Alpha Sentinel: Miss March


Gender: Female

Kit: Techno

Location: Storm City, Khazan


Alignment: Hero

Team: The Sentinels of Liberty and Justice


Strength: weak (rank 0)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: superior (rank 2)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Fame Points: 0

Personal Wins: 5

Personal Losses: 3

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active


"Alpha Sentinels, Deploy!"

Every time she says it, a knot forms in her stomach. Her team, her family, she is asking them to risk their lives. Not for glory, not for any political or religious agenda, and certainly not for her. They would do it for her, she knows her asking would be reason enough, but no, they are doing it because there are innocent people in danger, who need help- because that is what heroes do. They converge on her position, each one looking powerful, confident, and prepared. They trust her, and one another, implicitly. She divides the team. Steel Will and Spectrum can take the fight up close. She and Sage will support them from a distance, allowing her to keep an eye on the battle and the evacuation at the same time. Dr. Raven and Lord Greenwood are well suited to moving large numbers of people quickly, with Alpha Control providing intel and logistics. Brainchild… well she'd rather keep Allison out of it altogether if she can help it, which is why her daughter is so often relegated to monitor duty. They move together, a group of individuals- each without hesitation- moving as one toward this new unknown threat. As her suit launches her out over the balcony, feeds from SLJ satellites and KPD traffic cameras flood her visor with streams of information. Steel Will is already in the air ahead of her, the others are all right behind. She knows there will be reporters, and photographers- questions, inquiries, investigations. There always are. She puts it all to the back of her mind. The SLJ have a dozen field teams available to handle a crisis in midtown, they only call the Alpha Sentinels in for something big. Just after Holiday Avenue she passes above the Granite Guardian and the Bravo team, busy building some kind of defensive barricades. Whatever this thing is, the SLJ is already hard at work on Plan B. Not an encouraging thought, since the Alpha Sentinels are Plan A. The smoke clears and she gets her first glimpse of a satellite image of the thing. Variant and Foil are doing their level best, but they are out of their league. From this angle, the monster resembles a giant centipede. Her tactical computer is already feeding her scenarios based on the thing's anatomy and position within the city. The variables shift, and she realizes Will has arrived on the scene, plowing fist-first into the giant monster's hideous maw. Director Pope is on the com with Urgent Care invoking Alpha protocol. She prays they won't need it. Spectrum yanks Variant and Foil out of the monster's way, but Miss March pulls up; rising above the skyline to get a full view of the battlefield. There it is, the thing- some sort of eldritch abomination, its bulk filling most of the intersection between Monument and Lombard, twenty stories of terror and revulsion, and looking hungry. She checks the reports again, and commands her team.

"All those buildings still have people in them. Will, keep it in the middle of the intersection, don't let it touch the buildings! Spectrum, get Variant and Foil out of there! Doc, how we doing on evacuating those citizens?"

He tells her.

"I don't think I can give you five minutes. Do it in three. Will! Keep it pinned down. Sage, where are you with that ranged support?"


"Al, did you hear that? Check into it. Sage, Al's looking for it, but we need to keep this thing from away from civilians! Can you hit it from where you are? We're almost clear on the northwest corner, just a few more seconds. Doc? Good man, I knew you could. We're doing our best, we'll try to give you that three minutes. Ok, Sage let's go for Fire & Ice, we've got to hit it with something to stop it from moving! Careful Will, it almost… Oh God! Will? You ok? Spectrum, pull him out of there. Sage, you with me? Let's hit this bastard with everything we've got."


Walking Armory

     Creation: superior (rank 2)

  • Ranged Attack
  • Area Affect
  • Multi-Attack


A battery of guided missiles erupts from the chest plate in her armor. Each one is packed with thermites, tiny nanomachines programmed to attach themselves to a specific target before burning their magnesium payloads. On the move before the missiles even hit, she begins strafing the beast in low circles, her shoulder-mounted twin Vulcan cannons screaming, painting its thick carapace with hot lead, even as Sage's eldritch frost needles erupt in a subzero hailstorm across its hide. The monster roars in agony as the combined temperature extremes force stress fractures in its chitinous exterior. It swings a row of deadly, deformed legs, flailing with the vain hope of smashing her. A rain of small circular saw blades peppers its leg-joints as she rockets up out of reach. It coils beneath her, raising its head higher to try and grasp her in its truck-crushing mandibles. She climbs ever higher, forcing it to expose its underbelly to her heavy hitters. She knows this part of the battle, she has its attention and she's given the appearance that she's running out of tricks. She checks the clock. She's got to give the evacuees more time. Luckily, she's not alone.

"Ok guys, I need options."


Team Leader

     Commander: superior (rank 2)


The Alpha-Control analysts and technicians are legendary for their grace under fire, and she's counting on them now to feed her strategies and suggestions. On paper, The Alpha Sentinels are seven powerful heroes, in reality there is a whole logistics division behind them working tirelessly day and night to make sure her team comes back alive. She tries not to think about Granite Guardian and the barricade. This will end here. It has to. Spectrum managed to buy them some time, and Brainchild has come through with new information. Unfortunately, Al is taking Sage out of the fight, which means they're losing all their heavy mystical support. The scenario comes forward. She doesn't like it, but she trusts Allison. Irene has always made a habit of surrounding herself with people smarter than she was, for just this reason. This isn't a plan she would have come up with on her own, but of all the SLJ members past and present, she is second to none when it comes to execution.


Five Decades of Experience

     Tactician: superior (rank 2)


Immediately the details of the plan unfold in her mind, and she begins to line up the pieces. Down Lombard, toward the Gaslight District, she's going to take him right into the line of fire of Granite Guardian and the Sentinel Bravo Defenders. Plan A, meet Plan B. She gives the word, and Lord Greenwood releases his hold on the building, letting it fall into the street- a carefully calculated wall of rubble blocks the north. Will and Spencer move in from east and west Monument respectively, a hard-hitting pincer attack designed to leave it with one option. She's yelling at it. Come on, you big bastard, go south. South, away from whoever is controlling you. Break the mystic bond. South, toward a giant wall of firepower ready to rip you to shreds. Move it, you big ugly bug! It isn't moving- it wants Spencer. She's not big enough, she needs something. Bait.



     Flight: standard (rank 1)


A rocket propelled grenade to its glassy eye-segments grabs the thing's attention. She swoops in close- maybe too close- to those mandibles, close enough for it to feel the heat of her rockets, and in a flash she's gone, racing down Lombard Street with a hungry eldritch beast the size of a freight train behind her. She drops as much weight as she can- spending her ammo backward, blindly, guaranteed to hit some part of it by simple virtue of the monster's size, but not doing much damage. Twisting, she drops the last of her ammunition- proximity triggered Vesuvius mines, and ignores her armor's power consumption warnings. The mines erupt against the thing's underside, but momentum carries it forward, ever closer to her. The barricade is ahead, but she's not going to make it. One way or another, she's going to take a hit. She doesn't panic- she leads.

"Will! I need more speed!"


Takes a Lickin' and keeps on Tickin'

     Armor: supreme (rank 3)


A bolt of silver races over the surface of the charging monster. Steel Will, the Shining Sentinel is at her heels, adding his speed to hers, and her HUD's targeting reticule disappears as the increased speed shakes its lock on her pursuer. They gain distance on the worm as the street below them becomes a blur and the barricade comes into view. It's much taller than she expected- Granite Guardian and his crew built a small mountain. Spectrum is shouting over the com, the mountain is glowing, Blind Mike moves his hands. She tries to pull up, but with Will's speed there's not much she can do. Will notices too late, he grabs her and forcibly rolls his own body ahead of hers, protecting her as much as he can. The two of them slam into the barricade at just under the speed of sound, punching six feet into solid stone. She's alive, but she's going to feel that impact for the next week. She watches with grim satisfaction as the Bravo Sentinels bring their unrivaled firepower to bear against the thing, blasting it into unholy ichor. She triggers her armor's emergency beacon. Her radio reports that Al and Sage have dealt with the group who summoned the creature- a cult of anarcho-communist runepriests bent on destroying the world's major financial centers. Will moves in the rock behind her and she turns to see him wince as he pulls himself from the crater. He catches her eyes and flashes an ear-to-ear grin.

"Looks like we made quite an impression."