1287/Log

Log
Date of Scene:	04 July 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Cyberdragon, Mister Fantastic, Storm

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Cyberdragon has posed:
This is a disaster in the making. A semi truck had blown one of it's tires taking a corner too fast, and with it took side collision from an oncoming car that made it buckle and jar the trailer. The Trailer broke open revealing drums of chemicals, normally not dangerious of their own but some have begun to leak and when mixxing together are producing a deadly fume. In total the chemicals are right now a dangerous powder keg ready to start unleashing and mixxing in a small pool on the street.

Police have cordoned off the area and started evacuating the area as there is one hero on the scene. A bio Mechanical dragon who pulled the pair of drivers from their vehicals andn is right now trying to use of all things aluninum foil,duct tape, and anything else he can get his hands on to try and seal the containers.

He's not effected by the toxins or poisons that are wafting up around him as he tries to get the larger damaged barrels onto an area where they will stop leaking and forming that deadly mixture.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    There's a distant rumble of jet engines as a craft descends towards the spill, the Fantasticar slowly and settling in an open roadside rest stop parking lot, behind the emergency vehicles, then shuts down. A moment later, Dr. Richards is stretching his way out of the cockpit, one leg coming down and followed by the rest of his body in a particularly long step, before he turns to the cargo compartment, starting to unlock it. He nods to one of the officers nearby. "Would you let the fire chief know I'm here? I may have a way to clean up what's already spilled...and there's more help on the way..." He scans the sky idly, stepping back as the cargo door unfolds, before several odd hovering robots float out. Each seems to have multi-segmented tentacular arms, tipped with a flat vaccumn-like scoop surrounding by spray nozzles, while the main body is a flattened ovoid with several antennae on the top. Small green lights flicker in patterns over them as they foat along.

Storm has posed:
Descending from the sky not far behind Dr. Richards and the Fantasticar is Storm, riding the currents of the wind and coming in to land with a little rustle of leaves and clothing not far from where the Fantasticar touched down.

"I got your message, Reed, how bad is it?" she asks as she takes in the scene before her a little, her attention finally returning to the elastic man and his army of robotic minions, "And what do you need me to do to help out?"

Cyberdragon has posed:
More of the barrels seem to be in danger and instantly as the Police Chief is alerting the Fire department shief of Mr Fantastic, The dragon is trying to Stablize one of the Barrels and fide out of any more are ruptured as one is indeed as it has melted through due to some poor design and soon the chemical it contains spills out the bottom and this causes another barrel a 55 gallion drub to drop onto the dragon almost pinning him and as the amber fluid starts to pour out it mixes with the chemicals on the street and instantly a plume of smoke starts to rise up. it's not chemically hot but it is producing large amounts of gas and vapor.

A Toxic vapor that is threatening to fill the air. Still the dragon himself is smoking for a moment but then his form seems to just shed the amber compound on him as he looks to the sky in dread.

"Bad day bad DAY!" the dragon says as he calls out to Mr Fantastic, "You got anything in that thing I can use to seal these barrels up with?" As he doesn' seem the least bit effected by the toxic vapors around him.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    It's to Dr. Richard's credit, or at least the fact that he has a much harder time being suprised, that the giant dragon just gets a brief blink from him. "These drones can help with that, but I only have a few prototypes currently, so we have to keep the spill from spreading too far!" he calls back, summoning up a small touchpad on his costume that he types into. The three robots go flying off towards the spill, starting to spray and slurp up the edges of the mess.

    Reed looks back to Ororo. "Thank you for coming. It's fairly bad. These are binary chemicals, meaning that the more they mix, the more outgassing we'll get from the chemical reactions. If you could isolate the chemical smoke that's already rising, perhaps disappating it in the upper atmosphere harmlessly?" He tugs out a rebreather helmet, pulling it on, where it seamlessly seals into his uniform. His voice is a bit muffled when he speaks next. "We'll try to get the breached canisters isolated. I have a a foam gun that should be able to temporarily seal them until we can get them someplace safe for disposal."

    He glances at the dragon, then calls. "I have something to seal them, be right there! Try to get the ones that are breached upright so the cracks are highest, so we can keep the rest contained!

Storm has posed:
"I'll contain the vapors while you and the other one get settled on the ground and start sealing the containers." Ororo says to Richard, lifting up off the ground with a little rustle of wind to bring her above the scene for a birds eye view.

Once aloft, the weather witch that is Storm lifts her arms and a breeze begins to form, not from one direction, but all directions, creating a cyclonic force, not an intense one mind you, but enough to start drawing in the gas released from the combining toxic chemicals and containing them in a relatively compact area. "I would advise you both hurry, however."

Cyberdragon has posed:
The Dragon feels another shift in the cargo and then he says, "No you don't!" and then he manages to suddenly put his wings through the side of the trailer and uses his body like a brace. Holding back the barrels that want to slide out and digging his claws into the bed of the truck as he just holds himself there.

He's out of action as the chemicals will register on Dr Richards datapad as components needed to produce Scarecrow's Infamous Fear Toxin. There are a few components missing but there is enough here to blanket a city in that panic inducing hallucinogen.

The Vapors begin to pull up staining the winds with their dark vile poisons as he growls out as he nods to Reed Richards as he does his best to just hold his position extending his arms as more spikes come out to help serve as a further anchor and soon the dragon seems to be relaxing a bit and holds himself steady.

"Correct me if I am wrong, but I get the sneaking suspision after what you said someone intentionally ordered these chemicals all together on one truck..." he says loud enough for just Reed to hear.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Dr. Richards nods in agreement with Storm as she rises up, pulling a high tech rifle attached to a tank that he straps over his back, flicking it one. As he does so from memory, he scans over the environmental data being scrolled across his helmet HUD. "...that may be. This is going to be even more dangerous then, I'll have the first responders pull back further." he says in answer, then pauses to talk to the fire chief to get that going. As the officers and firemen pull back further, he advances on the first of the damaged containers, flipping to an external loudspeaker so he can be heard by Ororo up above them. "Storm! This mix creates a hallucinogenic vapor, keep it away from your skin in addition to not breathing it!" He raises the rifle, sighting on one of the damaged containers, then pulls the trigger, a gush of orange foam shooting out to spray over the breach, almost immediately hardening like concrete to stop the leakage.

Storm has posed:
The small cyclone continues to form overtop the center of the spill, high enough up to avoid drawing any of the fluids into it, but strong enough to pull in the majority of the vapors where the chemicals start combining, creating a toxic cloud localized right above the spill site.

"Understood!" Ororo replies to the warning shouted at her by Mr. Fantastic, the buffer of protective area around her when she flies at higher speeds intensifying, creating a little shield between her and the gasses, of sorts.

Cyberdragon has posed:
As the Containers are slowly one by one sealed the Dragon parts his wings actually spreading the material between the wings, as the technology that encases the human inside it is memetic, and can shape shift as the wings allow Reed to get inside the Truck, "I can hear a few more barrels inside leaking. That should let you get through." As he will Point to a couple he sees that are breached. Finally as the ruptured barrels are slowly sealed and he seems to relax.

Pulling one Barrel off and holds it. "If I move most of these are going to fall out." he says. AS he needs some way to contain the barrels from slipping, as the barrels are not in a standard box on their ends. These barrels were on their sides with no supports to really secure them.

This was a disaster intended to happen.

How ever The Dragon snarls when he sees some one come up and take aim at the woman containing the toxin, aas the dragon says, "STORM BEHIND YOU GROUND!" And there is a slender man holding what appears to be a cane with a twisted smile as he fires a dart at the mutant controling the winds a second cane fires a dart as it flys through the air and impacts the dragon in the chest. A third on is fired at Mr Fantastic, And instantly the man takes to running trying to escape laughing like a lunatic...

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    As he raises the rifle again, moving over towards the truck. "It's fine, I'll just seal the entire trailer for the moment. They can unseal it to deal with the spill once it's somewhere safer..." This certainly wasn't an accident....the combination of breached containers is too close to the mix in his records. An accidental one would be off in proportions. But that's something to deal with after the immediate problem is contained.
    It's then that he feels something hit his back. His body responds automatically, the tip not penetrating as his skin deforms slightly then bounces back, sending the dart flying harmlessly away. But it does get his attention as he whirls around, seeing the laughing man as he starts to flee. A frown on his face, he promptly raises the rifle and shoots, aiming for just in front of the man's feet as he tries to flee, hoping to seal him in place where he hopefully can't cause further trouble.
    He hasn't realized darts were fired at the others as of yet....

Storm has posed:
The wonderful thing with darts is they are rather easy to influence with wind currents, being a slower moving projectile and all. The dart fired at her, coupled with the early warning that is shouted at her is enough for her to strengthen that little bubble around her even more, a gust hitting the dart and sending it slamming into the street, point first.

"I can't let go of this gas!" Storm shouts down to the others, a soft word uttered as the madman starts to dash away, "Are you both alright??" she asks, her focus shifting towards Reed, and Cyberdragon in turn.

Cyberdragon has posed:
the Man is of course covered in the foam that hardens tripping him to the ground as he yelps out and starts trying to escape and when it's clear he can't hen tries to reach for the can he has trying to use it as people come near him and one of the officers almost gets to close but when the man thrws his hand up the officer pulls back in just enough time to avoid being hit in the face with a spray of mist.

Now that the spill has been contained and the barrels are secured safely he comes out and looks down at his chest holding the Dart and pulls it out. As he says. "Yes I'm fine, I didn't get hit with the effects of the dart." As he swallows hard. Thankfully Cyber had detected the hold and used it to bend the needle as it entered and channel the toxin away from the host inside.

As the Robots managed to clean up the spill he looks at the cloud and thinks.

"Mr. Fantastic, will Plasma in the range of say six thousand degrees destroy the chemical vapor entirely?"

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Dr. Richards lowers the rifle, then waves off the other officers as the man tries to spray them. One of his hands stretches out to snag the can, disarming the man, before he adds another spurt of the foam to encase the man below the neck. "Hmmm?" he says, looking over at the dragon. "Ah, excellent. Well, perhaps, but not the truck itself, it would certainly detonate the gas tank and probably do not good for this section of the road either." he says dryly. "It'd be best to evacuate the trailer elsewhere before taking such an action." He looks up at Storm thoughfully. "...however..." He calls up. "Storm, can you push the gas a distance away from you? Our, ah, dragon friend here can evaporate it apparently at that point."

Storm has posed:
Storm nods her head in Reed's direction as she continues to concentrate on the vortex of poison she has created, starting to rise higher into the sky, along with the gas, gaining a fair bit of height over the accident site, and pushing the cloud further away from her to limit her exposure to whatever energy attack that the Cyberdragon might use.

"We should be at a safe height, Reed." Ororo will say into her communicator to the leader of the Fantastic Four, "Relay that to him, I shall try to condense it as much as I can, then disipate what remains safely away from the city."

Cyberdragon has posed:
The man screams, "No no the fear must flow I must see and study it's effects! No I'll make you suffer I will bring out your worst night mares! I will force you into a hell of fear you will never recover, your friends your families all of them will suffer terror untold!" He man threatens.

The Dragon Will Call out to Storm Take it as high as you can and then fall for a distance when I fly into it!" And he will take to the air flapping his as he takes to the Air when he gets the word the dragon streaks to the spot as his form suddenly seems to shimmer and then ignites on fire with burning Plasma. Reaching red, orange and then yellow Hot as he burns and then a fair distance away he ignites unleashing a plasma fire ball. The explosive force of 60 pounds of C4 condenced into the space of a few inchanes erupts producing a plasma ball forming around him in the center of the fear toxin cloud.

He burns away Oxygen, nitrogen, including the chemicals, resulting in a near total vaccum around him.

Moments later comes the sound of the vaccum suddenly being filled as the rush of air hits the dragon from all angles as the impact shocks the dragon and having depleted 95 percent of ahis energy reserves in that little stunt falls as he struggles to open his wings to glide back down from his height but it is clear he is extremely fatigued.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Mr. Fantastic raises an arm as the blast of air sends debris flying, then lowers it, checking the readout on his HUD. Apparently whatever he sees means the coast is clear, as he unlatches the helmet and slides it off, then looks around for Storm with a bit of concern. That WAS quite a powerful blast! "Interesting..." he murmurs, absently calculating the amount of energy needed to create an effect like that and coming up with a pretty high number. A bit different than Fin Fang Foom, certainly, as dragons go. But certainly thorough.

    He shields his eyes, watching for the other two to return. He pretty much ignores the rambling and monologue from the trapped man with the air of long experience dealing with villanous spiels.

Storm has posed:
Storm has managed to keep herself at a suitable distance to the exploding dragon thing, letting the shockwave route around her before she moves to settle into the ground a short time later nearby the leader of the Fantastic Four.

"That should handle the poison cloud.. a bit dramatic but sufficient." She says to Reed, "I shall see if there are any remnants of the poison still about that we may have missed.." She will let her senses shift and chage, feeling out at the natural environment around the spill of toxic chemicals, searching out for any traces or remnants where the earth itself may be sick and poisoned.

Cyberdragon has posed:
Apparently For the most part there are traces here and there of some of the toxins spread out but not indanger of mixing into that deadly fear toxin as the dragon manages to glide down. Looking none the worse for wear but there is a slight tiredness to his tail and body.

Cyber wanted to make sure that he burned all the chemicals to leave none behind as he pants out. "Mr Fantastic, do you have a container, That compound from the dart needs to be put in something safe." he says

When Presented with the container he will place a tip of his claw in it as he starts to secreat the fear toxin. One potent enough to drive most average people insane with fright. Possible permanantly.

"Thank you so much I have no idea what I could have done if all the compounds got mixed properly without you two. You have my thanks."

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Mr. Fantastic nods to Ororo as she flies down. "Thank you Storm. Hopefully anything that's left can be left to my recycler drones to clean up, I think we were able to contain it quickly enough to avoid serious damage."


As the dragon speaks, Reed turns his attention back to him, raising a brow. "Well, thank you for responding, you were a huge help yourself...the both of you. I doubt we could have contained that vapor without you, Storm." He cocks his head, looking up at the dragon. "I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met; are you a recent arrival on our world?" he asks politely. As the Fantastic Four tries to keep tabs on such things, along with SWORD.

Storm has posed:
"I sense no significant pockets of chemicals that we missed, and I have faith in your robots to clean what remains." Ororo says, letting the little gusts around her fade and subside fully as she steps over to join Reed, her attention shifting towards the Dragon as well.

"No thanks are needed, we were simply doing what was right." She says to the Cyberdragon, "And yes, thank you for the assistance as well, you seem to have helped keep it from growing much worse while we did what we could to contain it."

Cyberdragon has posed:
As the Dragon offers his hand to Mr Fantastic and says, "Cyberdragon. No I have been on Earth for some twenty thousand years in one form or another. Give or take a century or two." Of course if Reed's scanners detect the details, it's not actually a Biomechanical creature. It is almost like a symbiote. But instead of carbon in the cellular structure metallic elements, some of which if scanned deeply are synthetic. As the form is wrapped around a human host it seems as it it was a suit of armor or something."

LEaning against a lamp post as he will use his tail to push into the connector and then there is a spark of electrical and he seems to be feeding on the energy slowly. "Sorry that little stunt took a lot out of me. I wanted to make sure that none of the chemical remained."

One of the officers comes up asking Mr Fantastic what they should Do with the Scarecrow as he seems to just be waiting for someone to get close so he can try to gas them again.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Reed is being polite; he doesn't usually scan strangers without asking first, unless he thinks there's an imminent reason to do so...possibly infected with alien bacteria, extra-dimensional energies, about to explode, etc. He takes the hand easily enough. "Ah, I see. Inactive, or just very good at avoiding the public eye until recently?" Reed asks, as he watches him recharge. "Biomechanical?" he asks after a moment, as he certainly looks...well, fleshy.

    As the officer asks, he looks over...he's pretty sure being completely covered in the hardened foam Scarecrow is going to have a hard time doing anything but using harsh language and ranting. "If that's who I think it is, I'd take him as is straight to Arkham Asylum in Gotham. They're probably expecting him at this point."

Storm has posed:
"Cyberdragon, it is good to meet you.. twenty thousand years is a long time to be alive.. curious." Ororo says as she considers the being, her gaze shifting sidelong towards Reed before settling back on the authorities, and the other hero that helped with the toxic spill.

"Did I hear him right?" Storm asks with a glance towards the Scarecrow, "Was he looking to release his gas on this town to study the effects of fear on the locals?" She shakes her head, perhaps a bit saddly.

Cyberdragon has posed:
"Little of both. And yes Biomechanical, rather than carbon in my cells, it's metallic elements. Grants me an incredible resistance to environmental and atmospheric changes." he says And with a smile. "Tony Stark has been keeping an eye on me to make sure I am not dangerous. He let's me roam so long as I don't do anything destructive. If you want to speak to Stark about me, I don't think he would object." and the Dragon seems to get a bit more energetic as he absorbs the energy from the cities power grid. Still he's severely depleted, it will be three or four days of him recovering."

The Police nod and will of course arrange for some transport for the man as well to divest him of his equipment once he is secured and contained.

"Pleasure and honor is mine Storm. Yes that's what he said. And if I am right he's Johnathan Crane, AKA Scarecrow. Uses a fear inducing toxin to aplify fears. Thankfully I'm immune to all Earth based diseases and toxins."

Then addressing Storm "Yes it is a long time. I have been many things in my long life."

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    "That identification seems accurate." Dr. Richards notes, as the police start dragging the still ranting former psychologist away. "Especially since the chemicals involved are part of his fear toxin, according to SHIELD records. Nasty stuff. I assume he felt he'd be able to gas an entire town before anyone could notice. We're fortunate the truck crashed as far out of town as it did. A miscalculation on his part, luckily. That man is certainly not sane these days."

    He nods to Cyberdragon. "Well, if Tony Stark's vouching for you, that's good enough for me. You might want to check in with SWORD and SHIELD as well, they like to be aware of visitors and metahumans who aren't already in their ranks." He glances over towards his drones as they busily get to work cleaning up the remaining spill. "Pardon, let me get this rifle and tank put away, I don't think I'll be needing it further." He heads over to the Fantasticar to start stowing the equipment and his helmet, then closes up the compartment.

Storm has posed:
"You are rather well informed as well." Storm says with a slight nod of her head at the Cyberdragon, watching him as he absorbs the power straight from the street light before looking back towards Reed once he returns from stowing his gear away.

"I should be getting back to the school." Ororo says, "Is there anything else you need me for? It seems everything is well in hand here. But if anything comes up, I shall have my communicator on. Just contact me."

Cyberdragon has posed:
"Shield knows of me, sadly I am not entirely too keen on letting them examine me. Something about finding out how I work to take me apart and put me together again. Most likely an off day for the agent I met. I'm willing to give Shield the benefit of the doubt, but I'm not walking into one of their head quarters." he says.

"I should return to Stark Towers, if either of you wish to speak with me. It is easiest to reach me through there. It was my pleasure to meet both of you." and he will unplug his tail and move to spread his wings taking off to the skies in a lazy flight back to Stark Towers.

Mister Fantastic has posed:
    Mr. Fantastic waves as the dragon lifts off. "I'll keep that in mind!" he calls after him, a bit intrigued. It's not every day he runs across an alien biomechanical creature. Well, not EVERY day, certainly. Many of them maybe.

    He turns to Storm and smiles. "Of course, I think I can take it from here. Thank you again for your help. Oh, and let Charles know if he wants me to come by for a guest lecture, I'd be happy to do so, as always. I know it's getting towards that time of the year." He offers his hand to Ororo. "Hopefully I'll see you soon, but without a minor disaster to clean up!"

Storm has posed:
"I can't imagine he wouldn't want you to come by, I'll speak with him about arranging the lecture and be in touch." Ororo says before she draws in those winds to her and raises up from the ground, off with a zoom to the skies above.