| Name | Samuel Brown |
|---|---|
| Points | 60 |
| Life | 4 |
| Range | 7 |
| Move | 5 |
| Attack | 3 |
| Defense | 3 |
| Jandar Human Unique Hero Valiant Medium 5 Earth | |
| Ranking | B+ | He's kind of like Concan with range. |
| Specials | |
| Fire And Rush Special Attack | Range Special. Attack Special. If Samuel Brown begins his turn unengaged, instead of moving and attacking normally, he may use his Fire and Rush Special Attack. Choose a figure within 5 spaces of Samuel Brown to attack and roll 3 attack dice. If the defending figure receives one or more wounds from that attack, you may move Samuel Brown up to 5 spaces. If Samuel Brown ends that move engaged, he may attack again by rolling 4 attack dice.
/ Attack / Move / Range / |
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"Target acquired. Units 3 through 5, fire." "Unit 3: firing." "Unit 4: firing." "Unit 5: firing." "Target neutralized. Acquiring target. Units 1 and 2, advance." "Unit 1: en route." "Uu-uuuuunnnit-t-t-t-t 2: rerereporting malffffffunction. Servos A12-Y89 offli-li-line." "Unit 9, fall back. Secure or salvage Unit 2." "Unit 9: acknowledged. Secure or salvage." This all transpired in the space of seconds, a series of electronic messages sent back and forth along the Soulborg chain of command. Omegacron had no "eyes," no visual receptors with which to perceive the world around him. Yet to him, the battlefield was alive. In his internal network were a thousand scattered dots of light, each one representing a life-form tagged and tracked by the vast network of Soulborgs around him. In his electronic brain, he held his "hands" above the field, watching the delicate dance of lights unfold beneath him. Even though Soulborgs were not typically prone to self-reflection or imagination, he had a very clear internal picture of himself. Something deep in his programming, in the electronic instinct printed into his processors, was a man. Slim, humanoid, with glasses. He knew deep down the image of the man was his line's programmer, his….father, in a way. Most likely he had died more than a hundred years ago. But this man whom he'd never known was his only reference to how a person looked, so he thought of himself like that. His "clothes" were black, and lit with blue stripes. Below him, the points of light scurried around like so many ants, the blue ones at his beck and call, the red ones slowly being snuffed out. He waved his hand, and a dozen Repulsors broke off and surrounded a larger point of light. From their radar reports, he knew it was a Deathstalker. With the flick of his wrist, exact positioning data was downloaded, streamed into the nearest Sniper's head. Without turning his head, the Sniper's arm moved to the exact vector required and, with microsecond precision, pulled the trigger. The Deathstalker's light was snuffed; blue lights scattered from its location towards the next target. Omegacron nodded, his hands delicately moving over the grand tapestry, total and absolute knowledge at his command. The tapestry rippled. Omegacron blinked, checking his receptors. They were fully functional. At the very corner, from the east, came a wave, slowly tearing up his tapestry, his masterpiece, his work, replacing it with a mass of red, glowing stripes.
Book of Samuel Brown (heroscapers.com)
