Log:Interface times Six

2013/07/09 	 Interface Bee Kutone Sukeban Fynn Wade Porter Obsidian Butterfly

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''CBSU is one of the better state schools, especially strong on the science and in the fields of xenobiology and alien culture second to none. The new dorms, lecture halls and library speak of generous benefactors. ''

''The campus is arranged in an broadly circular pattern. In the midst of campus is the college or student square, an open area where the students can hang out when the weather's nice. Surrounding the square are the rest of campus facilities, starting with the dorms, then moving out to the classroom buildings. By the campus stores two elevated MagLev lines cross. There is no stadium: that's off the campus proper, to the north of Courtland Way. ''

Timing it seems, is everything. Allison has been working on some upgrades to her suit. More specifically, anti-intrusion upgrades to make sure -nothing- like the recent theft and override can ever happen again. So the suit is in its component parts right now, with Julius helping out. Her room is locked tight... and I mean locked TIGHT. Just in case y'know? It's not like she owns a tower, a satellite, a mansion and a yacht. However, while that suit is strewn all about her dorm room floor... other things are conspiring to make life even more difficult for well... many of Colonial Bay's citizens.

It's not as if they know precisely which room the armor was stored in. They didn't get a download until it was out in the air and it was only pure luck that prevented them from learning who Allison is, or rather who the owner of Interface's armor really is. However, that doesn't mean they're not going to try to acquire that knowledge! More to the point, they want the AI that they have learned was in communication with the suit. So it is that in the middle of evening, the campus is set upon.

A truck that normally delivers supplies to the cafeteria was hijacked, and half a dozen knockoff suits were loaded inside. The truck parks in the lot and then the next thing anyone knows... it erupts with red and silver armor suits looking very much like Interface does in costume. Another part of their ploy, if they do encounter the real thing... it's a shell game for everyone else! So armor suits are progressing in an orderly manner when others manage to hear about it, see it, or otherwise get themselves involved.

Bee can teleport almost anywhere in the city if she has reason, but not all villains wait around long enough for a police scanner to pick them up. So, lacking a better plan, she turns to her youth (and comic books) for inspiration: she goes patrolling. Flying over the city to the hum of mechanical wings, she sees what she can see, confident that if she doesn't see any crimes that her very presence so visible overhead may have had an impact on that.

Kotone was heading back to her dorm room from dinner at the dining hall. She frowns she sees the suits. "" She runs off to a secluded spot to change into her costume.

Bee thinks as she sees the odds pile up against her .oO (Well, I'm regretting holding off on buying that high-power radio headset now)

Porter has a friend (yes, he has one!), who happens to be a student and tends to spend long hours doing schoolwork or gymnastics practice. Thus he's on campus for an unplanned visit. Very quickly, it seems that he's not the only one doing this. When he first spots a red and silver suit, he starts to wave and calls out a friendly "Hey!". Then he sees a second, third, fourth.... Ok, either Interface cloned herself or her suit, or... somebody else did?

Wade isn't in costume. Instead, he's in typical workout clothing. He still has his relatively high-tech bracer on while he's jogging around campus, though. As he comes into view of the suits of armor, he slows down, and furrows his brow. "Hmm."

A beautiful day for exploring the city and Fynn decids on the campus today, flying around just about rooftop. Slowing upon seeing the suits he lowers to the ground, watching curiously. "Looks like someone is doing some testing." Is said to himself as his feet touch down. Hes wearing new looking jeans and tennis shoes with dark blue pollo shirt.

Bee dives and lands hard in the midst of the Inferfaces, throwing a flash grenade at her feet as they turn to look at her. "I don't know who you are," she announces to the mob, "but if Interface isn't sharing a bit of her technology with *me*, there is no way she is suddenly going retail."

The flash bomb goes off in the middle of the group, and all six sets of faceplates turn, the eyeslits darkened and rippling as they lighten once more. And typical of the villain mindset, even when they have radios to communicate with, they're talking out loud. "Designate secondary target. Bravo, Charlie, continue to search for priority one target. The rest of you, we will do rear guard."

Sukeban rockets into the sky and streaks toward the flash of light, flames swirling around her and trailing like a comet's tail behind her.

Wade narrows his eyes, and turns on his shield. . o O (Last time I saw someone doing this kind of thing on campus, they were looking for Casey. And the time before that, I was attacked. This can't be good. Though I don't think I know who they are.) He breaks into a sprint, despite having been jogging for the last hour or so, getting closer to where the 'Interface's are.

Bravo and Charlie turn and fire their thrusters, heading for the residential area, the dorms and all that. Alpha, Delta, Echo, and Foxtrot turn to engage the oncoming rush of heroes. Shoulderpads slide aside and dual cannons pop up out of them. Two aim towards Bee, and the other two split aim, one targeting Victory, and the other targeting Sukeban. Of the two aiming at Bee, one is not firing yet. That would be Alpha. She's in command, and so waiting to see if she'll be needed.

Wade brings his shield up in the way to take the brunt of the attack, deflecting the blast away from him. "Okay...I guess that answers that question."

Sukeban smirks as the blast misses her, "I guess ya jokers aren't using heat seekers."

Sukeban shouts, "Yo Bee, how tough's yer armor?"

Bee is hit by the purple blaster beam and knocked back several meters, but turns the uncontrolled motion into an acrobatic tumble that finishes with her digging both high heeled boots into the pavement with electric sparks from the metal stilettos: upright and relatively unharmed.

Bee yells back, "Not tough, but neither are they if that is the best they can dish out."

Sukeban grins, "OK, I'll give ya chance to get clear before I bomb them."

Porter overhears that they're looking for something or someone. When it looks like the two are going for the dorms, he's going to guess it's someone. He looks past them and hits some buttons on his belt, disappearing from where he was. He aims to reappear nearly a hundred meters distant, about half that ahead of the pair moving for the dorms.

Fynn says, "doesn't know what's going on but he at least knows some of the people involved. The problem is that he's also seen one of the people in the suit. He shakes his head and shrugs, flying towards the fight and yells out as earth and water flow from his skn, swirling around him. "So um....what's going on?"

Bee slaps her belt and a thick force field appears over her body as she charges toward the trio containing Alpha. "Sukeban! Do your worst!" she yells, before stating to the trio conversationally. "This might sting a bit."

Sukeban grins, "Sucks to be you guys." She flies and lands in the middle of them and holds up her hand, "Nothin' up my sleeve." She snaps her fingers and a spark drops at her feet and blossoms into a ball of fire!

Wade brings his arm around in an arc, and his energy shield launches away from his bracer toward the closest 'Interface', only to reform on his wrist a moment later. . o O (About time to give this a try, I guess...with all that fire around)

Sukeban thinks. o O (Damn... My flames flared again, I got to try to use less power.)

The shield blasts through the forcefield, and slams into the leader's chest. Bam!. She ends up on her back a few meters away too. Nice Shot Victory!

Bee flies (again) and tumbles (again) and (again) lands on her feet. "Thanks for the heads up!" she yells, her voice distorted by the field around her. "You hit harder than they do!"

Sukeban shrugs, "Uh, yeah, I'm tryin' to work on that. . . . I mean, yeah, there's nothin' my flames can't burn!"

After the explosion, and all that... the four rear guard suits fire thrusters almost simultaneously and end up on their feet, more spread out now. Alpha gestures and she and Foxtrot fly upwards to hover and get altitude for the fight. Delta and Echo remain on the ground. "Focus fire." says Alpha. "Designating threat alpha." she says as her cannons aim towards Sukeban, and all four of them appear to have it in for the flaming heroine. Two of them firing now, and two of them waiting to see how that goes. The good/bad news is that she is now at short range for sure.

Sukeban thumps her chest, "Damn right I'm target alpha!"

Sukeban laughs as she slumps against the tree, "It'll take more than that to snuff me!"

The aerial combatants fired, and then Delta and Echo flare their thrusters, surging forward and landing on either side of Sukeban's prone form where they both aim kicks at the downed heroine. Thrusters fire just as their feet swing, enhancing the kicks.

Sukeban's flames begin to flicker blue, "Argh! Ahhhh. Crap!"

Porter has a plan, really he does! And it's not just fleeing from purple pulson projecting or fiery flame flinging. Though he does discombobulate and vanish.

Fynn shakes his head and still doesn't know what's going one but one thing is certain, everyone attacking the same person isn't fair at all. He flies towards the kicking pair calling out. "Mind if I have this dance?" As his arms together, with the palms out a column of air, that looks like a small tornado with arcing lighting, shoots out towards one of them.

Echo is struck by the tornado and flung towards the truck they all came here in. Striking the cab, the suit doesn't seem to be moving.

Though she runs significantly faster than most traffic Obsidian Butterfly is still relatively slow by meta-human standards, which can leave her with a significant head start to overcome. She springs down from a nearby rooftop, g hoping to intercept one of the two moving toward the dorms.

Wade closes the distance to where Sukeban and her attacker is, and leads with with a side kick toward the assailant in the side.

Bam! Boot to the head! The armor suit crumples, toppling backwards and not moving.

Bee manages to crouch by the armor suit Wade kicked, and she reaches over, whipping out a tool of some sort. A quick glance and she can see that these suits were thrown together a bit hastily. Not that they're not advanced. It's just obvious that they didn't take the time required to secure things better. So a simple severing of a few leads disconnects the suit's power supply from... the rest of the suit. This one isn't going anywhere at least.

Wade repeats his prior actions, as he steps out more into the open, looking up at the two above him. "What the heck are you folks looking for, anyway?" He then whips another instance of his energy shield at one of them.

Wade's shield reforms again after the prior shield's energy dissipates. He smiles to himself, "Sweet...it works nicely."

The leader is blasted, and goes reeling. Ass over Elbows so to speak. However, doesn't slam into anything... on the upward angle trajectory. "Oscar Mike!" she calls out.

Fynn nods at Wade for the assist and zips off in pursuit of one flying suit. "I really hope I'm on the right side here." Coming to a stop takes a deep breath, leaning forward as he exhales a stream of fire at one of the minions.

Porter guesses right sometimes, and it has nothing to do with the fact that the dorm he appears atop is coed. He watches Bravo and Charlie fly in and gives them a big smirk and a little wave. Then he focuses on Charlie. Maybe his voice-recognition systems mistake 'Designate Target Bravo' for 'Target Designate Bravo', maybe a juicy bug spatters on his IFF sensor, or maybe he just wants to move up a little higher in the phonetic alphabet?

Obsidian Butterfly's slender form traces an elegant ballistic arc as she leaps toward the pair of flying suited figures. Then as Wade's blast thumps one of her intended targets she changes stance and her course adjusts markedly, homing in on the remaining dorm-bound suit and rising over them. Her gloved hands curl into loosely clenched fists, her index fingers hooking slightly almost as though holding a trigger. As she nears her chosen opponent her fists pump in a sudden flurry, raining a series of swift but brutal punches

Regan's five blows all find their mark and land with increasing power in a rapid staccato sequence, the last one landing before the armoured foe has even started shooting downward, thumping lightly against the courtyard's pavers.

Sukeban kips up and rockets over to the one 8m away, her flames, hair and eyes blazing blue-hot. Flames trail from her fist as she tries to deck the armored menace, "BURNIN' KNUCKLE!"

After all that, Charlie saw a brief flicker of static on her HUD, but with a quick smack of her hand to her helmet, it stopped and she turned to give orders to Bravo... but found Bravo tumbling town. She narrowed her eyes and was about to do something with Alpha says (ala Stormtroopers.... yes, over radio, but also out loud.) "Abort. I repeat, abort." So Bravo fires thrusters to right herself, and her and Charlie activate the gravitic drive... going to supersonic in like a second. Alpha would have grabbed one of the others to bug out with, but rightfully believes that doing so... would negate any chance of -her- getting away. So she simply whooshes off at gravitic speeds as well, three sonic booms up above in moments.

Wade raises a brow watching Alpha bug out, "Huh. Intresting. She's a bit smarter than I gave her credit for initially."

Sukeban cools down, her flames turning red, "Still an idiot, to try anythin' in this town!"

Bee sits on the chest of her captive with a boot heel on either side of his head. "Lets get to know each other, shall we?" she mutters with the distinctive mechanical buzz of her voice as she starts to work opening the inactive suit.

Wade turns off his shield, and looks to Sukeban, "So...do you need to announce your maneuvers? Or was that just for fun?"

Sukeban grins, "Force of habit. I watched way to many Sentai shows when I was a kid. Callin' yer attacks is just kind of part of that. And it's cool of course!"

Porter follows Bravo as the suit goes up, up, and away... but only with his eyes. If only that box of experimental technology with the smeared address label had held a jet pack... He peeks over the side of the dorm dorm and looks down at Obsidian Buterfly. "You Ok down there?"

Fynn leans forward and speeds after the suits as they fly away but slow as it quikly apparent there's no chance to catch them. He turns around, looking at the others. "Will someone please tell me what the hell is going on here? Why are we all attacking that girls unit? Is he a villain or not? These are important things to know"

Sukeban blinks, scratches her head, scatters embers, "Uh... I got no clue. I just figured they were bad guys, I so jumped in."

Wade nods. "I wasn't sure who was who at first, until someone shot at me."

 offers Julius. Allison set his sensor on the windowsill as she was frantically trying to reassemble her armor suit. She has it like 80% assembled now, cursing the whole time. <> she asks and Julius confirms that,  And Ally pauses, perking up. <>

Fynn listens, his eyes narrowed slightly, "So the one that was at the gym is a bad guy too?"

Bee shakes her head as she works. "These are bad copies, designed, no doubt to confuse those of us that know the real Interface is a hero."

Wade looks more closely at the armor. "Huh...kind of looks like Interface's design. Seemed fragile though, for power armor." He looks over to Fynn, "Was it Interface you ran into?"

Fynn shrugs. "Don't remember the name but was wearing armor similar to these. Theres was some sparing at the gym that I watched."

 offers Julius. And Ally sighs, <> she offers.

Meanwhile, the pilot in the suit Bee disabled -is- conscious, but unable to do... anything. Without power, the suit is basically a prison.

Bee pops the helmet off and notices that the woman between her legs is awake. "Hello." she says brightly as she starts to work on the inside of the helmet. "Stay put. Once I get through listening in on your friends, you and I are going to have a chat."

So, bad guys were stopped and fled. Porter didn't do quite as much or as well as he'd hoped, but all in all, it ended well. Now it's just a matter of pushing a few buttons and ...watching the device on his belt flicker and die. "Of course..." Ok. Now it's time to look around the roof for an access door...

"Won't do you any good." offers the woman in the suit. She has a replacement cyber eye, and several attachments leading right into the helmet and the armor itself. "The radio's in my head, and I've already given it the override signal. It'd one hundred percent disabled by now."

Bee says, "Suit needs power to accept a signal. You'll forgive me if I don't take your word for it."

"You're right, but the radio's not -in- the suit. Believe me or not, it won't change the facts." offers the woman. Meanwhile, Allison is coming out of the building, Julius back on her wrist and belt buckle. It's a multi-piece unit. "Everyone okay?!" she calls out. She's on a mission now, blue paint!

Fynn floats down, landing on the ground close to Bee and leans over the suit. "Soooo what do we do with them, is there some special poice division that deals with people like this here? Maybe the military."

Wade looks at the apparent cyborg. "Huh. That's...curious. Kind of reminds me of some VENOM experiments I stumbled across about a year ago. Different tech, though."

Bee mutters while she works, "To be arrested, you have to break some laws. I could press for assault, but then they'd counter sue and I'd prefer to keep this ...." she pauses to snip a wire "...friendly."

Wade raises a brow. "Mmm...no, we need to call the authorities. If they're let go by the cops, then fine. But I want to leave it to them."

Bee says, "My guess is the real Interface is around here. How about we compromise and let her press charges... for identity theft if nothing else."

Wade shakes his head, "So...we find someone with a secret identity? How's that a compromise?" He heads over to one of the campus security phones scattered about campus, and makes a call with it.

Porter finds nothing easily visible or accessible. He looks down over the side and spots someone coming out. Who happens to be asking about others. Lucky. Maybe. "Almost?!" He calls down and waves. "Is there an elevator or a ladder around? Maybe a bunch of sheets?" He's not too picky.

Bee sighs and puts down the helmet. Leaning forward to the armored woman below her, she says, "Well, I guess the clock is ticking. Why don't you and I talk a bit?"

"What if the suits are stolen or..something?" Fynn leans in closer to the pilot. "Did you steal this?" Almost like he's expecting a straight answer. He waves at the new arrivel. "I think so, maybe a little banged up." Leaving the ground again he flies to the roof near Porter. "Need a lift?"

Well, folks are ignoring her for now, so Allison looks up towards Porter. Okay, not EVERYONE is ignoring her. She smiles a bit and says, "Roof access is usually locked from the inside so... let me go inside and open it for you!" she calls out, turning around to head back inside.

"Talk all you want." offers the captured pilot. "I love listening to sanctimonious heroes toot their own horns."

"Thanks!" Porter calls back, genuinely thankful. He blinks and looks up when Fynn arrives. "Um..." He looks back at the redhead disappearing back into the building. He shakes his head. "No... I think I'm good." A smile. "Thanks, though."

Wade finishes the call to campus security, who likely will call in local police in turn. He then walks back over toward Bee and the captive.

Fynn chuckles and nods. "Yeah, I would choose her too. How did you manage to get up here if you can't get down?" Stepping forwards, he lands on the roof and turns to look at the battlefield. "This sort of thing happens an aweful lot around here."

Porter shrugs at Fynn. "Finicky equipment, Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. Usually it works on the going out.. not so much on the coming back. And ... yeah, things are always happening, but that's normal for me."

"Good luck with your rescue." Fynn waves again and leaps off the roof, flying away to the east.

Soon, the rooftop access door opens, and the young (younger than maybe Porter initially expected) woman opens the door. "You alright?" she asks as she steps aside to let Porter back inside.