Stern Algorithm

A Stern look (Looking to run a kaiju/mecha RP)

Bumping to keep this on the first page, still looking for a player for my mecha/kaiju/Ultraman idea.

A Stern look (Looking to run a kaiju/mecha RP)

Bumping again.

I'm no longer looking for an Arknights RP (though I wouldn't mind one). I am instead pivoting to a mecha/kaiju/Ultraman idea that I've had for a while.

the Alliance of Liberty City

I'll have one for Interference as soon as I figure out the helmet/mask she wears. LMK if you've got something in mind specific @Stern Algorithm

@Omega Man

Interference's mask is on the left, the images on the right are just to show why that particular symbol. I forgot to mention that there is also hidden E, so 'Dr. Eileen Fang' is represented.



PS. Her primary color is white, with purple and yellow being accent colors, with purple being the more dominant of the two.

PPS. The hope is that she will eventually develop a power suit for herself, but for now, she just has the mask.

PPPS. She's not Bondrewd, I swear.

the Alliance of Liberty City

Dr. Eileen Fang

"Tch!" Eileen clicked her tongue in disappointment. Her ultrasonic pulse had dealt merely a glancing blow, failing to result in an immediate knockout. It was difficult to manually aim at this distance, reminding Eileen of her reliance on the precision of her tools, tools that had been rendered blind by some unseen force. Still, more than enough heroes had arrived and dealt with PyroJack handily. Though her original goal for coming out here and dealing with this crime was to meet other superheroes and get her foot in the door, Eileen didn't want to appear as some overeager rookie, running back down to the ground floor and into the bank to introduce herself like some fangirl. Besides, she was likely to get stopped by the officer again and would be going against the flow of foot traffic as hostages flooded out of the bank. Instead, she stayed where she was on the second floor of the building opposite the bank, looking down at the crowd and her potential future colleagues, and commanded one of the locust-shaped drones that had been futilely observing the bank from outside to fly in towards the heroes.

"Splendidly done, fellow heroes," Eileen's voice emanated from the small electronic device, "Swift, decisive, no hostages harmed. Please allow me to introduce myself, I go by 'Interference'. I am on the building across the street, second floor. You'll see an open window." Eileen would wave if any of the heroes looked her way. "I primarily use sound and light-based technology, but I can't really take a hit, which is why I'm all the way over here. This is... admittedly, also my first attempt at fighting crime. Things didn't go as smoothly as I would have hoped, so I'm grateful that you all showed up."

the Alliance of Liberty City

Dr. Eileen Fang

Eileen scanned the feed from the scattered surveillance swarm drones being sent to her mask, noticing a serious malfunction. "Omniac? You getting these dark spots?" She asked.

"I am, however, the drones are not malfunctioning," Omniac replied.

Focusing on the feed again, Eileen sent commands to the drones to have them sweep the scene. Their vision only went dark when they attempted to look into the bank. "What is that?" Eileen asked herself rhetorically, "Can't get a visual on the situation. What are the police saying?"

Omniac quickly hacked the police radio airwaves, "PyroJack is holding people hostage. He's burning the money, seemingly for amusement."

"PyroJack? Tch!" Eileen clicked her tongue in disgust. Just another petty, shortsighted villain; no goals, no manifesto, just thrills and hedonism. "But if memory serves, his flames are combustive. He shouldn't be able to emit any sort of radiation, EMP or otherwise, that could disrupt cameras or electronics unless his powers have gone... nuclear."

"If so, everyone there is already dead, they just don't know it yet. I would advise against getting involved. The risk to your health is too great. You do not yet have adequate radiation shielding."

Eileen shook off the morbid thought. "No, if it's radiation powerful enough to black out the swarm's cameras from such a distance, then we'd be hearing reports of hostages and police vomiting by now. We have to suspect that there is some other force causing the blackout."

Yet intervention would not be so easily achieved. As she approached the police cordon, Eileen was immediately stopped by an officer. "Hey! Can't you see the tape? There's a crime in progress, lady!" He held his hand out to her in a stopping gesture, though his other hand was already at his belt, touching his firearm.

"I am Interference, a superhero, here to help!" Eileen uses her powers of sound manipulation to disguise her voice, speaking with as much authoritativeness as she could muster.

"In that getup? You some kind of nutjob?" The police pointed out Eileen's rather civilian looking clothes, with just a lab coat thrown on for good measure. The only thing that really stood out was her technological-looking, white, enamel mask, the strange weapon she carried, and the walking box trailing behind her. Unfortunately, this was only her first attempt at getting involved in crime fighting, and she hadn't yet made a name for herself.

Eileen craned her neck, trying to get a look around the officer and into the bank, but there were too many police and cars gathered around to get a clear view.

"HEY! Stop ignoring me!" The policeman yelled. Eileen turned her attention back to the agitated man. While she could try to disable him to get around him, there were plenty of officers just past him, and taking out law enforcement was not a good look for her superhero debut.

"Apologies, I will back off now," Eileen said, giving a slight tilt of her head and walking away. She then whispered to Omniac, "If our cameras aren't working, use echolocation." The scattered drones began emitting inaudible, high-pitched pulses, generating a three-dimensional image of the surroundings for Eileen. "What the...? There was no structural data available for the inside of the bank. "Something in there... does not want to be seen. But at least we know it's not radiation..."

But Eileen had gotten a good visual of the surroundings and found a nearby multi-story office building with a vantage point. If her devices couldn't see inside, surely she could use her eyes. After all, the police didn't seem to be reporting any visual impairments, so maybe it was only electronics that were being interfered with. But as Eileen slunk into the alley and found a door into the building, she realized that it was locked. "Of course. Well. Shit." Activating her blast bludgeon, which started to thrum, she swung it lightly against the door. Upon contact, the door vibrated so violently that it blew itself off its hinges. "The collateral of superheroics, I guess..."

"You should have given anyone on the other side a warning first," Omniac chided.

"If the police are properly doing their jobs, they'd have evacuated the building by now," Eileen shot back, but realized that Omniac was in the right. Peeking inside, Eileen confirmed that no one was hurt by her entry, then made her way up to the second floor, blowing up several more locked doors on her way. She found a large window that gave her a clear view into the bank. She could see PyroJack holding a woman hostage and a pile of burning money at his feet. She couldn't understand what about this scene was blocking her attempts at surveillance when nothing was hidden to the naked eye. "An illusion...?" Eileen quickly looked at all of the people in the building and started describing all of them to Omniac, "...and when this whole thing is over, send one drone after each of these people. I want to know which one of them is trying to hide something."

"This doesn't seem like it has anything to do with the crime at hand," Omniac warned, "Aren't you being a little too... nosy?"

"Electronic disruption of this scale must imply something big. Bigger than this stupid arsonry, at any rate," Eileen explains.

"But now that we're up here, what now?"

"That's... a good question," Eileen mused, running through her options. Her original plan was to hit PyroJack with a disabling sonic pulse, rendering him unconscious, but this would be much easier to regulate and aim if she could triangulate multiple drones pointing ultrasonic beams at him. Since her drones could not see into the bank to aim at him due to the electronic interference, she would have to do it manually. Opening a window, Eileen reached a hand out and does a finger gun, pointing into the bank. She emitted a tiny ultraviolet laser dot at PyroJack's skull that only she could see to help her maintain her aim. Then she considered how strong the ultrasonic pulse should be. Too little and she would do nothing or just give him a headache; at worst that would agitate him and potentially endanger the hostages. Too much and his cranial cavity would explode, brains everywhere; 'use of excessive force' to put it mildly, not a great look for a superhero. But just right, and his brain would jostle in his skull, causing a concussion, like being hit on the back of the head with a bat, hopefully resulting in immediate unconsciousness.

"Bang."

the Alliance of Liberty City

Eileen realizing the bank robber is just doing it for the kicks and not some desperate poor person:

the Alliance of Liberty City

Dr. Eileen Fang

"Due to the widespread adoption of the O.M.N.I. protocol general artificial intelligence into various federal agencies, Dr. Eileen Fang, the protocol's primary developer, is being recognized as employee of the year."

Eileen's glazed over eyes scan the rest of the email in the dimly-lit room, noting her program's use in fields as varied as face recognition, aerospace design, epidemiology, and genetics. But she knew what wasn't being said: surveillance, missiles, planes, bioweapons... On the one hand, it hurt that her brainchild would be used to further atrocities, but on the other hand, they had no idea what the O.M.N.I. protocol was actually for.

"Please do something about your posture, Dr. Fang," came the electronic voice of Omniac, Eileen's personal assistant AI, which she had integrated into the smart home infrastructure of her house in Dukes.

It was only after this admonishment that Eileen realized that she was hunched over in her seat. Though she instinctively straightened up, she still chided Omniac, "Hush, you. I'll sit how I want." She did, however, realize that her mood was affecting her posture. The email had put a sour taste in her mouth. It had been her hope to use her education to help humanity. She naively believed that a sort of 'scientific singularity' could come about that would take mankind into a post-scarcity world. They had always been taught that it was primarily resource scarcity that created global conflicts and that enough science and technology could fix that. Believing that human health was the priority, Eileen joined the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta, Georgia a few states south, but quickly became disillusioned when she realized that no amount of technology could curb human greed and malice, the true source of global conflict. It was a rapid race to the bottom as wealthy oligarchs and the governments that served their interests plundered the planet and weaker nations of their resources while speeding up global catastrophes. Eileen eventually switched to a remote position, started consulting with other departments, and peddling her AI protocol, planting the seed. But this wasn't enough, there was another rising power she couldn't ignore: superhumans, like herself. Currently there were three camps, 'villains', who used their powers for selfish gains, 'heroes' who served at the beck and call of their respective governments, deluded into believing that 'order' was 'justice', and 'vigilantes', who lived by their own code. None of them could see the big picture, but perhaps they could be persuaded. Eileen needed an in, she needed young, idealistic people, other supers hungry for real justice and real change. They couldn't just sit on the sidelines and hope the world fixes itself. They would be the trump card that would change the world order for better or worse. That's why she came to Liberty City. The city seemed to attract young, ambitious superheroes, and with the recent death of Lady Liberty, Eileen was sure something big was about to happen, something that could disrupt the status quo. How could the Alliance have allowed this to happen? Were they in on it? If so, could they be overthrown? Could other supers be turned against them?

"You wanted to be notified of high profile criminal events? There is a bank robbery in Broker and a riot in Middle Park," Omniac suddenly chimed in.

"What's the riot about? If they're anti-government protests, I'd rather just let them continue," Eileen remarked.

"Seems to just be a music festival gone rowdy," Omniac commented.

"Hmm, stopping a bank robbery would probably garner the attention I'm looking for, more likely to meet a fellow super there, I'd think. Though I hate the thought of saving a bank. Probably just some desperate sap down on his luck and disgruntled with predatory financiers. But he roped other innocents into it..." Eileen pondered. "Alright, gather the swarm in the car."

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What should have been a short drive was exacerbated by the typical Liberty City traffic. Finding a place to park a ways away from the bank, Eileen exited and put on her mask, while a large, coffin-sized silver metal box with articulated wheeled legs clambered out of her trunk. The top opened up, launching out a cloud of small, insectoid drones that flew towards the bank. The inside of the mask's HUD came alive, providing Eileen with a conglomerated live feed of what the swarm was seeing. It was an overwhelming amount of information, as each of the thousands of drones sent a different view, but with Eileen's ability to detect light with her skin, every square centimeter of her face under the mask served as an 'eye', and she had a brain that could process this data. "If I can get a clear shot, I could knock the assailant out with a beam of ultrasound," Eileen thought to herself. The swarm dispersed as it reached the bank, each individual drone by itself was quite difficult to spot, but together they gave Eileen a 360 panoramic view of the situation. She scanned the surroundings for a good vantage point, while keeping an eye out for other approaching heroes. Brandishing her Blast Bludgeon, Eileen walked in the direction of the bank, the large box wheeling along behind her.

the Alliance of Liberty City

@Stern Algorithm It's going to be an HQ Lady Liberty had under the apartment complex doing it. I mostly wanted to set it up so my guy wasn't running out of the door in today's world wearing his super duds. Interference could be stealing power from the secret HQ though.

@Omega Man

Ah, got it.

the Alliance of Liberty City

I'm setting up a new secret HQ with that last bit of my first post. I figure a resident super genius might have plans for another one should we have a more resourceful Alliance, but if not we can keep it mostly street level.

Was anybody else based near Broker [GTA equivalent of Brooklyn] or was it just my guy?

@Omega Man

Do you mind if Interference is the one siphoning power from Uncle Sam's apartment complex?

the Alliance of Liberty City

I was kinda out of it y day so sorry bout the delay. I think you might be overestimating how cool-ly I can portray a character, but I'll do my best to live up to the hype. Data corruption works, it adds a layer of alienness and has as many downsides, if not more, than upsides imo

@DracoLunaris

Sorry, not to keep layering you with "applying physics to sci-fantasy", but how would Stalker 'appear' under sonar/echolocation?