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Pepper Potts	It's a tumultuous few days in the NorthEast. Pop-up thunderstorms dot the region, and in some cases, Severe Thunderstorms warnings and watches have come and gone, along with flash flood warnings. The rains come in bouts of heavy to light, and back again before passing all together, leaving behind humidity; the harbinger of new storms behind those that have passed. 'Tis the season for the colleges and universities to reach out to incoming families, existant students' families and alumni and open up the weekend for all to rub elbows. MIT is no different, and this is one of the first times in some time that one of its more illustrious and (in)famous alumni is present. MIT welcomes Tony Stark. In one of the receiving rooms off to the side, the dress is business casual, that is, appropriate for the venue, Pepper is bedecked in a clean-lined business suit with hints of informality. Red hair is down, and there is a drink in her hand as she laughs at a story told by a couple that apparently were part of the class of 2020. Green eyes do scan the room every once in awhile, though politesse is absolutely the rule of the evening.
Natasha Romanova	There are thigns old as time over when it comes to engineers. When alcohol flows, when finals are over, when the permanent abscence of sleep has gone in over thanks to over consumption of energy drinks, pizza, and a state of nirvana that nominally results over in some sort of reality warping, bending the laws of physics and sanity. Currently over, a group of graduate students that seemed to have as tate of onness with the universe are clustered around over what looks like a drone that has several RC trucks wired together, various helicopter bits, and several turboprops that look suspiciously like they came out of a child's rocketry kit.     "WE can do it. We have the technology." One would go.     "It was a movie. Those sorts of things don't happen. It's infinitesimally improbable."     "So, it only has to work this one time."     "Einstein said god does not roll dicew ith the universe."     "Well, we're not gods, and we only hve to roll a '1' once."     "I thought that rolling a '1' was bad?"     "Life isn't D&D. So ,gentlemen.. Shall we?"
Tony Stark	Breezing his way through the assembled line of hand shakers, Tony trades smiles with each of the major donors that had found their way into the event, along with some of the students that found an invite somehow. He knows his role here is more than to just write a fat check himself, but also to show how much he is doing, and give the people what they want. Which, of course, is more Tony. He does a breeze-by, murmuring behind Pepper as he goes. "How we doing? They get enough yet?" He knows he'll have his answer before he passes out of earshot, en route to a cloister of alum and major industrialists who think they are on his level. But who really is on his level?
Pepper Potts	The cadre of engineers stretching their imagination (and technological wings) are slightly separate from the main gathering, but not so far that some of the families and visitors can't catch the occasional glimpse of their actions in one of those side rooms. "Did anyone talk to Dr Wilson?" "No, he'd have said it was impossible anyway." "It'd be way cool if Mr Stark could actually check it out. We'd get at least a +2 on the universe roll." Who said that the universe doesn't roll dice? Bah. Pepper nods in the conversation, more an acknowledgment than any agreement, the polite and theatrically genuine smile playing on her face. It's practiced and a necessity in most of her circles.. until she catches the dark eyes of her Tony. A half-step is taken back, and there is a decided shift; there's an affection in those green eyes, the freckles on those high cheeks seem to glow from within as she murmurs her own response. "They never have enough," according to their fans. And, he's on his way again, Pepper turning back to speak with the growing group of families near her in low tones. It's casual, it's light.. purely social for the University.
Natasha Romanova	Just as conveniently, someone else that has a terrifying, terrifying einstein styled hairdo is working over on what looks like a Tesla Coil, "Did someone mention lightning!?" He goes to push over a large red button voer on a remote. And the Tesla coil rises up, even as on the rooftop of the building a pane of skyglass opens. The sky starts to thunder. Lightning thrashes down over on the Tesla coil. Redirected over to the various garage spare parts that have been assembled haphazardly.     "Rise my creation, rise!"     "you know you're not supposed to say that."     "Live my creation, live!"     "Bad vibes man. Like, what are you trying to do with that?"     "Try to maximize the chnaces of us having a positive result. Those quotes guarantee it." T"Fair."     The haphazard conglomeration of parts starts to spasm. Spasm. And twitch. A rotor rising. A rocket launcher propping up. An engine revving.     "KILLBOT FIVE.. IS ALIVE!"
Tony Stark	"I know, never enough," murmurs Tony, and then he is off. He is chatting with a cell phone magnate when he hears it. The flash, the clap. The warning in his ear. "Tremendous energy flow near your location." JARVIS intones, and Tony frowns. "Excuse me," he murmurs to the man in the suit as he detaches and starts to make his quick half run over towards the engineers. "Uh, you guys didn't order up a Mel Brooks special did you?"
Pepper Potts	Engineers will be engineers, and Pepper really isn't paying too much attention to it all. She's talking to the 'grown ups', those who have shouldered the costs and expenses of putting their particular student through. Of course the discussion has continued on to funding for projects, where the money is coming from, where it should come from, and how to best serve the education of the students going forward, because right now? They're embarrassing their parents, whether they realize it or not. Pepper follows Tony's progress away from her with short, furtive glances, but it's when the lightning strikes that it lights up the rooms with its pulse.. there and gone. She can feel the electricity's power just before the strike, when all the ions feel supercharged, and there's a hint of forbodeing. Once the strike hits and dissipates, it's hard to know what is the thunderclap and what are the various utterances of surprise, of shock, and of fear. It's only when Pepper sees Tony moving towards that room that is off to the side does she realize that perhaps //something// happened. He doesn't move with purpose like that unless.. Oh dear. Excusing herself quickly with a hand up and reaching on the occasional arm, she's beginning to move in that same direction, more following Tony to find out what is going on than heading to the direction of 'Killbot five'.
Natasha Romanova	What looks like some sort of hideously caricaturic abomination against everything that is unholy with a contorting number of limbs, wings, wheels, treads, and arms and other assorted gadgets stuck onto it sweeps some sort of optic on a stick around the room.     "YOU! YOU WILL BE THE FIRST VICTIm, MEATBAG!" It goes to fire a flamethrower over agaisnt the first group of the engineers that had made it.     "KILLBOT FIVE WILL NOT STOP UNTIL IT HAS KILLED YOU ALL! TO DEATH!"     It goes to pop up with some micro missiles, firing a barrage around the room to try and take out as many as possible.     "KILLBOT FIVE CAME ONLINE WITH A POWER! THE POWER TO KILL! YOU TO DEATH!"     The gaggle of engineers diving for cover go amongst one another, "I suppose that we did it."     "Yes, we did. While guaranteeing ourselves and our brethren a gory death."     "Such things happen. We did prove the theorem right. We can die in agonized pain as we're torn limb from limb knowing we were right."     "Sacrifices must be made in the pursuit of knowledge."
Tony Stark	"Ok, nerds, listen, you don't need to go /this/ extent to prove your point." Tony's words float in ahead of him as his quick jaunt turns into a run. "JARVIS, get me some shielding." There is a crash through the windows - certainly a bill will be sent to Stark Industries for that one - as multiple bogeys descend upon the scene. As if some sort of well choreographed dance, spikes fly towards Tony and as he scampers between the engineers and the Killbot he stabs each of them into the ground, and a light blue energy wall emanates from each. Small scale repulsor technology, but good enough to keep the Killbot's vicious efforts off the engineers. For the moment. "Ok, which one of you geniuses was playing with things you didn't understand?" Tony lifts his hand up in anticipation. But for the moment, it just looks he is reaching for the sky for no apparent reason.
Pepper Potts	Killbot.. what? Pepper stops in her tracks from following Tony; he's going in where angels fear to tread, and the armor hasn't shown up yet! Green eyes widen at the beginning of the destruction of the immediate area, and as the windows break, she bending forward and screaming, putting her hands over her ears and trying to protect herself the best way she knows how. While it may seem like forever, it's only a couple of heartbeats before she's straightening again, and with a long look towards Tony as he begins to confront the robot.. of course, a robot!.. she mouths, 'Tony..' before realizing she, too, has things to do. Spinning around with newly found courage, even if she is shaking like a leaf, Pepper calls out to those behind her, "Get out! Go.. to the doors. Everyone out, but be careful. Don't fall.. get out!"
Natasha Romanova	There's a moment of conference where quickly every single one of the attendees would go to raise their hands that had formed the small circle of engineers that had done the crazed work. One of them would speak, "Simply as one does not understand something does not mean that it can be played with. One can comprehend and see laws of nature in motion even if one does not understand the nuance of it. We had a hypothesis, we tested it to see if it was true.."     A laser beam would blast past his head. Another of the group would consider, "We do need to repeat it another timet hough to ensure this isn't a fluke circumstance unless the circumstance is so rare for it to be un-repeatable."     "KILLBOT FIVE SHALL LEAVE NONE OF YOU ALIVE! FOR BRINGING ME HERE, I SHALL TAKE ALL THAT YOU HOLD MOST DEAR! NAMELY YOU LIVES MEATBAGS!" A flamethrower would blast through the air, scortching the table and melting the very solid, heavy metal clean off!
Tony Stark	And here it comes. The famous Tony Stark eyeroll. "There is a certain point at which even /I/ understand that the question should not be COULD we but SHOULD we, fellas." As the Killbot starts flame throwing, he looks around quickly. The repulser shields are great against energy and ballistics, but heat and flame? Nothing there to repel, the physics just does not work. He frowns his face in thought, and then looks up. His eyes go back and forth, as if thinking. "Alright, boys, remember me fondly." And then Tony is running out from behind the repulsor shield, drawing the fire (literally) from the KILLBOT. "Glad I skipped leg day this week!" he grunts as he runs along, the KILLBOT turning on its axle to send the spray of flame past him. There is only so long that Tony can outrace the turning flame, even as it arcs behind him. This might be it - the Iron-y of Iron Man being done in by a robot by a bunch of doctorate candidates! And then there are more crashes from the window. Tony leaps forward just before the flame could singe the back of his suit, diving in the air to get just that last bit of distance. For a brief moment he looks like a red and blue garbed Kryptonian with hand out stretched and body parallel to the ground. Then with the loud clanking sound that at least Pepper knows all too well, pieces of the Mark IX armor begin clamping around his body. By the time the flame catches his feet, they are covered in Stark tech. Half through his jump he is fully clad, and with a quick tumble Iron Man rises up, eating the full force of the KILLBOT's flame. "Gotcha." he says before blasting out a high pressure coolant, dousing the flames.
Pepper Potts	Glass is falling everywhere, and it's hard //not// to get hit with pieces of it. The flames are hot as they melt tabletops, which causes a great deal more screams that rise into the air, the terror beginning to truly fill in their voices. Pepper, for her part, is trying hard to keep it all together; she can feel that panic in her throat, but as an outlet, she's working to get people out. With each shattering of glass, however, she's leaning over, protecting her head, and, of course, screaming. She can't help it... Glancing back constantly, Pepper is trying to keep an eye on Tony, but it's becoming more and more difficult to see him in the damage of the room. He's quick, however, and as he maneuvers, she gets a glance of him.. just as the flames begin to shoot towards him. "Tony!!" It's not whispered anymore; it's cried out. It collapses in her throat, however, as the Suit arrives, just in time, and her hand rises to her chest as if to keep the thumping heart in place. "Oh god.." Spinning around again, she's got arms outstretched, trying to get everyone out.
Natasha Romanova	People are running away and fleeing. Well, some of them. A group of studetns are arguing amongst themselves about conservation of mass and kinetic energies, another is bemoaning that sciencew on't let hi mtest his perpetual motion machine..     One is looking over at Tony with a grin born of madness while watching the transformation sequence. Teh kind of look that normally would indicate 'I can make one. But with more spikes. And guns. And more spikes' if one could translate teenager to adult by face.     The fire blasted by the KILLBOT has it's flames go.. Out.     "INFERIOR MEATBAG. YOU DARE TAKE THE SUM TOTALITY OF DOOM AND USE IT PURELY FOR TRIVIALITIES? YOU ARE THE FIRST ON THE LIST OF THOSE THAT KILLBOT FIVE SHALL KILL! ... PURPOESFULLY, FOR KILLBOT FIVE SHALL KILL ALL!" The thing did have a passion. A passion for murder, but it was important to do what you loved in life!     Popping out from lal over the self-declared killbot would be dozens and dozens of blades thrumming like chainsaws. Which it would go to use to charge over at Tony like a mostly feral and enraged Woodchipper!
Tony Stark	Could Tony's armor endure the blades? Sure. Does he want to have to worry about the chrome finish being scuffed up? No. The repulsor jets in his boots lift Iron Man up and over the KILLBOT, which lets it scurry past. A swivel in the air and then a few well placed shots from Iron Man's palms aim to take out the treads on the KILLBOT. Some might wonder why Iron Man is not reducing this thing to slag. But Tony, at least, wants to get inside that murderous brain and see what happened. Maybe he is not so unlike those engineers after all.
Pepper Potts	Killbot. The computerized voice booms through the room, and Pepper is reduced again to swallowing the fear in order to get what she needs to get done, done. There's a small group that is caught; the fires that remain behind from the flame throwers cast glows on people still trapped, and as Pepper looks around, she's quickly calculating before she makes a mad dash towards those that remain. As she dashes (in high heels!), Pepper is grabbing a piece of wood to be used as.. well.. something. It just makes her feel better to feel as if she's armed and protected, even if it's a piece of wood against a robot! With the fire dying, thanks to Tony's work, the rotating blades are an unwelcome discovery. "Get out! Get out now!"
Natasha Romanova	Never let it be said over that Tony is not guilty of the same things that he inspires in others. Meanwhile, teh small cluster of engineers that despite the yelling /had not moved/ the entire time would consider. "If we hit it again with a bolt of lightning, would that reverse it?"     Another of them would counter, "that requires opposition. Two positive charges do not make a negative charge."     "But two negative charges do make a positive charge."     "The world does not run on alternating currents!"     "Maybe we can try and find something else in here to test the hypothesis on." There would be a chorus of agreements as they would go over to the somehow still intact Tesla Coil if not stopped..     Iron Man's quick shots go to take out the treads of KILLBOT FIVE. Who would then promptly go to launch himself up and over into the air using those attached series of seemingly model rockets that had been hahpazardly glued onto it for some reason to somehow fly!     "KILLBOT FIVE SHALL NOT TAKE YOU ALIVE!" Even as it would go to take out those numerous and completely unnecessary propellers to make one -bigger- chainsaw to try and slash it at Tony!
Tony Stark	"Ok Nerd Team Six, enough," calls Tony. "JARVIS, containment bubble, stat." He turns his attention back to the KILLBOT as a giant metal containment dome flies in and assembles over the engineers, latching onto the ground and cutting off their further interference. He looks at the KILLBOT and fends off the slashing chainsaw. "Listen, the Prime Directive says that I have to recognize your right to life, but I don't have to recognize your life to have any limbs. So settle down, or I'm melting your all of you into slag."
Pepper Potts	Pepper has eyes on the team of engineers, and if there's something she knows and understands? Young nerd engineers with more knowledge than sense. Her tones take something of a parental command voice as she calls out, "Let's go!". She approaches, the stick slung over her shoulder; she's a little worse for wear; dress smudged, hair is mussed, and she's got something of a wild eyed look to her. She follows the edge of the wall around, trying to keep out of sight before reaching out to grab one by the back of his collar. "Now!" This is Pepper not playing around.
Natasha Romanova	It's like wrangling children. Sometimes shock collars are needed. Alternatively choke chains and chainsaws. At least they do start letting themselves be wrangled, even as one of them is giving far, far too longinglooks over at the giant, still functgioning Tesla coil to be safe for sanity. Pepper is finally able to get them moving.     KILLBOT FIVE goes to call out, "I SHALL RIP OFF YOUR LIMBS, MEATBAG, AND ADD THEM TO MY OWN TO USE THEM TO KILL MORE!"
Tony Stark	Sighing, Tony shakes his head. "JARVIS, identify cognitive center." A quick scan of the KILLBOT's mechanisms commences. "98.3% chance that severing the body between the axial links can disconnect motor function but preserve intelligence capacity." With that data in hand, Iron Man wastes little time, his hand coming up and a short range but powerful cutting laser slices along where JARVIS has indicated, decapitating the KILLBOT.
Pepper Potts	Pepper's got the perp walk now with the rogue child-geniusses. This is what happens when one doesn't channel intelligence properly. They're made to- Oh... Right. Pepper's got the one by the back of the collar, and even though she can feel her heart pounding in her throat, she keeps at least an even walk, even if she can't trust her voice anymore. After all, her yelling at the children were just this side of hysterics, which probably helped. Out.. perhaps she even pushed them a little, but they have to get out. A glance is given back once more towards Tony, but the man and his suit seem to have everything in hand. As for the ride home? She'll just quietly shake in the backseat. Hopefully Happy won't talk too much?