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Counting 5 d100 failures, 2 successes.
<span class="mu-s">”Run a background on Nick Fury, and this ‘shield’ thing. I’m gonna’ go tweak the suit.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">”I’ll let you know when I’m finished, Mr. Stark.”</span>
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.
<span class="mu-b">“Sir, I have an analysis of my system’s takeover ready.”</span> 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.
<span class="mu-b">“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.”</span> 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 <span class="mu-i">you</span> 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?”
<span class="mu-b">“Still working on it, Sir. Analysis from your fight with the late Mr. Obadiah Stane is finished, however.”</span> Let’s get to work. Let’s stay on top.
“Where do we improve first?”
<span class="mu-b">”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.”</span>
“That can’t be everything, can it?”
<span class="mu-b">“Your accuracy was also to be improved upon, sir. Your internal display is slightly uncoordinated with your a-”</span>
“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.
