Earth-616, 2010.
Earlier today, you announced to the public the truth.
You are Tony Stark, and you are Iron Man.
The high from the media attention was almost worth revealing the fact. It wasn’t until you had left the press conference that the thought came to you that it was a mistake. Everyone from the military to gossip magazines would hound you now, you were sure of it.
You would worry about it later. Soon, sleep overtook you. You weren’t asleep long enough to have any real dreams, but for a few moments, you remembered. Afghanistan. Captivity. Dr. Yinsen. Him, bleeding in your arms. Then, nothing. You woke with a jolt. Happy was tapping your leg from the front seat.
“Home already?”
“Yup. Have a good night, Mr. Stark.”
He left you in the driveway, but wasn’t present long enough to hear what you heard. Alarms, coming from inside the house. Strangely, none blared externally. You walked to the door, noting it had been left open.
“Jarvis!”
“Welcome home, siiiiiiirrr.” The AI’s robotic voice slurred, then stopped. Across the front room, A man looked over the balcony, out at Malibu on the horizon. He was barely silhouetted by the light. You walked towards the steps, keeping your cool. Then, he spoke.
“I am Iron Man. You think you’re the only superhero in the world? Mr. Stark, you’ve become part of a bigger universe. You just don’t know it yet.” His voice boomed and carried even while facing opposite out towards the water. He turned to face you, appearance still hidden in the shadow.
“Who the hell are you?” You looked back incredulously. How had he gotten in, and disabled J.A.R.V.I.S., at that? Happy couldn’t have been more than a mile down the road.
“Nick Fury. Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“Oh.” Right, like you were supposed to know whatever the hell that was.
He smiled for a moment, then spoke again.
“I’m here to talk to you about the Avenger Initiative.”
It was a blur. Earth’s ‘mightiest’ heroes, defending the weak. It sounded like shadowy, pseudo-world police. You liked the idea of being called a hero, but you did it your way. Whoever this guy was didn’t understand that.
He left you his card, and you threw it into the trash.
Terrifying. You couldn’t be left alone with your thoughts and nothing to do or no one to talk to you. A bottle of whiskey stood half-finished on an end table. You knew you shouldn’t indulge.
“Jarvis.”
“Yes, Sir?” A response, thank God.
“I want a full security system reboot, and an analysis on how that guy managed to shut you down. That’s not happening again. Oh, and-”
>”Call Pepper.”
>”Prep the Mark Three. I’m going out.”
>”Run a background on Nick Fury, and this ‘shield’ thing. I’m gonna’ go tweak the suit.”
Roll one 1d100 to avoid drinking as a part of either choice. Success DC is >=80.
(Reference: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2oKUsna2yvA)
Rolled 33 (1d100)
>>6255849 (OP)>>”Run a background on Nick Fury, and this ‘shield’ thing. I’m gonna’ go tweak the suit.”
>>6255861Mr. Stark is confirmed to be sloshed.
Rolled 32 (1d100)
>>6255849 (OP)>”Run a background on Nick Fury, and this ‘shield’ thing. I’m gonna’ go tweak the suit.”
Rolled 23 (1d100)
>>6255849 (OP)“Hey bitch”
>>6255902For >”Call Pepper.” lol
Rolled 95 (1d100)
>>6255849 (OP)>”Run a background on Nick Fury, and this ‘shield’ thing. I’m gonna’ go tweak the suit.”Consider us on-guard and DEFINITELY not shook, no sir.
>>6255849 (OP)>”Run a background on Nick Fury, and this ‘shield’ thing. I’m gonna’ go tweak the suit.”
Rolled 62 (1d100)
>>6255849 (OP)>>”Call Pepper.”
Rolled 42 (1d100)
>>6255849 (OP)>>”Call Pepper.”"So the big reveal was a mistake, I'm gonna redirect all questions and offers to you, good luck lmao"
Rolled 90 (1d100)
>>6255849 (OP)>Run a background on Nick Fury, and this ‘shield’ thing. I’m gonna’ go tweak the suit.”
Rolled 2 (1d100)
>>6256258>”The HUD and targeting computer.” (Improved Reaction Time + Accuracy)We make the best of the shots we have, we can get by without upgrades to the charge rate and repulsors themselves for the time being.
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Counting 5 d100 failures, 2 successes.
”Run a background on Nick Fury, and this ‘shield’ thing. I’m gonna’ go tweak the suit.”
”I’ll let you know when I’m finished, Mr. Stark.”
You pour one drink, then two. You think about a third, and it goes back too. They bite hard, and you felt a spring in your step. Good, The numbing would come soon enough. Right now, you had the pep to do some work. You walked down the steps to the garage, the suit stood in the middle, silently.
“Sir, I have an analysis of my system’s takeover ready.” The suit reminded you of the family trip to England when you were younger. Suits of armor, standing like sentinels on the walls of the castle. Oh, how you wished Dad could have seen this.
“Let’s not make it an email, what happened?” Your head pounded slightly from the shots, you rubbed it with a groan as you opened the security door and entered the garage. It was untouched, unbothered. It felt like the only place left where you could come and hide from the world. Hide from all the reporters and suits that wanted nothing more to make a buck off you.
“I’ve traced the source of the breach to numerous field offices in the Washington D.C. area It seems… I was invaded by the government.” J.A.R.V.I.S.’ report was worrying. Your brow furrowed.
That guy wasn’t just another suit. It was a proper spook this time. You’d been ‘investigated’ before, but seeing how Uncle Sam was your top buyer, their efforts always faded.
You had the ultimate weapon. A suit of armor that could destroy anything you pleased. And now everyone wanted it. Stane wanted it. He tried to take it from you, and you stopped him. Not before almost dying.
“That makes two of us. Compile the breach data and try to segment the local security from the building servers a bit more. I want the two percent of your processing dedicated to network monitoring moved up to five. Anything yet on Mr. Fury?”
“Still working on it, Sir. Analysis from your fight with the late Mr. Obadiah Stane is finished, however.” Let’s get to work. Let’s stay on top.
“Where do we improve first?”
”Maintaining power proved to be a notable issue. Your suit demanded to use the repulsors for multiple purposes, often at the same time. I’ve drafted several schematics to rewire the suit, and plans for increasing the amp-minute recharge rate.”
“That can’t be everything, can it?”
“Your accuracy was also to be improved upon, sir. Your internal display is slightly uncoordinated with your a-”
“Alright, alright, I get it. I’m a piss-poor shot. I’ll start on-”
>”The charge rate.” (Improved Arc Reactor Recharge Rate)
>”The repulsors.” (Improved Speed + Repulsor Attack,)
>”The HUD and Targeting Computer.” (Improved Reaction Time + Accuracy)
Need one player to roll 1d100, DC >=80 to see if Mr. Stark passes out.
>>6256259counting this vote, I just had to repost, sorry.
Rolled 30 (1d100)
>>6256264>>”The charge rate.” (Improved Arc Reactor Recharge Rate)
>>6256264>”The HUD and Targeting Computer.” (Improved Reaction Time + Accuracy)
>>6256264>”The HUD and Targeting Computer.” (Improved Reaction Time + Accuracy) Looks like we're passing out
[b]”The HUD and Targeting Computer.”[/b]
[blue]”Excellent choice, Sir.”[/blue]
It took a few hours of work, twenty or so tries with Dum-E holding up paper targets. The slight adjustment of your palm with each try. Your fingers started getting weary, but you were onto something.
“Not bad…”
[blue]”Mr. Stark, your attentive level is degrading rapidly. I recommend you retire for the evening.”[/blue]
You were exhausted. Not tired enough to get up and shower, but you knew that if you went through all the motions, you'd lie down in bed clean, but restless and awake. That would start this over again, no good.
“Right here is comfy, thanks though.”
You felt something drape over you. Dum-E had brought a blanket. It was soft, but heavy, perfect. Was this a fireproof blanket? You weren't sure, you were already asleep.
[blue]”Very well. Goodnight, Sir.”[blue]
[green]ALL COMBAT ACTION AP COSTS REDUCED BY 1, ACCURACY INCREASED BY 30%[/green]
And then, everything rang out, waking you up. You were about to tell J.A.R.V.I.S. to can it, and hang up on it, but it was picked up. What?
“Tony. Are you fucking kidding me?” Pepper. That's right, you hadn’t spoken to her since before the conference.
“Good morning, Pepper! I missed you too-o…” Your head throbbed. You needed food.
“Are you drunk?”
“No, no, just hungover, it’s fine. I’m already-” Fingers fumbled for a box of Pop-Tarts, stashed deep in the shelves of the bench.
“-working on the solution. H-hey, Jarvis, is this what we’re doing, now? Answering calls without permission?”
[blue]”Calls from your personal assistant, relating to your schedule and success, are approved by me.”[/blue]
“Whatever, I’ll bet you forgot what today is, too.”
“No, no, I remembered that, too.”
“Oh, really? Tell me, then, Mr. Stark. What’s today?”
“The day that [i]you[/i] and I spend on the water. The yacht could be ready in an hour.”
“You must’ve already forgot yesterday, funny.”
“There was something about a press conference, and you being mad at me.”
“I am Iron Man? Are you serious, Tony? I’m so mad, you’re not even worth the energy to shout at. Review for the HAMMER expo is today at their lab. You’re one of the guest judges, remember?”
“Right, right, looking over what all brains have been working on, and showing the best in [i]six-months[/i]-do I really have to be there?”
“Yes. Stark Industries shares are climbing after that stunt yesterday. You [i]will[/i] keep up appearances.”
“Or what, you’re going to drag me there?”
“No, I’m not. Happy is. He’ll be there in thirty. Clean yourself up.”
“Actually, y’know, Pepper. I’ll…”
>”Take the suit.”
>”Drive.”
>>Audi R8 (Keeping up with the times.)
>>Ford Flathead Roadster (Okay, Grandpa.)
>>Shelby Cobra (Dad used to love this one…)
Need one player to roll 1d100, DC >=25 to see if a mishap occurs to Hungover Tony enroute.
Will repost update when I'm back on computer to unfuck everything, still taking votes just fine.
Rolled 72 (1d100)
>>6256784>”Take the suit.”Gotta walk the walk after a stunt like that.
”The HUD and Targeting Computer.”
”Excellent choice, Sir.”
It took a few hours of work, twenty or so tries with Dum-E holding up paper targets. The slight adjustment of your palm with each try. Your fingers started getting weary, but you were onto something.
“Not bad…”
”Mr. Stark, your attentive level is degrading rapidly. I recommend you retire for the evening.”
You were exhausted. Not tired enough to get up and shower, but you knew that if you went through all the motions, you'd lie down in bed clean, but restless and awake. That would start this over again, no good.
“Right here is comfy, thanks though.”
You felt something drape over you. Dum-E had brought a blanket. It was soft, but heavy, perfect. Was this a fireproof blanket? You weren't sure, you were already asleep.
”Very well. Goodnight, Sir.”
ALL COMBAT ACTION AP COSTS REDUCED BY 1, ACCURACY INCREASED BY 30%
And then, everything rang out, waking you up. You were about to tell J.A.R.V.I.S. to can it, and hang up on it, but it was picked up. What?
“Tony. Are you fucking kidding me?” Pepper. That's right, you hadn’t spoken to her since before the conference.
“Good morning, Pepper! I missed you too-o…” Your head throbbed. You needed food.
“Are you drunk?”
“No, no, just hungover, it’s fine. I’m already-” Fingers fumbled for a box of Pop-Tarts, stashed deep in the shelves of the bench.
“-working on the solution. H-hey, Jarvis, is this what we’re doing, now? Answering calls without permission?”
”Calls from your personal assistant, relating to your schedule and success, are approved by me.”
“Whatever, I’ll bet you forgot what today is, too.”
“No, no, I remembered that, too.”
“Oh, really? Tell me, then, Mr. Stark. What’s today?”
“The day that you and I spend on the water. The yacht could be ready in an hour.”
“You must’ve already forgot yesterday, funny.”
“There was something about a press conference, and you being mad at me.”
“I am Iron Man? Are you serious, Tony? I’m so mad, you’re not even worth the energy to shout at. Review for the HAMMER expo is today at their lab. You’re one of the guest judges, remember?”
“Right, right, looking over what all brains have been working on, and showing the best in six-months-do I really have to be there?”
“Yes. Stark Industries shares are climbing after that stunt yesterday. You will keep up appearances.”
“Or what, you’re going to drag me there?”
“No, I’m not. Happy is. He’ll be there in thirty. Clean yourself up.”
“Actually, y’know, Pepper. I’ll…”
>”Take the suit.”
>”Drive.”
>>Audi R8 (Keeping up with the times.)
>>Ford Flathead Roadster (Okay, Grandpa.)
>>Shelby Cobra (Dad used to love this one…)
Need one player to roll 1d100, DC >=25 to see if a mishap occurs to Hungover Tony enroute.
”The HUD and Targeting Computer.”
”Excellent choice, Sir.”
It took a few hours of work, twenty or so tries with Dum-E holding up paper targets. The slight adjustment of your palm with each try. Your fingers started getting weary, but you were onto something.
“Not bad…”
”Mr. Stark, your attentive level is degrading rapidly. I recommend you retire for the evening.”
You were exhausted. Not tired enough to get up and shower, but you knew that if you went through all the motions, you'd lie down in bed clean, but restless and awake. That would start this over again, no good.
“Right here is comfy, thanks though.”
You felt something drape over you. Dum-E had brought a blanket. It was soft, but heavy, perfect. Was this a fireproof blanket? You weren't sure, you were already asleep.
”Very well. Goodnight, Sir.”
ALL COMBAT ACTION AP COSTS REDUCED BY 1, ACCURACY INCREASED BY 30%
And then, everything rang out, waking you up. You were about to tell J.A.R.V.I.S. to can it, and hang up on it, but it was picked up. What?
“Tony. Are you fucking kidding me?” Pepper. That's right, you hadn’t spoken to her since before the conference.
“Good morning, Pepper! I missed you too-o…” Your head throbbed. You needed food.
“Are you drunk?”
“No, no, just hungover, it’s fine. I’m already-” Fingers fumbled for a box of Pop-Tarts, stashed deep in the shelves of the bench.
“-working on the solution. H-hey, Jarvis, is this what we’re doing, now? Answering calls without permission?”
”Calls from your personal assistant, relating to your schedule and success, are approved by me.”
“Whatever, I’ll bet you forgot what today is, too.”
“No, no, I remembered that, too.”
“Oh, really? Tell me, then, Mr. Stark. What’s today?”
“The day that you and I spend on the water. The yacht could be ready in an hour.”
“You must’ve already forgot yesterday, funny.”
“There was something about a press conference, and you being mad at me.”
“I am Iron Man? Are you serious, Tony? I’m so mad, you’re not even worth the energy to shout at. Review for the HAMMER expo is today at their lab. You’re one of the guest judges, remember?”
“Right, right, looking over what all brains have been working on, and showing the best in six-months-do I really have to be there?”
“Yes. Stark Industries shares are climbing after that stunt yesterday. You will keep up appearances.”
“Or what, you’re going to drag me there?”
“No, I’m not. Happy is. He’ll be there in thirty. Clean yourself up.”
“Actually, y’know, Pepper. I’ll…”
>”Take the suit.”
>”Drive.”
>>Audi R8 (Keeping up with the times.)
>>Ford Flathead Roadster (Okay, Grandpa.)
>>Shelby Cobra (Dad used to love this one…)
Need one player to roll 1d100, DC >=25 to see if a mishap occurs to Hungover Tony enroute.
Rolled 43 (1d100)
>>6256931>”Take the suit.”
>>6256931I shall support to keep up momentum
>Take the suit
Looks like we’re taking the suit, without any mishaps.
”Take the suit.”
Even though she wasn’t in the room, a sly smile crossed your face.
“What?!”
“I’m keeping up appearances as CEO, right? Well, Iron Man also happens to be a CEO, and he can make it work.” You had managed the blanket off you at this point, and were upstairs, getting ready to start the day.
“Out of the question, the Air National Guard and FAA both want your head for flying that thing around anyhow, now that they know who’s flying it.”
“This isn’t an argument. See you there?”
Nothing more from her, except the dial tone that indicated that she’s already hung up. Fuck. You had to make it up to her. You would make it up to her, somehow. You got ready and got into the suit, screaming across the sky without much interference.
You touched down in the parking lot of HAMMER Labs. Justin Hammer was already waiting for you, greeting you with arms outstretched.
“Mr. Stark! You’re never one for a boring entrance. Little early to be waltzing around with that kinda’ tech, don’t you think?”
“Well, Mr. Hammer. If you’ve got it, flaunt it. What have you got for me today?”
“Some good stuff! All kinds of folks are ready to show off everything my think tank cooks up.”
“Save the pleasantries for after?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Business. The other judges are waiting. Come by my office afterwards, I’ll have something chilled to drink.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Most of the day was a blur. Projects and weapons and experiments all piling up and none of it was even relatively close to where STARK Industries was. Close to the end, Pepper had caught up. She wasn’t there to judge, just there for you. Even as annoyed as she was, she still showed up. You both didn’t say much, but she was great for the banter when you needed to bounce your thoughts off of someone.
A bearded, lumbering man in a lab coat sat in the next room, twiddling his thumbs. When he saw you all enter, he stood, somewhat towering over you all. He seemed more fit for a weight room, and was out of place in the sterile environment. A judge, Mr. Something-or-other, gestured to the man, and you shook his hand.
“One of our Ph.D.’s, Gregor Shapanka.”
“Doctor. What have you got for us?”
“They… didn’t tell me Tony Stark would be here… In the suit, no less!” Mr. Shapanka’s eyes had widened, and his excitement soon turned back into nervousness. You were used to these kinds of brains, all hype and no social skills.
“Time is money, let’s cut to it, Greg.”
“O-of course. In a word; Cryotechnology. Immortality, impeccable preservation, endless energy usage. I was q-quite inspired by your own arc reactor, sir…. Everything you see in this room? We’ve powered from this source!”
It seemed stable, for a moment. A little glass cylinder, at the center of the room. You watched for a second, then heard cracking and pressure building. You moved to cover Pepper and the others before the container popped, sending glass everywhere. The judges were a little scratched, but nothing lethal. Gregor had taken cover behind a table that had been cut up with shards, sighing with relief after seeing no one was horribly hurt.”
“O-of course, we’re still working out the kinks… I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Stark.” One of the judges you had shielded with the suit turned to you, brushing glass off their shoulders.
“I’m not so sure about this, what do you think,Tony?”
>”Not bad. Pepper, let’s get Greg an email offer by the end of the day. I want him to present this at the STARK Expo instead, in a year.” (Gregor Shapanka comes to develop cryotechnology for STARK Industries.)
>”Hrm… Seems a little unstable. Maybe next year, Mr. Shapanka.” (Gregor continues to develop cryotechnology for HAMMER Industries)
>”I’d pull the plug and put this back on the backburner for a few years. Let’s see the other projects, shall we?” (Gregor Shapanka becomes disgraced, and will have to continue his research privately.)
>>6257311>”I’d pull the plug and put this back on the backburner for a few years. Let’s see the other projects, shall we?” (Gregor Shapanka becomes disgraced, and will have to continue his research privately.)Sorry loser, I only pay attention to projects that WIN. Can’t have exploding energy sources
>>6257311>”Not bad. Pepper, let’s get Greg an email offer by the end of the day. I want him to present this at the STARK Expo instead, in a year.” (Gregor Shapanka comes to develop cryotechnology for STARK Industries.)
>>6257311>>”Not bad. Pepper, let’s get Greg an email offer by the end of the day. I want him to present this at the STARK Expo instead, in a year.” (Gregor Shapanka comes to develop cryotechnology for STARK Industries.)
”Not bad. Pepper, let’s get Greg an email offer by the end of the day. I want him to present this at the STARK Expo instead, in a year.”
(Gregor Shapanka comes to develop cryotechnology for STARK Industries.)
“What?” Pepper flicked glass out of her hair, death-staring you after almost being shredded. “Are you serious?”
“Absolutely, let’s give this guy a shot.” She sighed, and opened her touchpad, to carry out your wishes. You didn’t pay her for nothing, after all.
When you finished the judging, Justin came to greet you by the main entrance, holding two champagne flutes of which he offered neither to you. “Tony, what’s this I’m hearing about you stealing one of my guys?”
“Nothing personal, Justin. You always piggyback off of me anyhow. Consider it a compliment, I finally found something of yours worth copying.” His expression tightened, and he drank both flutes almost angrily.
“Is it worth fighting?”
Your smile turned smug, and you turned to leave, walking towards the entrance. “In your case? No. See you at the Expo, Justin.”
(Justin Hammer will remember that…)
Outside, Pepper waited, a car pulled in and awaiting you. She gawked at you in the suit, looking unimpressed. “You can’t take that off for the car?”
“I can’t- I need a whole mess of drills and clamps to get this thing off-”
“Whatever. I’m still trying to manage yesterday’s fallout. Just don’t pull any public stunts, please?” You gave her a nod, then laid back in your seat as you both rolled away from HAMMER Labs.
At this moment, J.A.R.V.I.S. decided to pipe up. ”Sir. My search of Mr. Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D. are complete.”
“And?”
”Nicholas Joseph Fury. Served in the United States Army, retired Colonel. Nothing found connecting him to his agency, however. Public records show him having been retired and living abroad in Bromley, UK. S.H.I.E.L.D. was formed after the dissolution of the Strategic Science Reserve post-World War Two. Nothing more after that on either subject, Sir.” Pepper listened in, becoming increasingly concerned at the description, and at your calmness.
“Great, I’m being stalked by a proper Man in Black.”
“Hold on, what is Jarvis talking about?”
“Oh, right. Forgot to mention. Some guy came by last night, government honcho with an eyepatch and everything. Wants me and the suit for some kind of police-themed boyband. I’d show you the security footage, but they clipped it.”
Pepper sighed, and shook her head. “Good Lord, it never ends with you.”
“I keep things interesting.”
”Sir, I also have a list of secondary improvements to the suit to present as well. To be developed when you next find time. I have transmitted them to Ms. Potts’ touchpad.” You beckoned for the pad from her, and she crossed her arms defensively.
“Can’t it wait, Tony?”
“Let me just give it a glance.”
“I’m worki-”
“Gimme. Please.”
She placed the pad firmly in your grip. You had to be careful, so as to not crush it with the strength of your metallic fingers. A few quick improvements were visible. Ammunition increases, protection systems, and reinforcing the suit joints themselves. Nothing directly related to combat, but they’d give you a boost wherever you decided to work first.
“Let’s increase…”
>”Ammo capacity. Let’s increase the stores a bit.” (Anti-Tank Missile capacity increased from 2 to 4. Microgun capacity increases from 12 to 18)
>”Flares, fire retardant, and deicer. Let’s be ready in case something worse than the suit stops by.” (Flare capacity increased from 5 to 10. Gain Fire Suppression Systems. Maximum Altitude increased from 60,000ft to 90,000ft. Gain All Weather Operational Capability.)
>”Those servos. The suit’s a walking tank. I’ll be the unstoppable force, and the immovable object.” (Strength Increased)
>>6257807>”Flares, fire retardant, and deicer. Let’s be ready in case something worse than the suit stops by.” (Flare capacity increased from 5 to 10. Gain Fire Suppression Systems. Maximum Altitude increased from 60,000ft to 90,000ft. Gain All Weather Operational Capability.)
>>6257807>”Flares, fire retardant, and deicer. Let’s be ready in case something worse than the suit stops by.” (Flare capacity increased from 5 to 10. Gain Fire Suppression Systems. Maximum Altitude increased from 60,000ft to 90,000ft. Gain All Weather Operational Capability.)
>>6257807>>”Flares, fire retardant, and deicer. Let’s be ready in case something worse than the suit stops by.” (Flare capacity increased from 5 to 10. Gain Fire Suppression Systems. Maximum Altitude increased from 60,000ft to 90,000ft. Gain All Weather Operational Capability.)
”Flares, fire retardant, and deicer. Let’s be ready in case something worse than the suit stops by.”
”Very good, sir.”
(Flare capacity increased from 5 to 10. Gain Fire Suppression Systems. Maximum Altitude increased from 60,000ft to 90,000ft. Gain All Weather Operational Capability.)
The next few days eventually turned into a week, weeks turned into a month. A whole month. Pepper had calmed down the media, and you were able to keep the politicians and the military at bay. The suit was your intellectual property, and no one could take it, not yet. Most of the help had been Pepper. Loyal Ms. Potts. You were still wracking your head late one night when the alarms rang, pulling you out of bed. No one calling or invading this time, just J.A.R.V.I.S. with an alert.
“What’s going on?”
“There is a security breach at STARK Industries. Reports of a lone intruder in the main database. Footage depicts our top Cryonics scientist attempting to breach and obtain critical files.”
“That’s that dweeb from a month ago’s roundhouse. Greg Sharp, or something, wasn’t it?”
“Gregor Shapanko’s project has made significant progress in his brief period of employment at STARK Industries, including notable results in his reactor and preservation projects. His presence is of notable question, as he attempted to gain access to arc reactor schematics-”
“Alright, let’s go put a stop to it.”
You suited up, and flew to STARK industries. You put a brief word out to the police, but didn’t think much about calling anyone else. When you arrived, the datacenter was a mess. Smoke covered your vision, but it wasn’t from any fire you could see. Even when you transferred your vision to thermal, you only saw the dark blue pools of chill and ice. Wait a minute, ice?
The smoke cleared, revealing the roof caved in like the worst of the arctic had dropped on a snowstorm on the datacenter. Walking out of the building, into the lit parking lot, stood Gregor Shapanko. On top of his lab coat, however, he wore some kind of harness. It almost reminded you of your first suit, except this didn’t have armor. Large blue thermal fluid lines wrapped around his limbs and torso, all connecting at some kind of power source in the center of his chest.
“Ah, Mr. Stark! So nice of you to witness my first trial! It’s a shame you got here late, but all the merrier, no!?”
“Greg!? Hey, nice suit, buddy. Really digging the white on blue, gives me a big ‘Frozone,’ vibe. I must not be paying you enough for whatever it is you’ve got going on here. Well, we’ll figure it out when the cops show up, deal?”
“No… I am sorry, Mr. Stark! No deal! I will take that reactor from you, and build it better!”
“Come and get it, bud.”
SUIT STATS:
Battery - 100%
Armor - 100%
Dodge - 0%
Battery Recharge Rate: 30% per turn.
Action Points: 3 (Recharges every turn.)
ENEMY STATS
Dr. Gregor Shapanka, Ph.D.
Health - 100%
Armor - 50%
SUIT ACTIONS:
Dodge - Increases your dodge meter by 1d100 divided by 5. Costs 15% Battery and 0 AP. Can stack.
Blast - Uses your repulsor. Roll 1d100+30 to hit on a DC of 60. Deals 25 flat damage if hits, costs 15% battery and 0AP.
Melee - Engage with your fists and legs. Costs 1AP and 10% battery, deals 1d100 damage divided by 5.
Smart Gun (12/12) - Uses small, intelligent bullets, accurately targeting your enemy’s outermost defenses. Costs 0AP, and 5% energy for every attack you decide to stack. Deals 1d100 divided by 10 damage per shot, rounding up.
Anti-Tank Missile (2/2) - Attacks through armor, dealing 1d100 damage divided by 3, rounding up. Costs 2AP and 5% battery.
To attack, list your actions in the order you’d like, rolling 1d100 times the number of actions you take. They will be considered in accordance with the order they were rolled in and stated in your list. Don’t worry about notating dividing the results, I’ll handle all that in the backend. You may write in improvised actions, with AP/battery cost, and if they are voted for, I will develop them into a proper action.
Sorry. Should have specified.
What do you do?
>Write-In any desired order of the above SUIT ACTIONS, and roll as many d100s. You may also write-in any improvisations with a rough draft of their cost.
Rolled 10, 67, 78 = 155 (3d100)
>>6258313>Melee>Dodge>Melee
>>6258313>Blast>melee>dodge
Rolled 100, 5, 11 = 116 (3d100)
>>6258530>Melee>Dodge>Meleebacking this
>>6258530>>6258717I will take the highest of your two rolls for your actions, being 100, 67, 78
You land, and approach the Doctor to subdue him. In reaction, he coats his forearms and shins in ice. He must have had some kind of hard thermal layer which allowed him to freeze up his arms. Some kind of super-neoprene? You weren’t interested in drawing this out, but you didn’t want to risk burning up the suit’s juice either. You threw a punch and a kick against his guard.
Deal [20DMG]
Dodge - +14%
Deal [16DMG]
You tried to prepare yourself for whatever came. Pepper was calling you.
“Tony-”
“Hang on, just one sec, Pepper.”
“Interesting, Mr. Stark! You say ‘come and get,’ yet you bring to me!”
“Y’know, I think Malibu County has some pretty good English classes, I’ll tutor you.”
“Tutor who?!”
“It’s Shapanka. STARK Databases. Little busy-!”
His icy armor started to buckle, in reaction, he fired ice from his palms. If you weren’t so focused on trying to avoid it, you would have admired how he designed his ‘ice-repulsors’ to fire similar to how yours worked. You almost managed to get out of the way. One burst flew past your head, the other hitting your armor square in the torso.
Suffer [10DMG]
[DODGE EFFICIENCY INCREASED] [MELEE EFFICIENCY INCREASED]
Suffer [10DMG]
Gain [ICE]
Your armor locked up, you found moving the joints to be a little stiff. You couldn’t just break this away, for some reason.
“What’s he throwing at me?!”
“I am detecting something freezing at a rate similar to liquid nitrogen. Otherwise, it appears to be protruding directly from Dr. Shapanka’s harness. De-Icer is ready for your distribution, sir.”
SUIT STATS:
Battery - 95%
Armor - 96%
Dodge - 0%
Battery Recharge Rate: 30% per turn.
Action Points: 2 (Recharges every turn.)
Status Effects: [ICE]
ENEMY STATS
Dr. Gregor Shapanka, Ph.D.
Health - 100%
Armor - 14%
SUIT ACTIONS:
Dodge - Increases your dodge meter by 1d100 divided by 4. Costs 15% Battery and 0 AP. Can stack.
Blast - Uses your repulsor. Roll 1d100+30 to hit on a DC of 60. Deals 25 flat damage if hits, costs 15% battery and 0AP.
Melee - Engage with your fists and legs. Costs 1AP and 10% battery, deals 1d100 damage divided by 4.
Smart Gun (12/12) - Uses small, intelligent bullets, accurately targeting your enemy’s outermost defenses. Costs 0AP, and 5% energy for every attack you decide to stack. Deals 1d100 divided by 10 damage per shot, rounding up.
Anti-Tank Missile (2/2) - Attacks through armor, dealing 1d100 damage divided by 3, rounding up. Costs 2AP and 5% battery.
De-Icer (5/5) - Costs 0AP, 10% battery. Removes 1 [ICE] effect from Status Effects.
Rolled 5, 64, 59 = 128 (3d100)
>>6258908>Deicer>Melee>MeleeSlap em silly.
Cute freeze ray, fanboy, but not quite ready for all out war. He doesn't even have full armor coverage, just shoot the fleshy bits and important-looking servos.
>>6258908>De-Icer>Smart Gun (x12)Unload the military-grade hardware. Would leave us at 55% energy at the start of next turn, which is plenty. Not like we're locked into spending only 30% energy per turn
Rolled 8, 39, 90 = 137 (3d100)
>>6258983>Deicer>Smart Gun (8)>Dodge
Rolled 42, 45 = 87 (2d100)
De-Icer, and 8 Smart Gun shots seems to be a consensus.
Counting 5, 64, 59, 8, 39, and 90 as smart gun rolls. I’ll roll 2 more to determine total damage.
You shook the ice off, catching your breath for a moment. Then you raised both wrists, aiming for the critical points on Mr. Shapanka’s suit. Your smart gun ripped and tore, shredding any armor the suit had, and starting to rip at his hoses. Air seeped out, and suit pressure faded slightly.
Lose [ICE]
Deal [1+7+6+1+4+9+5+5 DMG]
[SMART GUN EFFICIENCY INCREASED]
“You… will feel the wrath of… The Freeze!”
“The Freeze? Come on, work on the name a little more. Just doesn’t ring like ‘Iron Man,’ y’know? I’m almost done tearing up that suit of yours, got anything to say?”
““Bah… I am not through with you! I have fight still in me!“”
He was fast, using his ice-repulsors to dodge and weave, propelling himself faster than a human ever could on just their legs. He fired another salvo. This time, you weren’t ready. Both shots caught you in the shoulders, locking your armpits up a bit.
Suffer [10DMG]
Gain [ICE]
Suffer [10DMG]
Gain [ICE]
“Gah!”
“Tony! What’s wrong?!”
“Pepper! You’re still here?”
“Yes! Police are a minute out-”
“This guy will freeze-dry them, tell them to hold a perimeter!
Note: An [ICE] counter removes one AP, and will drain your battery by 5% if it is not removed.
SUIT STATS:
Battery - 75%
Armor - 76%
Dodge - 0%
Battery Recharge Rate: 30% per turn.
Action Points: 1 (Recharges every turn. Max: 3)
Status Effects: [ICE] [ICE]
ENEMY STATS
Dr. Gregor Shapanka, Ph.D.
Health - 76%
Armor - 0%
SUIT ACTIONS:
Dodge - Increases your dodge meter by 1d100 divided by 4. Costs 15% Battery and 0 AP. Can stack.
Blast - Uses your repulsor. Roll 1d100+30 to hit on a DC of 60. Deals 25 flat damage if hits, costs 15% battery and 0AP.
Melee - Engage with your fists and legs. Costs 1AP and 10% battery, deals 1d100 damage divided by 4.
Smart Gun (4/12) - Uses small, intelligent bullets, accurately targeting your enemy’s outermost defenses. Costs 0AP, and 5% energy for every attack you decide to stack. Deals 1d100 divided by 7 damage per shot, rounding up.
Anti-Tank Missile (2/2) - Attacks through armor, dealing 1d100 damage divided by 3, rounding up. Costs 2AP and 5% battery.
De-Icer (4/5) - Costs 0AP, 10% battery. Removes 1 [ICE] effect from Status Effects.
You had to end it soon, one way or another. You might not last a prolonged fight. And if you had to go the distance, you had to be smart about it.
Your heart thumped, and hurt. Your chest was straining, and it felt like something was clenching it, tightly. Something was wrong with the shrapnel. you couldn’t just stop and check, damn it. Nothing was wrong with the reactor, but you still heaved inside the suit, mildly coated in ice.
Rolled 58, 1, 94, 43, 48 = 244 (5d100)
>>6259524>De-Icer>De-Icer >Dodge>Blast>Anti-Tank Missile
Busy day today. Update tmrw <3
Two uses of De-Icer, a 24% dodge. A hitting blast and missile? Tony balls so hard.
Lose [ICE]
Lose [ICE]
Dodge - +24%
Deal [25DMG]
Deal [16DMG]
You shed the ice off once more, already preparing yourself for the next salvo.
“[/red]Graah! You will feel my wrath! The wrath… of Blizzard![/red]”
“Not bad, might make the headliner on the morning news if you give up now!”
Somewhere in the insanity, you hung up on Pepper. Not intentionally. After taking two blasts of ice and almost being left immobile, you had to choose what to focus on.
[ANTI-TANK MISSILE EFFICIENCY INCREASED]
You were figuring it out now too, you had his tempo down, and you glanced out of the way of his next two shots. His ‘suit,’ if you could call it that, was starting to fail more, sparks kicked up from the cold fusion reactor, and you swore a leak was starting to cover his chest in ice.
“Yeowch! You will pay for that, Stark!”
Suffer [10DMG]
Suffer [10DMG]
SUIT STATS:
Battery - 50%
Armor - 76%
Dodge - 4%
Battery Recharge Rate: 30% per turn.
Action Points: 0 (Recharges every turn. Max: 3)
Status Effects:
ENEMY STATS
Dr. Gregor Shapanka, Ph.D.
Health - 35%
Armor - 0%
SUIT ACTIONS:
Dodge - Increases your dodge meter by 1d100 divided by 4. Costs 15% Battery and 0 AP. Can stack.
Blast - Uses your repulsor. Roll 1d100+30 to hit on a DC of 60. Deals 25 flat damage if hits, costs 15% battery and 0AP.
Melee - Engage with your fists and legs. Costs 1AP and 10% battery, deals 1d100 damage divided by 4.
Smart Gun (4/12) - Uses small, intelligent bullets, accurately targeting your enemy’s outermost defenses. Costs 0AP, and 5% energy for every attack you decide to stack. Deals 1d100 divided by 7 damage per shot, rounding up.
Anti-Tank Missile (1/2) - Attacks through armor, dealing 1d100 damage divided by 2, rounding up. Costs 2AP and 5% battery.
De-Icer (2/5) - Costs 0AP, 10% battery. Removes 1 [ICE] effect from Status Effects.
You felt hot enough to keep going, then you were alerted.
“Sir, your chest reactor is consuming a significant amount of power. Some kind of complication with your heart, I am unable to process- The suit will have an estimated 30 seconds of current power and charging before shutdown. I predict you’ll fall unconscious shortly thereafter.”
“What?! No, no, this isn’t happening! God… something tastes funny…”
“I am alerting Ms. Potts. Try to hold on, sirrr…”
You did everything right, you had him on the ropes. Of course your damned heart decided to act up. You couldn’t have everything, it just wasn’t fair to the universe. Your heart clawed at you from the inside-out. Your chest was bursting, and you clenched at it over the chest piece of your suit. You knelt to the floor.
Bloodied, but still upright, Shapanka stood, charging the lines on his suit. He held a hand out, preparing to freeze you in place.
“Feeling tired, Tony?! That is fine. I’ll be gone soon enough…”
No bueno. That wasn’t good enough. You were stopping him here and now. One more turn before you pass out. Make it count.
(Thank you to all my players for your patience.)
>lost in a cutscene
God damnit
Rolled 52, 17, 82 = 151 (3d100)
>>6261182>Blast >Blast>Anti-Tank Missile
Rolled 87, 87, 70 = 244 (3d100)
>>6261184I concur.
>Blast >Blast>Anti-Tank Missile
