6582/No Sputnik

No Sputnik
Date of Scene:	20 February 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Crimson Dynamo, Beryl

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Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    It's uptown, 91st street to be specific. It's a nice neighborhood, and of course it's home to the Russian Embassy to the UN. The place swarms with Russians during the daylight hours for obvious reasons, though tonight? It's snowing, but there's a small crowd gathered. Gathered down the block and across the street that is. Even New Yorkers it seem, so used to caped heroes? Yeah they keep their distance and watch things warily. The Ambassador's gone inside with, somone but that's not what has people transfixed. It isn't the burly guys in suits, or a few more in Camoflague standing around smoking. No it's the Embassy's guard.

    It's hard to miss, mind you. Even at idle, the thing is an electromagnetic tempest. It'll spin compasses from twenty feet if it's on, and it's definitely on. Twelve foot worth of hulking armor, festooned with chainguns and missiles and an enough electrical generators to power city blocks without much worry. Hell it's five thousand pounds of just that ultra-exotic Carborundum Matrix alloy. It's outer armor plates are less exotic, but only just of course. Indeed from those chunky ERA blocks, to the molded depleted uranium this electric dynamo is a veritable cornicopia of the strange just metalurgically speaking. All of which has been covered under with a brilliant almost glow in the dark red, weathered with scorch marks, claw marks and goodness knows what else. The Crimson Dynamo, ladies and gentlemen.

    It stands stock still on the sidewalk, it's presence enough to menace most curious lookers on. The soft otherworldly hum of those Venko generators churning, as snowfall sizzles off that heated armor plate. People murmur that it doesn't work, that it's not real, that it's some Russian mindgame. Then it moves, slowly half turning to look over it's own massive shoulder. Glancing down the street, enough to draw folks to silence.

Beryl has posed:
Minoke was just wandering the streets. She was trying to join the AVengers - but her first meeting went disastrously wrong and she hasn't had a chance to contact them again - so she is just wandering. Wearing a gray sundress, completely oblivious to the fact that it's inappropriate to a wintry night. Then... something turns on. She jumps the moment it happens - a strong source of electricity that she sensed from a mile away. She starts heading in that direction, curious - when her metal-sensors picked up on the action too. It's something she's never sensed before!

Minoke runs as fast as she can, wondering what could be drawing her attention so powerfully - as she stops at the edge of a nervous crowd. She sighs as she circles around and finds a weak spot and just walks right up to the amazing tall device, tilting her head and staring at it, oblivious to anyone who might stop her (one person pulled at her arm but couldn't even budge the probe droid).

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    If you're watching it on the EM front, well it's fascinating. Those generators ramp up in a heart beat, even across the street folks can feel their hair stand up. Exactly how much juice it's creating is hard to suss out, even for the most advanced sensors but by any measure? Even at twelve foot tall and a fully loaded nine thousand pounds, you could easily rate it as "energy dense". The thing moves, and well is remarkably spry for it's own mass. That battle worn heavily armored helmet swiveling around to lock onto Minoke, the T-shaped visor erupting in brilliant cherry red.

    One heavily armored hand comes up, gauntlet's little ventilation ports opening in time with the surging venko generators as they build an evergrowing charge. That magnificent Cherenkove blue dancing from the minute gaps in that armored gauntlet, a defensive gesture that transcends most language barriers. It speaks too, that voice heavily washed through filters and cut outs, if only to isolate the inner workings from that external EM storm. It's a growl, no doubt tailor made to be exactly as intimidating as science could. Hell that deep electro-mechanical rumble resonates in the chest, it's certainly enough to get attention for sure. <<Vernis, dvigaysya medlenno da? Medlenno...>>

    The Guards know the drill, some of them have even seen it up close. They clear the street, giving the Dynamo room in case...well..

Beryl has posed:
Minoke just tilts her head as she studies the mech. It moved. So... either it's an AI or... She hmmmmms as her green eyes glow brighter as she scans the device. Yes - there's a void in there that no metal or electricity is in. Giving her cause to believe there's a pilot inside it. Pity. She just says, "I do not speak that language yet. If you could speak more, I could establish a translation matrix... I hope." She doesn't seem at all intimidated - she has a look of wonder on her face.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    <<Get back, move slowly.>>It returns almost instantly in english. <<You are dangerously close, is not healthy to stand this near. Step back.>>Back home, she'd have the authority to make that an order. Then again back home people usually know to run for cover when the Dynamo is out and about, because well they may love the Dynamo but nobody ever accused it of being particularly discriminating once the violence starts. <<What do you want girl, speak.>>Straight and to the point it seems.

Beryl has posed:
Minoke smiles faintly. "I'm not afraid of this thing," she states softly. "It's beautiful. I sensed it turning on a ways back and I had to move over here to investigate." She hmmmms softly. "I thought Mjolnir was a wonder - but this device - this is human engineering at its finest. May I study it closer?" she finally asks. Again, there's not a bit of fear, but she stays put for now.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    <<A fan, in America no less? I am flattered my friend, but I will not a detailed examination.>>Hand lowering slowly, those generators thrum in sequence. It's not a perfect rythm, nothing governed by something cold and clinical unless this hulk of armor is dramatically more refined inside than it is outside. No the thing thrums like the beating of a human heart, tied directly into some poor woman's nervous system the hard and painful way. <<You are not from around here, are you girl?>>

Beryl has posed:
Minoke nods. "That is correct. I am from another world." She then frowns. "Curious... the rhythm of the electrical current through the device... it almost corresponds to a human's heartbeat..." She frowns. "Wait - is there a human in there, somehow INTERFACED with that large machine? How is that possible?" she asks. "Are you in trouble in there? Need help getting out?" She now looks concerned - not for herself, but for the one inside.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    <<Is design feature, there is no need for alarm.>>There is a quiet concern there, because well Galina was never the one supposed to make first contact. She's no diplomat, heaven only knows how she'd manage to offend an alien. Lord knows she had little problem offending folks down here on earth. <<Is nice to meet you. I am called, the Crimson Dynamo of the Winter Guard. I am a protector of diplomatic staff in this city, and of the people when called upon.>>See she read the book at least!

Beryl has posed:
Minoke nods. "Right... that language you spoke earlier sounded like Russian. A different nation. This must be some kind of embassy." As if she didn't see the 'Russian Embassy' sign or the flag. "And... if I may ask, are the people here in so much changer that they need your Crismon Dynamo? It's..." She blinks. "It's a very impressive device and I am very fascintaed by it. I don't recognize the metal it's made from and I thought I knew metals - must be a custom alloy." She hmmmms curiously as she slowly walks around it, keeping a distance from it so as not to seem threatening.

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    <<Russian is rival of America, some American meta humans have made threats. Disagreement over policy is fine, threat of violence is not. So I have come, to send message. My country does not tolerate attempts to harm it's diplomatic staff.>>The Dynamo half turns, but well it seems to tolerate a study. Theres, well plenty to look at. The thing is covered in hits from small arms fire, scratches, scrapes, dings, gouges. That hulking jet engine in the back, the armored cover of which has been hit with sharpie'd cyrillic graffiti. Stalwart then, or at the very least "sturdy" is a good descriptor. <<Is exclusive Russian alloy. Also thank you, much of suit is my own design. Improvements, to better protect.>>Generators finally begin cycling down, releasing whisps of electrical arcs across the fingers. Relaxing then. <<How are you called, your name?>>

Beryl has posed:
Minoke nods. "Looks like your Dynamo has seen action - I could patch it up for you..." She smiles softly. "Repairing metal is my speciality. My name is Minoke." She then tilts her head. "Oh - it's powering down... I hope that's intentional and not a malfunction." She smiles softly. "I'm sure I could learn Russian if provided a decent translation matrix - I can learn very fast."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    <<The Dynamo endures all, it does not break.>>Comes the automatic response. Turning to center that look on Minoke, before slowly sinking down onto one knee and leaning foreward. Those shoulders roll foreward, and that back plate unlocks to hinge backward just enough for the pilot to climb out. A mixture of some sort of tight undergarmet in white and bright red armored plates covered in it's fair share of bullet impacts and deep scratches..oh and magazines. Helmet shaped to be clearly evocative of the outer armor. "I appreciate the concern, but I do not need repair."And down she hops, giving a shrug as she slings her carbine.

    Even the under suit, which is relatively modest in terms of power generation seems to favor those gauntlet style electrical generators. Still, she offers a gloved hand from behind that helmet and a simple nod. "Welcome to earth, Minoke."

Beryl has posed:
Minoke watches the suit open and the pilot come out. "I know it can't break, but there's several microfractures all across the frame. I repaired starship hulls to make a living for a while - I know my metal." She then smiles as she takes your hand and shakes - and ooooooos softly as she instinctively pulls on the electricity from that generator on your hand. She blushes as she pulls her hand back. "Sorry... it's... automatic..." she murmurs. "What's your name?"

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "Senior Sergeant Galina Nemirovsky, 76ths Guards. Dynamo is fine too though, I am on duty after all."Theres a firm pump and squeeze there, a perfect hand shake before she eases back to lean against the armor. "I appreciate the offer, but this is not allowed. The Dynamo's secrets are carefully guarded of course."

Beryl has posed:
Minoke nods. "Very well. But seeing the Dynamo injured like that is sad." She smiles faintly. "Maybe I can talk to your superiors and we can make an arrangement... I am not..." She frowns. "I am not part of your dispute with this country. I just happen to be here as you do." She smiles softly. "I am just an alien android who is looking for a purpose."

Crimson Dynamo has posed:
    "You may apply during embassy business hours, nine am local time to five pm."Comes her return, casually. She is of course, more used to her gear being banged up in -some- way than the alternative. Still, she gives a little wave, before giving a kick off as her backpack lift jet fires. It's just enough to all but float her up to the Dynamo's shoulder. "Unfortunately my friend, I am still on duty. We will meet again, Da?"And with that she takes a step back and sinks back into the cockpit with ease.

Beryl has posed:
Minoke just nods. "Well - I'll do that. I'll learn Russin and come back another time," she muses. "Maybe I can show you what I'm capable of - that's a good alloy but I can enhance it to make it even tougher." She then starts to wander away, determined to learn Russian and come back to heal the Dynamo.