Warnings beeps only American Psycho could hear dominated his hearing as his cybernetic systems engaged sound dampeners against the roar of the explosions directed towards him. His cybernetic eyes were covered with a series of protective ablative membranes, although his HUD overlay flashed a series of warnings and reports about various systems and subsystems that were damaged and/or offline. Flashing red letters proclaimed that catastrophic systems failure was eminent. The entire left half of his body was covered in burns: the clothing he wore reduced to ash, and the synthetic skin burned away in patches to reveal synthetic muscles or the mechanical endoskeleton at the core of him. He looked like something out of an '80s James Cameron film; the pretense of human burned away to reveal the machine within.<br/><br/>"Door." American Psycho sounded, the sound purely artificial - a servo in his jaw was damaged, and his face made no movements. The cyborg took a moment to try and rise from where the explosions had thrown him, and it took several moments to re-route power from his power supply through redundant pathways to bypass the damaged systems. As he came to one knee, American Psycho came to a realization: there was no door. "American Psycho to all points. Radio check. Acknowledge. Over." But his words were met with silence. A diagnostic returned the reason why: the damage to his systems was causing his nanite repair sub-routines to regard the foreign nano-machines that enabled the radio-telepathy and contact with the Carrier as a foreign intrusion and was dealing with them as such.<br/><br/>It was just grand.<br/><br/>His combat prognosticator told him that Adam was inbound.<br/><br/>Truly, a new height of grandeur was achieved.<br/><br/>"Callsign Juicey, break off attack. Fly-by vector alpha minus 10." The cyborg broadcast over conventional radio to one of the fighter jets flying overhead.<br/><br/>"What?! Fuck, nevermind. Clear this frequency, unathorized-"<br/><br/>"Clearance Delta Bravo Zero Nine Four Four Sierra Foxtrot." The cyborg carried on, ignoring the pilot's outburst. A moment of silence followed. "Acknowledge. Over."<br/><br/>"Authorization acknowledged. I'm breaking formation and inbound on vector alpha minus 10. Over." The pilot answered, and broke away from its formation, weaving through several blasts of whatever energy the superhumans discharged. American Psycho approached the ledge of the building, and then jumped. His timing was a little off as his left leg dragged, but nevertheless he landed on the body of the fighter jet. He slipped a little as the magnets in his feet did not activate as swiftly as he was accustomed to, but his repair subroutines had just about everything in order. A mental command re-routed repairs from his cloaking system to more vital systems - there was no point in playing this quiet. There had never been.<br/><br/>"Attack vector X-ray Four One Kilo. Over."<br/><br/>"Acknowledged. Over." The fighter jet pulled up abruptly, climbing high and escaping over the battle below. Then it evened out and dipped, as if to dive. "Engagement distance minus 3 seconds. Going in hot. Over."<br/><br/>"Acknowledged. Fire on my mark . . . mark." American Psycho broadcast, and once he did, the fighter jet fired its payload of six medium-ranged missiles before breaking off. The cyborg leapt from the fighter just as it opened its internal bay doors, jumping ahead of the plane and landing splayed on the side of the lead missile.<br/><br/>"Breaking off for reload and resupply. Juicey out." The fighter pilot broadcast, and turned tail for whatever base it had scrambled from.<br/><br/>American Psycho was rocked as the supermen turned their attention to the incoming missiles, blasting three out of the sky before they came within range. As he came within meters, American Psycho jumped free of the missiles and drew a monomolecular-edged knife from a sheathe inside the right half of his long coat. He latched onto a superman with a free hand, and began to stab the face of the unfortunate superman. He plunged the knife, again and again, before he leapt to a second, grabbing an ankle to anchor himself. The face was out of reach, but that did not stop American Psycho from stabbing: the blade found thigh and groin. It was like he was performing some sort of strange aerial parkour, and he used the supermen to push off of and grab as his knife found flesh until it, and American Psycho's right hand and arm were dripping hot, wet red.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Hip To Be Square</div><div class="spoiler_body">So, I'm shutting down Cloaking Field from 87 Bazillion Guns and Carrier Contact for 2PP. I'm employing a Personal Distinction at d4 for another PP and to take advantage of the rule to use a scene distinction at a d8. I am employing the fighter jets distinction, paying the price of adding 1d8 to the Doom Pool. I will spend a PP to recover my Physical Stress, keep a die in my action, leaving me with 1PP, no stress, and Cloaking Field and Carrier Contact Shut Down.<br/><br/>d4: Black Ops Super-Soldier<br/>d8: Fighter Jets<br/>d6: Duo/Buddy<br/>d10: Superhuman Strength<br/>d10: Weapon<br/>d10: Combat Master<br/><br/>1d4;1d6;1d8;3d10 → [1] = (1)<br/>1d4;1d6;1d8;3d10 → [4] = (4)<br/>1d4;1d6;1d8;3d10 → [3] = (3)<br/>1d4;1d6;1d8;3d10 → [8,6,4] = (18)<br/>Spent a PP to keep a die, Total 18, Effect Die d10, attempting to create complication HIS KNIFE IS EVERYWHERE! d10 for Supermen Wave 3.<br/>Status: 1PP, no stress, Cloaking Field Shutdown, Carrier Contact Shutdown<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>TAGGING ARIBETH. YOU'RE NEXT ARIBETH. YOU'RE NEXT.</strong></span><br/></div></div>