10ebbor10
DON'T PANIC
- Location
- Present
Early versions aren't stuff Liv is going to resolve herself instantly though.
If this is an early version, then it must be one that still have massive hurdles to overcome.
Spider-Liv (Olivia Octavius AU Quest)
- Thread starter open_sketch
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- Archive Superhero
If this is an early version, then it must be one that still have massive hurdles to overcome.
Raiseth
I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
- Location
- Russia
Absolutely, but it doesn't preclude the possibility of someone else inventing the same thing or stealing it from him and developing it, like we can do now.
That Stark isn't doing anything to make the Arc Reactor sale as soon as possible is frankly criminal from the capitalist sense: he's letting an opportunity go to waste and losing incalculable potential profit.
Like, seriously, R&D isn't going to bankrupt him or even make a noticeable hole in his budget, he's one of the top military contractors ffs.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Look, end of the day? Sketch wouldn't have given us the option if it wasn't a viable avenue to explore. And IMO it's the avenue with the greatest potential for future drama and player agency.
10ebbor10
DON'T PANIC
- Location
- Present
Sketch didn't give us that avenue though?
She gave us the option to use the Arc Reactor to upgrade our suit as a pre-bossfight resupply. We're not voting for any sort of long-term research project.
That doesn't mean that everything we might possibly want to do with a reactor is viable.
- Location
- Just passing through.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I would like to believe that if we were to start discussing plans for things that will never happen in the future of the quest, the QM would be kind enough to let us know, so we don't end raising our hopes and hype for nothing.
Alobomb
Time Traveler
- Location
- Canada
I don't think it's really the author's job to police people speculating unless it's specifically something misreading the obviously intended direction or tone of the quest. Even if we spent all this talk about arc reactor stuff and then never got to monkey with them, it was at least time spent up building up our own mental images of who Liv is, what she would do with this kinda opportunity, etc. Speculating this kinda thing also gives the QM hints about what sorta stuff we may or may not wanna see, if it fits in with her own planning.
- Location
- Nowhere, Midwestern USA
- Pronouns
- She/Her/They/Them
[X] Liv carefully studies the Arc Reactor. She might be able to build her own to power her suit and increase her strength.
Unlimited Power
- Location
- Ottawa
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Whatever
There was no question. You had to look at the arc reactor and get an idea how it worked. While the green power revolution seemed well underway, something like this could make it go even faster. Besides, you couldn't think of anything more delightful than patent-sniping Tony Stark on his own invention by fixing whatever flaw it had that made it so difficult to produce. The idea of releasing it under a license that allowed anybody but Stark Industries to make it came to mind, and that was even better. God, you could rub his smug face in it so-
"Liv, honey, focus. Don't ruin a good streak by getting all supervillain on me now."
Right, for sure.
The arc reactor was a cylinder about the diameter of an oil drum and half as tall, sealed, painted in the ostentatious red and gold metallic that seemed to end up on all of Stark's non-military projects. You tech-sense soon mapped out the interior, a complex array of exotic matter being driven in a loop around the focusing systems, producing kinetic energy as if from nothing that rapidly turned a turbine inside to generate power. If you took the top off, it'd probably be glowing a nice yellow, shifting to blue if kicked to maximum power. The main problem you could see was that you needed the particle accelerator at CERN to actually fill the machine with the right substances, which obviously you didn't have, but this thing could be a lot smaller. Like, the same proportions, but the diameter of a coffee can.
You had Athena run an inventory search for spare parts for the machine, and it turns out they had everything you needed, plus a rapid fabrication printer you'd kill for and one hell of a bits box of all the weirdest and wildest cutting edge tech. You ducked out to ask Nat when you'd be moving (tomorrow morning, at the earliest, as Clint recovered and the flight plan for their private jet was cleared), so you cracked your knuckles and settled in.
Time to proof of concept this shit.
---
"It's four AM, Liv. You need to sleep. You're going to be breaking into the CIA. Be well rested for that please."
"Hold that thought, I'm going to give it a try."
"Don't you dare say it."
You pressed the two wires together.
"Let there be light."
The machine started glowing. Not yellow, not blue, but a soft red as it ran at about four times the efficiency of Stark's clunky design. Inside, there was a teeny tiny generator spinning away, producing electricity and only the tiniest bit of waste heat, which you had piped out the front through a modified computer fan. It purred.
You couldn't help it. You laughed wildly, some might say manically, as the laws of thermodynamics fell before the onslaught of your incredible mind. Athena was right, the Bible quote wasn't appropriate. God's design had to follow rules.
"We talked about this, Liv. Please."
"Okay, so goodbye lithium-ion, hello beauty. This is honestly more power than I know what to do with, Athena. We need to like... build a tank or something."
"We're not building a tank."
"If we crank this to full output, it's like burning a whole barrel of oil every hour, minus the planet-destroying and most of the waste heat. We could power a cargo ship with this. We could build a rocket. Oh my God."
"Liv. Liv, it's going to your head. Liv, put down the phone. You aren't calling Elon Musk."
Fine. Whatever, you'll buy SpaceX tomorrow. Giddy with excitement, you ripped the old battery out and stuffed the arc reactor in its place, adjusting the software on its power supply as you went. God, you were going to abuse this power. You were absolutely going to go mad with it, and nobody could stop you!
---
Fuck. Why did you do this? Why hadn't you just gone to bed?
You'd been shepherded onto the private jet bleary-eyed and exhausted, and were asleep the moment your head hit the leather seats. Officially, this jet wasn't the SSR's, it was just some private citizen rushing to DC or something. The cover didn't have to be great: so far the CIA was in the dark. Sitwell had been asleep, and his contacts back in the SSR were among the ones who agreed to help, once they understood why you'd tased and/or webbed them up, so they'd keep feeding him misinformation as long as possible to keep the action covert.
This mission was as direct as it came. You were going to break into the CIA's holding facility in Washington DC (not their public headquarters in Langley, to your disappointment, but another facility in Silver Spring to the north. An ugly eight story building, everyone knew it was a CIA building, they weren't shy about it, but publicly it was a records storage and payroll management building, which left out the fact there was apparently a black site in the basement. The goal: break into the computer system, locate Steve Rogers, and either get him out or get absolutely undeniable evidence what was happening. If, in the process, it could be confirmed that Johann Schmidt was alive and walking around, it'd be really really nice to figure out where he is and deal with him. Then maybe turn him over to the Hague.
This wasn't going to be an assault, it couldn't be. Instead, you were going to be playing tech support for the other two as they entered the building, fabricating records, forging identities, listing phantom meetings, and guiding them through the building as deep as they could get before the shooting started. It was going to be a real seat of the pants operation, but there wasn't a choice.
First, though, you had to get in. That was happening tonight.
---
"Liv, honey, focus. Don't ruin a good streak by getting all supervillain on me now."
Right, for sure.
The arc reactor was a cylinder about the diameter of an oil drum and half as tall, sealed, painted in the ostentatious red and gold metallic that seemed to end up on all of Stark's non-military projects. You tech-sense soon mapped out the interior, a complex array of exotic matter being driven in a loop around the focusing systems, producing kinetic energy as if from nothing that rapidly turned a turbine inside to generate power. If you took the top off, it'd probably be glowing a nice yellow, shifting to blue if kicked to maximum power. The main problem you could see was that you needed the particle accelerator at CERN to actually fill the machine with the right substances, which obviously you didn't have, but this thing could be a lot smaller. Like, the same proportions, but the diameter of a coffee can.
You had Athena run an inventory search for spare parts for the machine, and it turns out they had everything you needed, plus a rapid fabrication printer you'd kill for and one hell of a bits box of all the weirdest and wildest cutting edge tech. You ducked out to ask Nat when you'd be moving (tomorrow morning, at the earliest, as Clint recovered and the flight plan for their private jet was cleared), so you cracked your knuckles and settled in.
Time to proof of concept this shit.
---
"It's four AM, Liv. You need to sleep. You're going to be breaking into the CIA. Be well rested for that please."
"Hold that thought, I'm going to give it a try."
"Don't you dare say it."
You pressed the two wires together.
"Let there be light."
The machine started glowing. Not yellow, not blue, but a soft red as it ran at about four times the efficiency of Stark's clunky design. Inside, there was a teeny tiny generator spinning away, producing electricity and only the tiniest bit of waste heat, which you had piped out the front through a modified computer fan. It purred.
You couldn't help it. You laughed wildly, some might say manically, as the laws of thermodynamics fell before the onslaught of your incredible mind. Athena was right, the Bible quote wasn't appropriate. God's design had to follow rules.
"We talked about this, Liv. Please."
"Okay, so goodbye lithium-ion, hello beauty. This is honestly more power than I know what to do with, Athena. We need to like... build a tank or something."
"We're not building a tank."
"If we crank this to full output, it's like burning a whole barrel of oil every hour, minus the planet-destroying and most of the waste heat. We could power a cargo ship with this. We could build a rocket. Oh my God."
"Liv. Liv, it's going to your head. Liv, put down the phone. You aren't calling Elon Musk."
Fine. Whatever, you'll buy SpaceX tomorrow. Giddy with excitement, you ripped the old battery out and stuffed the arc reactor in its place, adjusting the software on its power supply as you went. God, you were going to abuse this power. You were absolutely going to go mad with it, and nobody could stop you!
---
Fuck. Why did you do this? Why hadn't you just gone to bed?
You'd been shepherded onto the private jet bleary-eyed and exhausted, and were asleep the moment your head hit the leather seats. Officially, this jet wasn't the SSR's, it was just some private citizen rushing to DC or something. The cover didn't have to be great: so far the CIA was in the dark. Sitwell had been asleep, and his contacts back in the SSR were among the ones who agreed to help, once they understood why you'd tased and/or webbed them up, so they'd keep feeding him misinformation as long as possible to keep the action covert.
This mission was as direct as it came. You were going to break into the CIA's holding facility in Washington DC (not their public headquarters in Langley, to your disappointment, but another facility in Silver Spring to the north. An ugly eight story building, everyone knew it was a CIA building, they weren't shy about it, but publicly it was a records storage and payroll management building, which left out the fact there was apparently a black site in the basement. The goal: break into the computer system, locate Steve Rogers, and either get him out or get absolutely undeniable evidence what was happening. If, in the process, it could be confirmed that Johann Schmidt was alive and walking around, it'd be really really nice to figure out where he is and deal with him. Then maybe turn him over to the Hague.
This wasn't going to be an assault, it couldn't be. Instead, you were going to be playing tech support for the other two as they entered the building, fabricating records, forging identities, listing phantom meetings, and guiding them through the building as deep as they could get before the shooting started. It was going to be a real seat of the pants operation, but there wasn't a choice.
First, though, you had to get in. That was happening tonight.
---
[ ] Start from the top: Liv swings to the top of the building, disables whatever security she finds, and breaks into an office. She'll be farthest from Rogers, but right in all the vulnerable computing equipment.
[ ] At the ground floor: Liv adheres to the bottom of one of their trucks and enters through the garage. She'll have access to the service areas, but is more likely to run into staff.
[ ] Underground: It looks like the building might be accessible through the sewer system, so that's what Liv will do. She'll probably be within a few sub-basements of wherever Rogers is, but otherwise she'll be going in blind.
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prometheus110
Join Cayman-Global & be part of the 1E-9 percent!
- Location
- La Ballena City Raft
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Start from the top: Liv swings to the top of the building, disables whatever security she finds, and breaks into an office. She'll be farthest from Rogers, but right in all the vulnerable computing equipment.
This feels like the best match for our skills and gives us endless opportunities to beat up and confuse nazis with their own gear.
This feels like the best match for our skills and gives us endless opportunities to beat up and confuse nazis with their own gear.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Are we going Iron Spider with this shit?
And she did it. Liv actually hit Tony Stark levels of engineering. It's not 'cave with a box of scraps', more Iron Man 2-ish. Still not 'new element' though.
We are so going Iron Spider. We'll make it rain spider-drone missiles like it's Australia! Bring it on Iron Monger!
[X] Start from the top: Liv swings to the top of the building, disables whatever security she finds, and breaks into an office. She'll be farthest from Rogers, but right in all the vulnerable computing equipment.
- Location
- The Middle of the Howling Wilderness
Mmmm, that's the good mad science. Excited to bully Elon Musk with our technological prowess.
[X] Start from the top: Liv swings to the top of the building, disables whatever security she finds, and breaks into an office. She'll be farthest from Rogers, but right in all the vulnerable computing equipment.
[X] Start from the top: Liv swings to the top of the building, disables whatever security she finds, and breaks into an office. She'll be farthest from Rogers, but right in all the vulnerable computing equipment.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
*cackles*
[X] Start from the top: Liv swings to the top of the building, disables whatever security she finds, and breaks into an office. She'll be farthest from Rogers, but right in all the vulnerable computing equipment.
"Underoos!"
[X] Start from the top: Liv swings to the top of the building, disables whatever security she finds, and breaks into an office. She'll be farthest from Rogers, but right in all the vulnerable computing equipment.
"Underoos!"
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- Location
- Somewhere!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
This is an amazing microcosm of Liv and Athena's relationship.
[X] Start from the top: Liv swings to the top of the building, disables whatever security she finds, and breaks into an office. She'll be farthest from Rogers, but right in all the vulnerable computing equipment
We're being the gal in the chair, we should go in the place where we can do that.
We're being the gal in the chair, we should go in the place where we can do that.
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Start from the top: Liv swings to the top of the building, disables whatever security she finds, and breaks into an office. She'll be farthest from Rogers, but right in all the vulnerable computing equipment.
We didn't pick the right upgrades to go full stealth or head on, let's play the long game as a nerd.
We didn't pick the right upgrades to go full stealth or head on, let's play the long game as a nerd.
Twei
I have a face!
- Location
- the land where they write things
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] Start from the top: Liv swings to the top of the building, disables whatever security she finds, and breaks into an office. She'll be farthest from Rogers, but right in all the vulnerable computing equipment.
Gotta play to the strengths, yo
Gotta play to the strengths, yo
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[x] Underground: It looks like the building might be accessible through the sewer system, so that's what Liv will do. She'll probably be within a few sub-basements of wherever Rogers is, but otherwise she'll be going in blind.
Well going in through the roof plays to Liv's strengths, going in underground gets us closer to Steve. Reaaally wanna figure out what his deal is going to be and I think we'll end up breaking him out anyways.
Well going in through the roof plays to Liv's strengths, going in underground gets us closer to Steve. Reaaally wanna figure out what his deal is going to be and I think we'll end up breaking him out anyways.
- Location
- USA
[X] Start from the top: Liv swings to the top of the building, disables whatever security she finds, and breaks into an office. She'll be farthest from Rogers, but right in all the vulnerable computing equipment.
Tech support is important
Tech support is important
- Location
- Just passing through.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Start from the top: Liv swings to the top of the building, disables whatever security she finds, and breaks into an office. She'll be farthest from Rogers, but right in all the vulnerable computing equipment.
Alobomb
Time Traveler
- Location
- Canada
[X] Underground: It looks like the building might be accessible through the sewer system, so that's what Liv will do. She'll probably be within a few sub-basements of wherever Rogers is, but otherwise she'll be going in blind.
Spiders are fantastic at scuttling around damp and forlorn places. This is also a character choice I think, it's pretty clear Liv idolizes Steve-o to the point of possibly naivete.
Spiders are fantastic at scuttling around damp and forlorn places. This is also a character choice I think, it's pretty clear Liv idolizes Steve-o to the point of possibly naivete.