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@Gentlemanvaultboy that would require either sealing stairs off completely or building a wall inside the staircase(and then we'd have to decide how many floors we want).
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Depending on how exactly the systems were disabled, elevators might not work, which leaves stairs. We could place gas grenade traps on them in case someone comes down.
We could also try restoring power to hijack security and PA system and tell everyone to stay on their stations if they don't want to be harmed.
My ideas so far(Sawbones would voice them once other people would post, since it's impolite to run ahead of them) are:
Sawbones and Nergal in the lobby/on the stairs, keeping up the gas cloud and bonking anyone who tries to push through. Area denial.
Mako on the second floor/in the back of the first floor, ready to zap people with his trident or, in critical case, draw the water froom Maine to facilitate our absconding. Fire support/flanker(ready to pounce on someone trying to flank US).
Phone Freak and Black Magic stairdancing and either supporting other groups or slinging the spells at the attacking force to keep them pinned. Fire support/battlefield control.
Ed, depending on if he's packing sniper rifle, on the top floors or with mages, keeping the heat on the attacking forces from the windows. Fire support/pinning and critical assets hunting.
That leaves us with the Hannibal, Maverick, Queenie, dragon and the Harpy in reserve. Depending on the attacking force, we might have to knock their fliers out of the sky, so there's that. Otherwise - Hannibal, Maverick, Queenie and Harpy cover our shooty guys, dragon joins people slinging stuff at the attacking force from the windows. Close quarters cover and bogging down/Flying flankers.
Now, this plan assumes those guys would not have reasonable protection against toxic cloud created by Sawbones and Nergal - if they would have, then we'd have to defend the lobby conventional way or abandon it altogether and risk people going for the vault, but otherwise plan stays largely the same.
Again, the plan assumes that there would be mostly police forces; we might need to change our plans based on what supers exactly would show up.
So....we're going to do another collab, about us planning the defense of the building and deciding who's in charge, or what?
Sophia heard the announcement that they would have three minutes, then they would have to rush a bank.
On one hand, her conscious mind balked - frontal assault? With their forces?
On another hand, her subconscious, staying ever-true to its practical streak, went about its way preparing her for the shit to go down, utterly disregarding civilians:
One. Her hands dive into her pocket and fix her braided hair to her head with a small clip, safely out of the way.
Two. She pulls at the strings on the straps of her backpack, and it unfolds, transforming into her equipment vest and revealing the back-mounted storage unit underneath.
Three. She fixes the clasps and adjusts the straps on her vest.
Four. Out of the duffel bag come her (currently looking like some high-tech tubes) forearm tool mounts and gloves, which she quickly drops over her hands and presses the unremarkable black buttons near her elbows. With hissing sound they compress, fitting over her hands skin-tight.
Five. Out of the same duffel bag comes her belt with several streamlined containers, which she promptly clasped around her waist and connected some of the boxes to the back unit. Next come two sheathes - one with the long knife with pommel engraved with some sort of symbols, other with the futuristic-looking device resembling both blasters from the movies and a nail gun. Both were placed on the belt, with the "gun" being connected to the belt unit.
Six. She took out her mask and placed it over her face, letting holding clasps to safely hug her head and watching the boot sequence on her HUD-glasses inside. She continued her suit-up sequence while watching the run-down of the diagnostics.
Seven. With a series of clicks, she methodically took out of the duffel bag and affixed on her vest series of small containers and capsules looking like they were produced from the same form of lightweight polymer that consisted its internal plating, filling out her inventory.
Eight. She took out thin tubes from the unit behind her back, each of which ended in a needle and carefully threaded them through specially-prepared hidden ports, inserting them in the blood vessels in her back and then covering them under armour plating. The contraption gently hummed, pumping clear liquid into her veins.
Nine. She gritted her teeth, trying to prepare for what's coming, but still winced when she pressed hidden pressure points on her chin, angrily hissing in pain. Her breathing became faster, world around her becoming a little bit slower while her body suddenly thrummed with released energy.
Ten. She let her braid down and slid back the armoured cap connected to her mask, covering her head and finishing her preparations.
All said and done, it took her just under three minutes - careful design and, perhaps more importantly, drills in putting it on paid off.
After explosion she briefly considered gassing or shooting civilians fleeing the scene to create an additional barrier for the arriving law-enforcement forces, but decided against it: in doing so she would alert any law-enforcement arriving about necessity of NCB countermeasures; and she frankly did not see the point in harassing civilians if that was not the most expedient course of action.
As such, she simply ran after her teammates, detaching her dispensing unit from her belt on the run and booting up the smartsight on it.
Once inside and away from the front doors, though, she quickly measured the situation and for a moment stood still, deciding what to do next. Then the evacuation plan caught her eye. She memorized it and looked to her teammates, speaking through the comms:
-- First. We're going to wait for justice forces right here, in the lobby? Second. Anyone wants to sweep the floor for stragglers so we won't get hit in the back by security? Third. Someone's planning to use people here as shields?
While group crossed one of the side-streets running in parallel to the Sonnemannstraße(if someone checked their maps they would found that is was Ostendstraße), careful observer might have noticed a large garbage truck with community service logo parked near the curb, out of the way; if one observed it carefully, they would have noticed breakdown signs around it and legs of the, presumably, one of the drivers sticking out from it on some sort of cloth, as well as the assortment of tools strewn around it and, presumably, a second driver leaning to its hull nearby, looking bored. They would have also noticed the usual to such vehicles stench, which workers tried to mitigate somewhat by covering the truck with the tarp. Somehow, the stench didn't seem to bother the, presumably, third member of their crew, young-looking girl in overalls that sat on her backpack and gleefully digged into what looked like one of the largest sandwiches most of the people ever saw.
If one would ignore the warning signs and the stench and go right to the garbage truck and press their ear right to it, they might just hear faint droning sound emanating from somewhere inside, which was drowned-out by the bustle of the commotion happening on the streets around. And if someone was to pull down the tarp and digged in the collected trash a little, they would discover strange, yellowish-gray, rubber-like substance that covered most of what was inside. But who would do that in their right mind, anyway?
Sophia lazily observed the intersection where she was told to wait for her new teammates' arrival. She arrived in the city yesterday evening, early on schedule, and was largely left to her own devices, so she decided to spend that time on something that might prove useful in the mission. She raided one of the speciality meat shops and emptied its stores, using the meat to raise her swarm, and hijacked one of the garbage collector trucks, which currently was packed chock-full of her hornets (she, of course, personally disabled the garbage compression system), its drivers infected by the swarm's larvae and currently busy imitating a "mechanical problem" which prevented them from moving - she hoped the team would arrive before someone actually bothered to try and evacuate the truck.
She squinted, spotting someone who looked like the Phone Freak in the crowd; it was hard to tell, due to all the costumed weirdos running around, but she looked like similar enough. She searched around for the additional matches and - sure enough, there they were.
She quickly finished her sandwich (hey, a girl's body has its needs, especially when it's tweaked for the explosive action), licked off her fingers and stood up, slinging on a backpack with equipment and fishing out a duffel bag with her costume and gear from behind the truck, and started moving at a fast pace towards the group.
Approaching them, she gave them the radiant grin and waved her free hand:
- Hey guys. Name's Maria. Sawbones when doing business. I'll be your medical support for today. So. - she levelled with them and looked them over - What's the plan? Boss-man didn't really clue me in, just told to meet with you here.
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Writing post now.

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Ok.....I realize that it took way longer than expected, but I had somewhat of a rough week. Anyway, here goes:



If that character doesn't fit, I have ideas for three more, which are far more simple and would take me less than a day to write down. Still, since I spent a week trying to balance that one, I have to at least try.
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