Avenger Assembled

The respective offenders entered the headmistress's office one by one, waiting in a small lobby that had (much to Eira's disgust) some sort of Faraday cage built into the walls that even blocked cell reception. Once inside, Summers interrogated them about how they had hacked the system (and if their denials of doing so were sincere), what they knew about what had happened, and exactly what had happened in their civics class. Eira was in there the longest - and but it was, if anything, the quietest. When they were all done (Eira going last), they were all called into Summers' office for a speech that might have been surprising under other circumstances. A week of detention, that was standard enough stuff, and it sounded like Eira had something special going on. But the rest - "It's clear that you all are dissatisfied, willing to risk punishment to express your dissatisfaction, and in need of a productive way to pass the time. So with that in mind, I'm assigning all of you to take over the morning announcements, effective the day after tomorrow. The audio-visual club at Claremont has been neglected for too long." There was a buzz from outside, and over the intercom came the secretary's voice. "Ms. Summers? Mr. Barrie is here to discuss-" "Later," said Summers, looking back at the new AV Club crew.

Freedom City Riverside April 2020 It was the morning after - and nothing bad had happened. No emergencies with Judy back at Claremont, no invasions by the Grue, no purse-snatchers running by in front of her face, nothing but Fa’Rua, a very nice Vietnamese restaurant that wasn’t as good as New Orleans but was still very good, a long ride through the city on her motorcycle, and then - well, luckily she’d planned ahead (and maybe a bit confidently) and reserved the hotel room in advance. It hadn’t been cheap but there was room service - and silk sheets. Ashley woke up with the dawn, used to a high school student’s hours, and briefly surprised to find herself in bed with someone else. She looked over at Fa’Rua and scrubbed her hand across the back of her face. Oh my god - I can’t believe she’s here. Star-crossing romance or not, it was still about seven o’clock in the morning, so she slipped out of bed as discreetly as she could and headed for the bathroom, glancing backwards just to make sure Fa’Rua was still there. When the door closed behind her, she was smiling. Luckily for the sleepy Lor she’d largely synced her schedule with that of her earthbound girlfriend, if only to be available for texts and calls at the same times. Not that she hadn’t planned on sleeping in after the nights entertainments, but it was exceedingly hard to sneak away from an alien mentat able to sense the exact position of everything in her environs. Fa’Rua sat up stretching sinuously as the door clicked shut and a satisfied, if sleepy, smile gracing her mischievous features. She padded quietly to the window to look out over the corner of the city where they had come to roost and watch the early dawn light crawling along the boulevards. Perhaps too accustomed to the windows facing into deep space and loneliness to fully process the inadvertent show she was putting on. Or equally likely, not caring. Regardless of the reason that’s where Ashley would find her when she emerged from the bathroom, “So eating in or do you have a romantic brunch all planned out to Miss Overachiever?” Ashley blushed, which she knew was a ridiculous reaction given that she’d seen all of that before, but enjoyed the show anyway. “I...thought we might stay in,” she said, moving to join Fa’Rua by the window. “I don’t want to interrupt the show, after all..” She grinned. She was wearing one of the hotel’s comfy white bathrobes herself, and reached over to snag the hotel’s room service menu. She stood behind Fa’Rua at the window, putting an arm around her as she leaned around her side to look at the menu with her. “My treat, honey. I don’t think they take credit chips here,” she added with a smile. She’d grown up with hearty breakfasts, and liked the burger with the fried egg on top. “You smell nice,” she commented. Leaning back into the embrace as Ashley approached Fa’Rua let out a satisfied hum and slowly turned lifting Ashleys chin to plant a soft kiss on her lips. She was clearly unfazed by any show she may have put on. “That sounds even better.” she replied and peeked down at the menu before settling on a fruit plate, some things were hard to get in deep space and fresh produce was high on that list. She smiled down at Ashley and winked, “If I didn’t know better Ms. Tran I’d say you wanted me in your debt.” she teased playfully running a hand through her violet locks leaving them artfully tousled as she sunk back on the bed and waited for Ashley to finish ordering before becoming any more of a distraction. Curling around the smaller womans back like an oversize cat she let out a contented sigh, “I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you and whisk you off to the stars next time.” Once she placed the order, Ashley leaned back against Fa’Rua, relaxing bonelessly. “God, that sounds nice,” she confessed. They’d talked about the interstellar invader that she and Judy had dealt with back in February, but the bad side of the stars wasn’t something she wanted to think about just now, not when she was thinking about better things. “I think your brother might get a little tired of us living in each other’s space, though.” She laughed softly, then said, “...but it’s not impossible, right?” She asked it lightly, because asking it seriously and having it fall flat would have been a punch in the gut. “You said the Service sometimes uses civilian contractors who aren’t from inside the Republic. _Could_ someone like that actually serve long-term on a Scout Service ship?” Fa’Rua giggled against her shoulder at the mention of Jolans potential discomfort, “I dunno pretty sure he had that excised when he had the sense of humor removed.” She traced a finger along Ashleys collar absently while she was briefly lost in thought, “No not impossible.” she murmured something clearly on her mind that she was struggling with. She took a deep breath and dove in damn the torpedoes and all that. “They do.” she assured Ashley, “But I’d been giving it some thought.” She bit her lower lip uncertainly and then rushed ahead as she was wont to do, “After you graduate and are off your detail that is.” she clarified out of order her nerves showing, “I could put in a transfer for the Star Rangers.” The elite frontier law force was not exactly under the same bureaucracy but there was enough trade back and forth for it not to be out of the question, “They try to partner Rangers up with locals sooo.” She looked uncertainly toward Ashley. It felt like a big step suggesting making a big career decision based on this still young relationship, but it wasn an even bigger ask to suggest the Terran join her in the stars long term, that she knew as well.” “So you’d be...operating in the Solar System, or close to it?” Ashley closed her eyes for a moment and considered that possibility. The big thing holding her back from going into space had always been thinking of her family (and honestly Judy, if she was totally honest with herself), and how much leaving them for months or years at a time for the far-distant missions of the Scout Service on a permanent basis would hurt. One long-distance relationship was hard enough. But if she could have Fa’Rua, and space, and her family. “The Service doesn’t typically work with extraterrestrials, but I could apply for a transfer to AEGIS,” she said softly. “They tried to poach me a couple of times already. Yeah, I think I could get a liaison position.” She licked her lips and rolled over, looking at Fa’Rua. When she spoke, it was slow, halting Lor; the first time she’d had a chance to actually speak it to someone other than the language learning program in the Doom Room. “I love you. Let us try what is to become.” She bit her lip nervously, hoping she’d said that right. The Lor broke into a wide smile as Ashley thought aloud how it might be arranged, relief flooding her features, she hadn’t been moving too fast, for once. She leaned in to give the terran a deep kiss and a whispered, “I love you Ashley.” all the tension bleeding from her body at the acknowledgement that this wasn’t all to come to an end when one or the other of them was transferred too distant or deep undercover to continue. She didn’t know what more to say, the moment was already almost too perfect, luckily fate intervened in the form of a knock at the door as their breakfast arrived before she could say anything to spoil it. She glanced down at her bare form and laughed lightly, “Hmm you should probably get that.” She admitted with clear reluctance and let Ashley up to answer while she searched for the companion to Ashleys robe. “I’ll be quick.” Ashley smiled at the delivery guy and tipped him 25% - what the hell, she wasn’t spending her money on much of anything else this weekend, and it had already been one hell of a weekend. The room wasn’t terribly well-appointed when it came to places to eat, but sitting together on the bed with their food wasn’t so bad. They put the television on one of the movie channels, and Ashley made some strong hotel coffee afterwards. They never did get very far that weekend - but that was okay. The stars awaited.

Eira had been staring fixedly at Yves as she spoke, pale blue eyes slightly unfocused. When Danica spoke, Eira said "Yes." Then she added to Yves and Agent Larrikin, "I need access to your communications system." Turning to Danica, she said matter-of-factly, "This is going to take about two hours. You might enjoy looking at the robot parts they have preserved - they are very well-made. Or maybe going to the hotel?" she hazarded.

Eira pulled off her dark glasses, then looked at the dome, then the beach, then tilted her head back to take in the skyscape above. When she was finished, she tapped her glasses against the flat of her hand for a long moment as she stared fixatedly at Leroy. Then, with slow deliberation, she donned the shades again, her pale blue eyes vanishing behind the darkness. "...all right, Sun Dragon," she said suddenly in her dry, disinterested voice. "Let us see what you have." Without another word, she turned and walked out of the dome and down onto the beach, the sun crunching beneath her booted feet.

Doktor'd! Angelic: 5PP Feats: 2PP Luck 2 Powers: 3PP Enhanced Feat 1 (Improvised Tools) [1PP] Feature 1 (Internal Compartments) [1PP] Add the following AP to her Cyberkinesis array Illusion 5 (holographic playback system, visual and audio, Extra: Duration [Sustained], PFs: Precise, Progression 3 [50 ft by 50 ft]) {24/24} Watchdog: 3PP Skills: 3PP 2 ranks of Search 1 rank of Investigate 3 ranks of Survival 4 ranks of Knowledge (Galactic Lore) 1 Language (Lor)

Eira's chrome-polished face twisted, her jointed fingers folding into fists where they sat at her sides, and when she spoke the throaty whisper of her unaugmented voice had the curl of liquid mercury to it. "Very well, Micah. Perhaps I was misinformed about the nature of your powers." Her lightning-charged wings folded back inside her torso with a sound both mechanical and organic. She made a noise like a sniff as her flesh seemed to 'reform, her voice rising again to its usual tone, and said, "Your musical ability is adequate to our needs. Are you familiar with the work of Hank Williams the Third? "

Grapple seems a bit high, but 4xPL is fair enough for a character whose niche is grappling. APPROVED

She shook her head as her human face seemed to reform, though of course it was just a matter of her exterior augmentations becoming opaque again. "<I have been through worse,>" said Eira, her lips tugging into a thin smile as she placed her hand on her chest where a human's heart would have been. "<They are little used to one whose life has been very unlike theirs,>" she agreed. "<They are good soldiers of the superheroic cause. I am a prisoner of my parents' fears. I suppose it was inevitable that we would clash.>" She put her hands in her costume pockets and looked out at the viewscreen, then said softly, "<Is it always so?>"

Eira shifted uncomfortably in their seat as they went, scowling unaccountably during the conversation about Nicholson and family as she looked out at the rather bucolic streets of Alpine. Once they were at the AEGIS office, she moved quickly, rabbiting out of the front seat so fast that she had Danica's Segway out and ready for her (having hauled it out one-handed) by the time Danica herself was about ready to exit the car. She seemed to relax now that they were actually at their destination, parking her cowboy hat on her head again as she studied the concealed facility with a sigh. To the untrained eye, it really did appear as though they were parked in an alley behind a long-deserted Shell station. "Ridiculous," she muttered without much heat. While some AEGIS installations had deep, multi-story fortresses beneath them, the Big Bend AEGIS station had two levels - the divided office space of the upper-tier, and the lower tier that was mostly used for storage and in the event of tornados. Or so they were assured by Agent Larrikin, a stocky, dark-haired woman with a complexion slightly darker than Yves, who was technically the agent in charge of this generally-three-person squad. "But with Agent Xavier on paternity leave, and Ryan on quarantine for another week, it's just, ah, us." She glanced at Yves and smiled ruefully. With Yves at her side, Larrikin showed the teens the reports they had of the sightings - reports of robot geckos, horned lizards, and snakes from a few hippie communes on each side of the town, then pictures of the robot gator that Larrikin and the local law enforcement had battled a few days previously. "No pattern so far in the sightings we can see, though they are drawing closer together. We have pieces of the robot-" "I am reviewing the still images you took now," said Eira evenly, seeming to stare off into space with unfocused eyes. "The workmanship is fascinating."

"The demon drink that makes us merry, playful, and wild," quoted Eira softly. "No, I cannot be poisoned by alcohol." She walked over to Davyd and knelt down, staring at the bottle with flat blue eyes. "We should leave soon," she told Leroy without looking back. "There are predators in this dimension." She stood up and then looked at him. "And we are food."

When she's up, Ashley is gonna send the others through the caves, and stay outside to guard it as long as possible.

Eira hung around on the bridge after her peers had left. Once she was convinced the door was closed and they were all gone, she detached herself from the holographic interface and sat down hard on one of the room's chairs. She rubbed her face with the back of her hand and spoke in soft Galstandard, as usual her accent influenced by learning the language from the long-isolated Sharl Tulink. "<The Terran life among other children my good parents wanted me to have, Citizen Val-Ren. It is always so.>" She glanced back at the direction her friends had gone, her face screwed up in a knot as she said, "<I ask forgiveness on behalf of the others. Many of them have never been in space.>" Her voice was thick with more emotion than an unfeeling robot would have been capable of, with a pregnant silence in the air that suggested much was being left unsaid.

Eira looked back and forth between Danica and Yves for a moment, her eyes narrowing. "Yes. what a coincidence. May I?" She reached down and took Danica's suitcase, casting her gaze over it before nodding and taking the extended handle in hand. "Eira Natt och Dag," she said, her Swedish accent noticeable without actually overwhelming her words. She headed straight for the outside at Yves' suggestion, where as soon as they were actually through the airport doors she picked up the bag one-handed and carried to the rear of the AEGIS-issue unmarked brown van that was going to be their main transportation. Once they were there, she paused, frowned, and looked around, but said nothing until they were inside the van. "You are also a superhero, yes?" she asked of Yves as she took the front passenger's seat.

Spring Fling (March/April 2020) “If people did not love one another, I really don't see what use there would be in having any spring.” - Victor Hugo That’s right, it’s springtime! That time of year when flowers bloom - a time of new love, new opportunities, and new adventure! ““It's spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you've got it, you want—oh, you don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!” - Mark Twain It’s a time of growth and development, when new things are budding, new life is growing, and everything looks just a little brighter. ““Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.” - John Muir Sometimes people travel for spring - spring break, woo! Superpeople could go all over the world for spring break if they were so inclined - or even beyond! The baseball teams are in Vibora Bay for spring training. and the North American Soccer League is having its Spring Championship in Emerald City. (Bedlam’s local ice hockey teams are just finishing another disappointing season) Faith and begorrah - St. Patrick’s Day is March 15! Easter is April 12 this year - and Carnival on the 40 days before that. WOO! Claremont's prom is on the last day of April. The theme this year is "Party Like It's 1920 Again" It's springtime on a lot of planets (depending on what hemisphere you're in). Get out and breath unrecycled air, space jockeys! Lots of room for spring vignettes this year. Please post them here by April 30 2020. (As a reminder, vignettes follow the same general rules as posts in terms of content, player character limits, and so on. You may have only one vignette per player character. Each vignette should be at least one page (~500 words) in length; if posted in your thread counts at the end of the month, it is worth 1pp for the associated character. An especially long vignette, 1000 words or more, may be worth up to 2pp. Multiple players can collaborate on a single vignette - we recommend Google Docs for this, it's very useful - but the vignette should be about one page per participating player. )

Faced with a perfectly reasonable monster in a perfectly reasonable bathroom, Ashley buried her face in her hands. Oh god, it's not just a vampire bar, it's a _lesbian_ vampire bar. Wait, why is that bad? What the hell is wrong with me? Uggggh. "Okay. Okay." She turned and ran water in the sink, burying her face in one of the little towels by the side of the sink. "Okay. Everything's fine." She looked at herself in the mirror and caught Fa'Rua's gaze behind her. Sorry. "The one who was hitting on Mali, is he one of yours, then? That would explain the bad vibes I got off him."

"You _told_ her about that?" demanded Judy of Elizabeth, scandalized. "All Ah said was that Micah is very cute, and very nice, and that it was a shame he didn't have a girlfriend!" she reassured Micah. "It wasn't some kind of weird sex thing! You're the only boy here who's halfway normal, Micah, you're mah friend!" Watchdog seemed to vibrate all over, but her gun didn't waver as she aimed it past Micah's head. "Nobody has the right to be noticed," she told Micah softly. "You're just a kid, you don't need to have a girlfriend to make you happy. The right person will come along when you need her, even if it's when you least expect it. C'mon, Micah, step aside."

"It will not take me fifteen minutes," Eira told him as she walked outside, her metal feet still soft and silent on the ground as she went. "And I am not a cyborg," she added in a throaty whisper as she looked up at the sky overhead. "I am Angelic," she added, spreading her wings slightly once they were outside. "My magnetic flight provides a maximum airspeed of approximately 6500 KPH," she added. "I will not leave any of you behind. What elevation will provide us the maximum cover?" She smiled at Astrid once they were out there, her teeth a white curve inside a robot's pitch-black mouth. When she had her answer, and the relevant cloud-cover had begun, Eira kicked off and erupted into the sky with a woosh, her wings humming and crackling with their own lightning, the distant sound of music echoing from her form as she went.

Ooh!

Eira seemed on edge as they stepped out of the plane, unfocusing her eyes and looking around with a tense expression on her pale face - slow enough that she was actually not that far ahead of Danica as they reached baggage claim. Once there her narrow shoulders seemed to relax inside her jacket. Her only suitcase was a small valise, one she went to pick up before beginning to scan the building. "Agent Yves Zermeño. The picture was low-resolution," she hissed, sounding less angry at Danica than at the universe at large. She looked around, scowling, and then snapped her fingers, the scowl falling away. She pointed directly at Yves after taking another moment to scan the crowd, her big blue eyes hazy and unfocused, then walked directly towards the AEGIS agent. When she was arm's length away she stopped and said cooly, "We have arrived."

I'm reusing the existing sheet's flaw on Disintegration (on both the Drain and the Damage, so it counts double), just raising it a couple of ranks.

March 2020 Alpine, Texas There's not much in the Big Bend region of Texas except space. The city of Alpine is relatively large; almost five thousand people, with a state university in Sul Ross, and the remotest AEGIS base in the Lower 48 States - tucked away inside an old gas station on the edge of town, the one most of the locals think might be haunted. There are a lot of old hippies in this area, people who liked the isolation better than the California or Nevada deserts, or just wanted to be able to disappear into the mountains, so when news came of robot reptiles appearing all over the area, originally the local office treated it as just more poppycock. At least until the twenty-foot robot crocodile crawled out of the sewers and tried to make a nest in the country club's golf course. So now there's a veteran AEGIS agent on the scene! But on the other hand, even a robot crocodile is just a crocodile. So this is a good mission to bring super-teens along; especially those who know a thing or two about machines and giant reptiles - or perhaps those careers might not take them into conventional superheroing. - Eira hadn't said much to Danica on the flight to West Texas, but she hadn't been quite the cold fish that she'd heard. She was dressed in an outfit suitable for West Texas - denim jeans and a blue and gold patterned shirt, dark glasses against the glare (though why would a robot need those?), and a white cowboy hat perched on her head. The Freedom League Javelin (albeit one disguised as a regular Learjet to avoid attention) had covered the 2000 miles from Freedom City to Alpine in about two hours; and had left early enough that it was still only about eight-thirty when they landed at Alpine–Casparis Municipal Airport. There had been very little signs of towns below until they got here; even now this was still obviously very remote.

Eira stared at Mia's arrival for a moment, and then reached into her purse. What she came out with was a clear plastic Ziploc bag. Inside was a short comb, an airplane makeup kit, and nail scissors. "You will want something you didn't make yourself," she said authoritatively as she peered over her glasses. "I do not have a toothbrush or feminine products," she added with a side glance at Leroy, a look on her face that wasn't quite apologetic. "Lulu will be along. I built a timer for her - and I am carrying a cross-dimensional transmitter if it becomes necessary." She smiled at Davyd, tilting her head as she looked him up and down. Looking back at Leroy, she said, "If I asked Talos, he would say the same of the Foundry, yes?" She folded her hands behind her back and waited patiently for the next arrival.

Daystar Jaycee Cahill was born in 2002 in Guymon, Oklahoma. She's the middle of three girls, all of them named after their father J.T. (who she still calls 'Daddy', especially when she wants something from him). Her family has deep roots in rural Texas County; her late grandfather's savvy business sense made him a millionaire (and the richest man in Texas County, at least for a while) when he sold his failing cattle lands to invest in the natural gas boom of the 1930s. Her daddy met her momma Rachel twenty years ago, when he was fresh out of Harvard and a graduate student at the University of Oklahoma and she was just finishing up her BA in nursing. Rachel left her family in Muskogee behind to settle in her husband's hometown and work as a school nurse; Jaycee looks a lot like her mom, with her mother's skin tone, petite build and dark hair. Jaycee knows there was a time when her daddy wasn't a politician, but she can't really remember it. She wasn't yet in elementary school when her daddy ran for the Oklahoma State Legislature, a position he held for only a few years before deciding legislative service wasn't for him. The former political science professor at OPSU wasn't a man for legislative negotiations and dickering - he wanted to be the man in charge. Friendly to the oil industry, married to a Comanche woman, projecting a folksy-but-informed manner that let him speak cordially to both Tulsa suburbanites and farmers in the Panhandle, JT Cahill ran first as an outsider in the Republican primary, then was elected Governor of Oklahoma in 2010. Jaycee found that she liked being a governor's daughter. She was one of the most popular kids in her tony private schools in Oklahoma City, getting her attention she'd hardly ever won as a middle child back home, and living in Oklahoma City was a lot better than living in Guymon. It meant changes at home - she saw a lot less of her daddy and her momma, but she was reaching an age where that wasn't so bad. She got to travel too; out to DC and down to Austin, getting to know the children of other politicians and rich friends of her daddy's, and even got to visit. She wasn't old enough to be interested in boys the way her older sister Jaybee was, but she was sure that when she did, she'd have her pick of the best ones. She had a lot of plans. Jaycee was old enough to have some idea of what they were getting into when her daddy and momma sat her and her two sisters down in December of 2014 to tell them something very serious. Her daddy had thought hard, he'd prayed hard, and he'd talked to their mom and his friends - and Governor Cahill was going to run for President in the next election. Freshly 13, Jaycee rolled her eyes but didn't actually backsass her daddy - her daddy had just been re-elected Governor earlier that year and she figured the campaign for President couldn't be _that_ different from the campaign for Governor. And besides, it probably wasn't going to amount to anything. She had to admit she loved her dad (privately, anyway), but the country wasn't going to elect her dad, with his corny jokes and his Sooner ties and cheerful belly, President, right? The headaches started around the time of Jaycee's fourteenth birthday, just a short time after her father had been elected President of the United States. They were small at first and she got aspirin for them, then stronger stuff - stuff the White House doctors had to prescribe, then hospital visits to get her on a new type of painkillers. Her daddy's people kept it out of the media, which made her feel a little better - running for President was _not_ like running for Governor at all, and the campaign had turned her life completely upside-down. She knew how important this job was to her family, to her sisters, to America; she decided not to tell anyone when the headaches came back after a few months of treatment - or when she started hearing whispers in empty rooms in the White House, and then seeing things she knew weren't there - strange colors and patterns that she blocked out by sheer force of will. She wasn't going to ruin everything for her family by being a freak! And then came D-Day. A year later, Claremont has taught her things about the world. The worldly things she grew up fearing aren't so threatening, but there are demons in the world - monsters who would drag everything down into darkness, and righteous heroes determined to fight them. She's transforming, turning into something other than human - but as horrifying as that is, maybe she can use what's happened to her to make things better for other people. And even if life means she has to lie about who she is and what she is, if she has to keep being Judy Smith the Grue refugee to protect her family name - that just means she has to shine her light all the brighter. At least she has a sister to stand by her side. When not empowered, she wears modest A-line dresses and occasionally jeans - when empowered, she glows with a bright inner light that obscures her facial features. Judith 13:20 "May God make this redound to your everlasting honor, rewarding you with blessings, because you risked your life when our people were being oppressed, and you averted our disaster, walking in the straight path before our God.” And all the people answered, “Amen! Amen!”" Abilities: 0 + 0 + 12 + 0 + 4 + 8 = 24PP STR 10 (+0) DEX 10 (+0) CON 22 (+6) INT 10 (+0) WIS 14 (+2) CHA 18 (+4) Combat: 8 + 8 = 16PP Init: +0 ATK: +4 [+9 Ranged] DEF: +10 (+6 Dodge Focus, +4 Base, +2 Flat-Footed) Grapple: +4 Knockback: -5/4/-3 Saves: 1 + 7 + 5 = 13PP TOU +10/+8/+6 (+6 Con, +2 Defensive Roll, +2 Force Field) FORT +7 (+6 Con, +1) REF +7 (+0 Dex, +7) WILL +7 (+2 Wis, +5) Skills: 88R=22PP Bluff 6 (+10, SM) Concentration 5 (+7) Diplomacy 11 (+15, SM) Intimidate 11 (+15) Knowledge (Civics) 5 (+5) Knowledge (Physical Sciences) 5 (+5) Knowledge (Theology and Philosophy) 10 (+10) Handle Animal 1 (+5) Language 1 (Vietnamese, Base: English) Medicine 6 (+8) Perform (Vocals) 6 (+10) Ride 5 (+5) Notice 8 (+10, SM) Sense Motive 8 (+10, SM) Feats: 18PP Attack Focus (Ranged) 5 Challenge (Lip Reading) Defensive Roll 1 Dodge Focus 6 Improved Defense 1 Precise Shot Quick Change Skill Mastery (Bluff, Diplomacy, Notice, Sense Motive) Uncanny Dodge (radio) Powers: 1 + 2 + 4 + 9 + 37 + 3 = 57PP Datalink 1 (10 ft, radio, alien) [1PP] Force Field 2 (Stellarian might) [2PP] Light Control 1 (Stellarian might, 10 ft, Extras: Action 3 [Reaction]], Flaw: Range [Touch], alien) [4PP] Immunity 10 (disease, environmental cold, environmental heat, environmental radiation, poison, pressure, sleep, starvation and thirst, suffocation, alien) [10PP] Stellarian Might Array 17 (34PP, PFs: Alternate Powers 3, alien) [37PP] BE: Disintegration 11 (gamma rays, Flaw: Action 2 [Full], PF: Indirect) {34/34} AP: Communication 16 (AM radio, auditory, nearby star systems, Extra: Area [+1]], PFs: Selective, Subtle) {34/34} AP: ESP 16 (tachyons, nearby star systems, visual, PFs: Rapid 2 [x100]) {34/34} AP: Teleport 16 (ultraviolet light, nearby star systems/100 miles, PFs: Change Velocity, Progression 1 [250 lbs]) {34/34} Super-Senses 3 (Infravision, Radio, Ultravision, alien) [3PP] DC Table Unarmed DC 15 Bruised/Injured Damage Drain DC 21/Tou DC 26 Bruised/Injured costs Abilities (24) + Combat (16) + Saves (13) + Skills (22) + Feats (18) + Powers (57) = 150/150

"Am I the first one here?" asked Eira, sounding annoyed. "I was synchronized with the Claremont school clock." She took out a pocket mirror and critically checked her makeup, then rolled on a coat of black lipstick that matched the color of her glasses and nearly as shiny. When it was done, she peered at Leroy over her glasses and said flatly, "I am here for research. You whined like a kicked dog when we went to space, and you expect me to be delighted to take your trip? Ridiculous." After that, she remained silent until another team member arrived.

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