her toes. What could be her difference?

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Skills
Time Travel [Alpha] - 0/20
Teleportation [Alpha] - 0/20
Energy Blast [Novice] - 0/10
Super Nova [Passive]

Dr. Weird’s Laboratory, Kitchen?
8:40:34 P.M. MT

“Dr. Takeshi, it seems as though all the drones sent to pursue the intruder have been destroyed… Also, Dr. Weird is currently in the Med Lab treating the newcomer’s wounds.”

“Hmm, this intruder seems persistent, perhaps I should just take care of this myself, although I’m sure Hiram would be able to help me out with the intruder as well…”

Takeshi pondered on his decisions for a moment...

Roll for what action to take, 1-3 Takeshi pursues the intruder himself, 4-10 Takeshi heads to the med lab to speak to Dr. Weird.

Random number (1,10) : 9

8:41:00 AM
Badlands

Dark was still itching from the shock. It had hurt him far worse than he would have guessed. It had sent all his pain receptors over the edge, his already injured arm now felt shattered. He would have to avoid using it. It was likly meant to knock out a standard person, he was lucky in that he was anything but standard, but that didn't mean he would be fine. If one of those could hurt him so much he would hate to think what more could do. He decided not to risk it, and if he came across more vents to ingore them. The last thing he needed to do was leave a trail.

He quickly looked out of the cave, seeing nothing he sprinted off away. He ran on his back to legs instead of all fours to keep his arm cradled. He slipped from cave to cave, careful to avoid leaving tracks, and any he did leave would be small and hard to spot.

Springfield, Missouri
HMRF Patient Cell 145
9:55 AM CT

Epoch walked into the white egg shaped room known as cell 145. Mr. Derenberg assured him that the word "Cell" was used lightly and that the cells were more like hotel rooms. Far from it.

These cells had remained the same throughout the last decade. White, egg shaped rooms, which the floors and the walls were nearly synonymous. Each room contained a bed, a wash, a toilet, and a sink. Those were each the same, sterile, bleach white, and usually made of the same material as the room itself. The mattresses were covered in a cloth of the same fabric that the rooms contained.

This white looking surface that crawled across the interior was actually a metal, Mr. Hyre explained. Each room is composed of a thick coat of a nano-fiber that could be solid, or liquid, or in between. Each of these nanobots that made the fiber were specifically coded to adhere to the DNA of the rooms particular inhabitant. The purpose of this was to react to the inhabitants particular super abilities and negate them. To make them bland and less unique.

Cell 145 was empty, its previous inmate had already been relocated.

Suddenly, a scream permeated the facility.

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Skills
Time Travel [Alpha] - 0/20
Teleportation [Alpha] - 0/20
Energy Blast [Novice] - 0/10
Super Nova [Passive]

Dr. Weird’s Laboratory
8:23:05 AM MT

Yilana walks through the bay doors, shocked seeing a rundown looking warehouse. "Ugh.. If you say so" She follows Dr. Weird inside and looks around wide-eyed at the high-tech equipment. "Impressive.. Better than the labs I was at in Bryant."


Med Lad
8:40:01 AM MT

Yilana nods and thanks Dr. Weird for dressing her wounds. "Thanks Dr. Weird, but before I meet with them I want to see that new camosuit you have been working on. And I want to be the one to try it out."


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Skills
Inferno [Passive]
Fire Form [Novice] 1/10

Springfield, Missouri
HMRF Patient Cell 145
9:56 AM CT

Epoch looked astonished to hear the scream while on the tour. Someone, somewhere in this place was being tortured somehow. It sure didn't sound female, so it couldn't be the girl he kept thinking about. Her poor cell facing the door, every now and then getting a glance at sunlight.

"I'm sorry, Shock, sometimes our patients, act out, I assure you we treat them with the utmost hospitality," Mr. Hyre stuttered in reassurance.

Yeah right, Epoch thought, he knew what went on in these places, these people were lower than lab rats, the world hated them. The sudden emotion triggered that tingle. That static-like feeling of the energy welling up inside him. If he could, he'd blast this place into
smithereens, it was the absolute only thing that made him so angry.

"Let's move along," Mr. Derenberg started, "We'll show you a few more things on this floor and then we'll get your opinion so far before lunch, and after lunch, you get to walk around on your own after a brief tour of the lower level. We feel that if you just walk through and observe on your own, you'll see just how friendly these facilities are."

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Skills
Time Travel [Alpha] - 0/20
Teleportation [Alpha] - 0/20
Energy Blast [Novice] - 0/10
Super Nova [Passive]

Lawton, Oklahoma
10:02am

A young girl stepped out of a black Lamborghini and surveyed the area. “So this is Lawton, Oklahoma,” she murmured to herself. She took her sunglasses off and went to the front window.
“Did you require something of me, Miss?” the driver asked after rolling the window down.
“Go find a hotel and book a single room for each of us. Then find ways to entertain yourself until I need you.” Then she dismissed the driver from her mind. The main fight started here at the Lake, she mused to herself. But Dr. Takeshi didn’t show up until the bridge. I wonder who the boy was and how he called Dr. Takeshi to him.
“Excuse me miss, but can I help you?” A man in a ticket booth called out to her.
“Ah, right. I was wondering about the combatants from the battle tha—“
“Ah, you mean with those super powered people.”
“That would be correct. Do you have any inkling where they went?”
“Well I think they live somewhere in the big O city.”
“As in… Oklahoma City? Well you’ve been quite a big help. Thank you much.” She walked away from him and pulled out her iPhone. “Gregory, cancel the reservations and come back right away.”