Saviors of a Divided Nation: SuperIOT

Sir, you have me intrigued.

The evil organization known as the Ending Story is present and a PM will be sent to you momentarily.
 
I will note now, again because several people have made this mistake, that your first hero cannot be the leader of your organization. Your personal character, the organization leader, is a retired super and your first Hero/Villain is their student/lieutenant/whatever.

EDIT: And a reminder that all Heroes/Villains must have at least 1 in every stat. Two or three people have sent Heroes/Villains with 0s in certain categories, so edit to your satisfaction and resend.

-L
 
I will note now, again because several people have made this mistake, that your first hero cannot be the leader of your organization. Your personal character, the organization leader, is a retired super and your first Hero/Villain is their student/lieutenant/whatever. -L

Alas... Vinsin Vancore, the leader of the Gethic Hand, is not a retired super but rather is the (normal) middle aged head of the authoriterian group. His desires to become dictator of a super state are however aided by his strategic ability.

Expect his villains to be his personel commanders and agents.

Basically imagine if Mussolini was a Bond villain...
 
Good and Evil organizations can't outright ally and work together, but they can not hinder each other if it's judged necessary. IC-wise your agents can fight with powers, it simply won't affect their actual combat stats. And the Gadgeteer Ability is required for Supers to have firearms.

Adding new players to spreadsheet.

-L

And firearms do affect stats? Or just act like modifiers for certain roles such as close/medium/long range?
 
So do we get our stats via PM, or are we waiting for a first turn update?
 
@AA - That's one of the words I've never been able to spell right.

@Sonereal - Firearms and other such gadgets give unspecified CN bonuses to their wielders, and if ranged weapons are used at appropriate distances they give Ranged Weapon(read: Aim) bonuses.

@EQandCivfanatic - I'm assembling a joint spreadsheet at the moment. I'll probably PM everyone their stats at game start to show them what they've got, and again if they ever request it, but I'll expect people to at least generally keep track of their own stuff.

Signups are looking good. Anyone who's sent me a PM so far, you're on the spreadsheet and listed. Looking at an official game start Saturday or Sunday.

-L
 
I will note now, again because several people have made this mistake, that your first hero cannot be the leader of your organization. Your personal character, the organization leader, is a retired super and your first Hero/Villain is their student/lieutenant/whatever.

EDIT: And a reminder that all Heroes/Villains must have at least 1 in every stat. Two or three people have sent Heroes/Villains with 0s in certain categories, so edit to your satisfaction and resend.

-L

Grumble Mumble that means I have to change my idea. :(
 
"Wasted?"

Yes, tvtropes and responding to complainers who ask about our hard work on Elder Kings takes up a lot of time from an average lifespan I'd say.
 
The Dragon Ascendent, lead by Vivian Jones, which is evil and ready.

Player character:
Spoiler :
Mr. Carnegie,
The Armorer evaded surveillance at Richmond International Airport in Virginia. Permission to pursue?

Agent Fowley.


Agent,

Negative.

Mr. Carnegie.


Case #16932190: The Armorer
Real Name: Vivian Jones
Social Security: *********
Age: 38
Height: 5' 10
Weight: 126 lbs
Hair: White
Eyes: Gray
Arrests: None.
Convictions: None.

Bio: Ms. Jones was found on the doorstep of a hospital in Honolulu, Hawaii. She was kidnapped by one Chuck Cooper on her fourteenth birthday, found on her sixteenth. She was placed in a foster home, but ran away when Cooper escaped from jail less than a month after he was arrested. Ms. Jones resurfaced at the age of eighteen as the principal engineer, inventor and armorer of the Legion of Doom. Upon the Legion's defeat 12 years ago, Ms. Jones turned state's evidence against the Legion, citing the non-existence of laws against selling legal equipment and services to supervillains.

Confirmed inventions:
-Power Man's Power Armor (Weaker copies being mass-produced by unscrupulous companies in Russia, customs unable to stop all shipments.)
-Ice's Freeze Blaster (Has a cupholder and a "defrost" setting, rendering it completely different from our Freeze Rays.)
-The Mobile Armored Recreational Vehicle or M.A.R.V. (Armored track of similar size to a city block, ran completely on solar energy, armed with non-lethal sonic cannons. Legion used to go out clubbing with it.)
-The Vertichopper (A helicopter chassis with rotors on a rotating ring around the chassis. Responsible for the death of the supervillain Nightmare, who was piloting the machine.)
-Cyclops' Limpet Mines (Mines which hop from the ground onto the nearest moving thing before releasing a stunning shock and EMP. Personal Note: Highly annoying and painful.)
- George Crushington's Revolutionary Hydrofoil (Capable of 64 knots regardless of weather, powered by type AB human blood. Destroyed by the USS Roanoke. Request by the Catholic church to exorcise the wreckage pending.)

Notes:
-Chuck Cooper was found dead in his ex-wife's apartment 19 years ago. He had been frozen alive, then shattered with a plumbing wrench. No clues were ever found.
-Ms. Jones entered the witness protection program after giving evidence against the Legion.
 
Somewhere upon the sea...

Spoiler :
Lightning flashed, thunder crashed, and the heavens opened up, releasing a deluge of rain onto The Armorer's 14-year secret project. It was finally ready, and that meant she was finally ready - she would no longer be the servant, but the master.

The Armorer's personal VTOL approached the project, anchored at an island too small to be on any map.

"There's too much cloud cover! We need to land now or we'll fall from the sky!" Called the pilot.

"You know your job, Rodriguez. We can ride out the storm on the island if necessary." The Armorer replied coolly.

"I can land it!" Rodriguez replied.

The VTOL came to a hover above the project and slowly began to descend, its variable engines providing expertly-timed counters to the unpredictable winds. As the VTOL began to set down, the glowing yellow-orange engines began to dim, before finally going dark and setting the rear wheel down with a jarring bump.

"Nice landing, Rodrguez." The Armorer congratulated.

"Thank you, Ma'am. But the rear wheel..." stammered Rodriguez

"We're walking away alive from a 98% cloud cover landing in a solar-powered jet onto a ship. It was an excellent landing. The next version of this jet will have a larger emergency reserve." The Armorer stated.

A team of mechanics rushed onto the drenched deck and milled around the plane. One of them rushed up to the door and opened it, yelling "It's too dangerous to get this craft to the elevator! You'll have to run across the deck!"

"This is your boss! Do you think she's just going to..." Rodriguez began angrily.

The Armorer pushed past the mechanic onto the deck as a two men armed with assault rifles covered two more men hustling a red-robed man in chains out of the cargo bay. The Armorer pointed at the control tower, and the procession set off.

As The Armorer entered the control tower, the prisoner and guards headed downstairs.

"Armorer, Ma'am. We got the batteries to 28% before this storm started up. Despite our low power level, I have to recommend we head into the open ocean. There's a good chance we'll face a tsunami if we stay here." The Captain saluted and stated tersely.

"Then get us to sea, Captain. You have something else to say?" The Armorer questioned.

"Only that were this vessel powered by fossil fuels, we would not be in this situation." The Captain stated.

"That is the past. This storm is the future. There were very good reasons for that decision, which I'd be happy to discuss when your ship is not in danger." The Armorer replied. "I trust you can handle the ship?"

"Aye aye, Ma'am." The Captain answered.

"Then I'll leave you to your job and go do mine." The Armorer walked down into the bowels of the ship.

"Punt." The Captain muttered under his breath. "Hoist the anchors and signal the flight crew to jettison that thing on my deck!" The Captain bellowed. "Then get them inside. We're making way."

Outside, a marvel of modern engineering splashed into the ocean and quickly sank. Then the 200-meter carrier started moving. It's mooring lines put up temporary resistance, but snapped one by one. On shore, the construction crew looked on, dumbfounded, as their only hope of leaving the island left them. The carrier quickly accelerated to its cruising speed of 37 knots and turned into the storm.

The Armorer arrived in her office, dripping wet. She then pressed a button underneath her desk. The two armed soldiers arrived, bringing the no longer chained red robed man. They deposited him in the only other chair in the room. "Leave us." The Armorer ordered. The guards saluted and left.

"You are quite foolish. First you stop me from fulfilling my contract, kidnap me, and then you dismiss your protectors? Foolish woman." The red-robed man stated as he began to rise.

"Don't try to get up." The Armorer stated flatly.

"Or what? You'll sto- AHH!" As the red-robed man stood, a six-legged drone painted the same color as the floor leaped onto his chest from beside The Armorer's feet and shocked him.

"Only one minute, L-1." The Armorer coolly ordered. The drone chirped in acknowledgment. The Armorer watched as the red-robed man screamed and electricity wreathed around him. "In case you're wondering, this is one third of one percent of the device's shocking capacity. It hurts so much more than any other shock you've received in your life because the device is also emitting a signal to amplify your pain receptors."

"You...titch." The red-robed man accused weakly.

"Yes, I am. Now to business. I know your name is Tsing Shin, and you go by the pseudonym The Dragon. I also know you once had a contract on industrialist William Wilson, but you don't as of five minutes ago." The Armorer stated.

"What do you mean?" The Dragon questioned.

"It's quite simple. I called your former employer, told him you now worked for me." The Armorer answered.

"What?" The Dragon asked in shock.

"I seem to recall he vowed eternal vengeance on you for betraying him. Now that would be nasty to go home to." The Armorer mused.

"I don't know what you hope to gain, but it won't work." The Dragon defiantly stated.

"Gain? You are the one who stands to gain. What were you? A hired assassin. No cause beyond that of where the money came from. A person should do what they do for a reason, and enjoy it. And if you don't want a reason, I can guarantee you will be better compensated for your service under me than under anyone else." The Armorer persuaded.

"How could I serve you? You're a woman and you defeated me with dishonor." The Dragon angrily stated.

"Yes, I defeated you with dishonor. You must serve because I did defeat you with dishonor - a great war of ideologies is being fought with the prize being the ability to shape the future. Anyone who competes will do anything to seize it. In such a large scale war, against so many opponents who think differently, it takes a dishonorable person to achieve victory." The Armorer lectured.

"Even in the old days, it was never the kings who were honorable." mused The Dragon.

"Yes. And that is why I rule." The Armorer finished.

"Untold riches?" The Dragon asked.

"Yes." The Armorer answered.

"Then I accept." The Dragon acknowledged.

"Very well. Let's shake on it." The Armorer offered.

The Armorer reached across and took The Dragon's right hand in hers and they shook.

"It is fortunate you did not attempt to use that opportunity to betray me." She said brightly.

"Why not?" The Dragon asked warily.

In answer, The Armorer opened her left fist, revealing a syringe full of 25cc of cyanide.

"Ah." The Dragon answered.

"Dismissed." The Armorer ordered.

The Dragon bowed, and left.


Edit: Spoilered due to length.
 
British Secret Service Report on Tony Bryson AKA Director Vinsin Vancore of the Gethic Hand

Spoiler describtion :
Bushy long brown hair complete with goatee. Is in a stone grey trench coat with dark blue strips. Wearing black leather gloves and boots. Dark red long sleave shirt. Wearing a dark blue bullet proof vest. Dark grey trousers. White socks. Tall. Appears muscular but is actually not as strong physically as he seems. Age 36



Born Tony Bryson in Perth, he moved with his parents to London when he was 4 for his parents’ taking into business. His was known as a child to be very bossy, ordering kids to take others lunch money. At age 14 he won the Junior Speaking Competition but the medal was taken off him when it was found that he had bribed one the judges with fake money. His parents decided to throw him into a military academy in hope of disciplining him. Unfortunately discipline he did receive… to order others about with even more stricter sense, as the school decided to place him in a junior officer course. He would then go to the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst to develop further his skills. He was noted by fellow military students for his power abuse, his paranoia, his determination, his hard work and his cunning. However he would not complete: he got kicked out for delving into his first case of weapons smuggling, selling military grade weapons to teenage criminal gangs. He was spared jail in return for a spying job to spy on an attempted weapons smuggling ring of the Real IRA. It was hoped he would reform and an agent was set to make him a better citizen, even offering him in return political speech classes in return for good behavior. However Bryson decided not to do weapon smuggling but training classes for would be Real IRA insurgents, teaching them academy grade squad tactics and on frontier doctrines being considered by scholars. He even his speech lessons to help chair Real IRA meetings. When the agent found out eventually Bryson had managed to get a ticket to Brazil before the Northern Irish authorities could arrest him. He had been age 23.

The life of Bryson for the next years remain unclear but he moved around the world serving as a officer trainer for hire for different groups around the world, from Afganistan insurgent to Somali an terrorist to Columbian drug cartels to even Scottish bankers… through the latter’s Hong Kong branch of course. This all altered though when he reached 27 and became a henchmen for an international military cell known as Dread Bulk. Having renamed himself as Vinsin Vancore as his alias, he came close to Dread Bulk’s leader Nicolas Morn. Morn decided to make Vancore his second-in-command. Vancore payed in kind by arranging Morn’s “boating accident.” Becoming its chief Vancore decided to give Dread Bulk a rebranding, changing its name to the Gethic Hand, ordering a new uniform for all the members. He arranged for a new HQ (which he named Vinsier) and setting the aim of the organisation from “help those who hire us” to “create the Protectorate of the Gethic Hand… hopefully involving being a dominant power in the world.” He decides to target the USA first: if he succeeds he will have a stepping stone to create a new hegemonic order.
 
OOC: Just saying right here that I’m changing the name of my main faction leader from Dr. Tophat to Elder King. Also the AKA of my main villain super is now Red Menace. Just cause doctors are so overdone.

NCIC Report: Scott Anders​

Name: Scott D. Anders
AKA: The Elder King, Thudmeister, and Ohnonothim
DOB: Unknown
SSN: Unknown
Race: Unknown
Sex: M
Height: Unknown
Weight: Unknown
Hair: White
Eyes: Brown
Known Associates: Michael “The Mick” McCrowley (Deceased), Ginger “Red Menace” Solstelle (At Large), Owen “The Foreigner” Barnes (Deceased), Richard “The Quail Hunter” Cheney (In Custody)
Wanted For: Murder, Conspiracy to Commit Murder, Unlawful Experimentation Upon Humans, False Imprisonment, Vandalism, Arson, Conspiracy to Commit Arson, Kidnapping, Extortion, Cattle Rustling, Conspiracy to Commit Cattle Rustling, Assault, Battery, Slander, Lollygagging, and Conspiracy to Commit Lollygagging
DO NOT ATTEMPT TO APPREHEND ALONE. SUBJECT HIGHLY DANGEROUS.

NCIC Report: Ginger Solstelle​

Name: Ginger Solstelle
AKA: Red Menace
DOB: 05/02/1988
SSN: ***-**-****
Race: W
Sex: F
Height: 5’ 5’’
Weight: 110
Hair: Red
Eyes: Hazel
Known Associates: Scott “Elder King” Anders (At Large)
Wanted For: Murder, Conspiracy to Commit Murder, Arson, Kidnapping, Extortion
DO NOT ATTEMPT TO APPREHEND ALONE. SUBJECT HIGHLY DANGEROUS
 
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