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  1. No Reflex save is needed - but a roll to punch Wildccard is!
  2. When the message was sent (and after a brief conversation with VINCE, someone Sharl hadn't seen in far too long of a time), Sharl cut the signal and returned to Geckoman. "All right, well, just make sure you pass on that message. Right when her world was about to die, you were the ones she was thinking of." He remembered all those dead faces - all those people who had pleaded with him to remember who they were because soon no one would be left who did. "Remember her. Citizen out." He hung up the call and stared into space, lost for a moment in reverie of the horrors that had come just a few hours earlier - or was it a lifetime ago?
  3. Hunger stood beneath what must have been the eternal glow of the planet's sky, and the wolfish pirate captain looked far more contemplative than Traveller had seen before. "They are dead. Burnt bones that fill ancient vaults all around..." She gestured with a four-fingered gloved hand cut to accommodate a clawed fist, her patchwork brown and grey uniform given a certain dignity by their icy surroundings. Several of the crew who had accompanied her out of her ship still wore their suits - evidently it was just Hunger's own species who were so comfortable in the chilly temperatures and dangerous radiation levels. "As far as we could dig to bury what was ours. Ancient vaults. Even treasured tombs had long since been looted." She looked back at the Traveller and said, "We have four thousand planetside. Mostly pups and males too blood-simple to fly Hunger Patrol. How long until Communion arrives?"
  4. "They used a really big space-gun!" Sharl suddenly yelled, tension flooding into his voice at the Terran's questions. "I don't know, it was as big as Terra's moon and it fried about a quarter of the Star Knight Corps right in front of me! I barely got out before it took out the whole damned planet, I..." He took a deep breath. "I'm...I'm sorry. Is VINCE there?" Sharl asked in reply. "I can send him my audio-visual recordings and he can help process them for you." It was easier for him to think of it that way than it was to process what he knew was the reality - Miss Americana's ability to dissect the contents of his brain as easily as opening up a can of that terrestrial fish Murdock liked so much. "Miss Americana is contacting the Freedom League right now, and I know the Liberty League and the other teams are all going on alert too." He fell silent. "She was on a flight that left before the planet-killer started charging its weapons, right for one of the orbital cities. She's probably halfway to the Rim by now."
  5. Natives of a world without superheroes, the Survivors were loathe to jump through the portal - but Stesha's pleas and their own desperation finally solved the dilemma for them. William Daniels, the son of the beret-wearing Arthur, tested it for everyone to prove it wasn't "a gateway into the clutches of an iron maiden" - and then he and most of the other Survivors, and all the children, went through the gateway to Sanctuary. Arthur, however, stayed behind, refusing any offers of escape. "My family and I, we made an oath we would fight these things to the end - whatever happens. Our cell in Freedom City told us they were going to plant charges in the GBN building, where those damn Kulikcorps bastards made their stronghold. Maybe they didn't finish...but if we can get there, we can take out the biggest batch of them and give hope to whoever's left in this poor world."
  6. Hunger's lean, wolfish face suddenly filled the screen. "Ignorant suidae, can you not see I am graduate of finest academy of Hunger Homeworld! I know history of many dead places with rich treasures. Now, what is this talk of threat to Hunger world? We have claimed this dead place to raise our pups beneath healthful X-ray bath and fill ancient vaults with goods devoured by mighty hunters!" Sending over the information they had took some doing, given the radiation soup that enveloped the system, but Hunger's computers were evidently better than they looked. The Praetorians saw the pirate captain studying their data on her command chair's personal monitor - then saw those pointed ears go back in a canine's fear response "...very well. Meet us at planetary coordinates Alpha One Nine. Hunger out." The coordinates turned out to be a peninsula that jutted out into the thin band of open sea at Kestevan's equator - a cold, sere place like something near the south pole of more civilized planets. The Praetorians' ship, and its human passenger, landed near a rude city of metal huts and ersatz-looking buildings where fur-clad members of various species watched the landing spaceships with mild interest. On closer inspection, strange, unidentifiable ruins - almost hills, jutted out of the landscape everywhere, lonely grey sentinels that towered far above the pirate camp: and looked far older.
  7. "Gentlemen, ladies, we have giant bees in our company and also dragon warrior princess," Frost opined. "Stealthy arrival impossible and I hesitate to leave these innocents unguarded," he added with a sympathetic look at the gigantic firebreathing insects. "Let the mightiest of us kick the hive and see what swarms out, eh? While meanwhile the more stealthy of our number enter the skyscraper and see what we can see." He looked up at the tower again, at all the towers, swarming with gigantic insects amongst broken windows. "In 1950s it required multiple nuclear detonations to close Anopheles hive for good," he admitted softly. "And then the spells to do it. But then...I am not alone today," he added. "None of us are. Come, let us do what we can to save broken world."
  8. A low chuckle ran through the group - but it was a sound of despair more than amusement. "Young lady," replied the bearded man. "We...we know exactly what they are. They are the Anopheles, the dread servants of Ar'Beh, the fell lord of locusts and all that crawls, and feeds, and bites upon the Earth. Ninety years ago, my grandfather Dr. Albert Daniels formed a group called the Survivors to try and fight a cult of human worshippers of the damned Things that-" He paled beneath his greying beard before he went on. "For ninety years we fought them behind the scenes and we won! We won every time, until-" He looked away, and the younger man in sunglasses spoke up - removing the shades to reveal a boyish set of baby blue eyes. "They had been...undermining us. And everyone else, the whole time. They built tunnels under the cities, they built up their cults in the Third World, they subverted people in the military...and just a few days ago, suddenly they were everywhere. We heard the military nuked a few of their nests, but ultimately it didn't matter. They got us." "We were already in the hills when it happened. We were on our way to meet with one of our cells in Freedom City to see if they had found the primary gateway here..." He looked around at the small group of scared, huddled survivors. "When there were fifty-seven of us..."
  9. Frost kept making notes as everyone talked, his pen going scratchscratchscratch against the background hum of the space station. "Do we have active visual record of Lor-Van system or other scenes of Communion activity?" he inquired of Captain Thunder. "They have smashed their enemies and laid waste to space; they have gained the hearths of their enemies and laid them waste - but what are they doing _now_? Charging their great gun? Feeding upon the raw material of the system?" Frost's own time in space had been limited at best, but he remembered the time that he'd been replaced by a Grue and had to help his fellow members of the Peoples' Heroes fight their way back to Earth - he'd learned more than he'd wanted to know about space and what lay within. He tapped his pen on the desk. "This is important information."
  10. Giant Shapeshifting Robot PL: 10 (150) Abilities: 8 + 4 + [-10] + 0 + 4 + 0 = 6PP STR 34 [18] (+12/+4) DEX 14 (+2) CON n/a INT 10 (+0) WIS 14 (+2) CHA 10 (+0) Combat: 16 + 16 = 32PP ATK: +6 (+8 Melee) [-2 Growth] DEF: +7 [+1 Dodge, -2 Growth, +3 Base, +3 flat-footed]) Init: +2 Grapple: +28 vs. Medium Knockback: -10 Saves: 0 +3 + 3 = 6PP TOU +13 (+4 Growth, +9 Protection) FORT: - REF: +5 (+2 Dex, +3) WILL: +5 (+2 Wis, +3) Skills: 36 r = 9PP Acrobatics 5 (+7) Craft (Electronic) 5 (+5) Craft (Mechanical) 5 (+5) Disguise 0 (+0/+20) Languages 2 (English, Galstandard, Base [Native]) Notice 8 (+10) Pilot 3 (+5) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Feats: 7PP Attack Focus: Melee 2 Dodge Focus 1 Improvised Tools Power Attack Takedown Attack Uncanny Dodge (Radio) Powers: 2 + 25 + 6 + 40 + 9 + 5 + 5 + 1 = 93PP Feature 2 (Headlights, Internal Compartments) [2PP] Growth 8 (Extra: Duration [Permanent, +0], PF: Innate) [25PP] -2 ATK/DEF, +8 Grapple, -8 Stealth, +4 Intimidate, 16 ft tall, 4K-32K lbs, 15 ft space, 10 ft reach, +10 STR carrying capacity Morph 4 (+20 Disguise, jaunty car, PFs: Covers Scent, Precise) [6PP] Immunity 40 (Fortitude Saves, Psionic Effects) [40PP] Protection 9 [9PP] Regeneration 0 (Recovery Bonus +0) [5PP] Speed 5 (250 MPH/2500 ft per move) [5PP] Super-Senses 1 (Radio) [1PP] Drawbacks: -3PP Vulnerable (Electricity, [uncommon, major, x2]), -3PP costs abilities 6 + combat 32 + saves 6 + skills 9/36 + feats 7 + powers 93 -drawbacks 3 = 150 pts ---------------------- Design Notes: OK, here's a pretty standard Transformer. (Note that despite the picture this is not a Bumblebee straight conversion - I don't actually watch the shows except for RescueBots). He's a big giant robot from space who can turn into a jaunty little sedan - with all the powers and abilities of a sedan! He doesn't have ray guns or missiles, he fights his enemies bare-servoed. He doesn't have Drive because he's a car; people drive him! Note that unlike a vehicle he can use extra effort on his speed, allowing him to make an accelerated move and drive at 1000 MPH! (Better make sure there are no shapeshifted robots disguised as cop cars on your tail!) I left his lack of hands in vehicle mode as a complication, but you could probably make that into a Temporary Drawback and get some more PP if you need to. He's not super-strong but with a Heavy Load of about six tons he is about as strong as an actual car! His skills and feats are pretty straightforward and pretty thin - in my mind this guy is an apprentice mechanic in the Giant Robot Patrol (or whatever you want to make the Transformer expies around here) who crashlanded on Earth and disguised himself as the local hardware to blend in. Being a sixteen foot tall robot is certainly a juicy complication - at least he can blend in as the sweet ride of whatever team he is on! One thing he could use is a friend to pretend to be his driver - otherwise he may run into that issue with the New Jersey Highway Patrol again...
  11. PP: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4714277/teleports...somewhere!
  12. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4714274/= 14 Wow, that's a bad one. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4714275/= 8 on the STR check. And here goes Richard. Okay.
  13. Coda's Reflex save serves him...poorly. Luckily he has enough Devices to stunt Slow Fall - but let us not worry about him! I need a Strength check or Reflex save for the unbelted people - make another one if you want to catch the paralyzed people as they start sliding towards the hole.
  14. "Nice one, Uncle Dick!" declared Ember, floating in the air above the cabin and shouting over the sound of alarms and deployed masks. She was on fire now and burning a brilliant blue, so hot that she'd surely kill any of the now semi-conscious guards if she so much as touched them. But her eyes weren't on them; they were on the stoned grandfather possessing her cousin's body and on the invisible assassin who was after her. "Hey flatscan," she taunted suddenly. "Can you FLY?" And with that she turned and hurled a ball of fire directly at the floor beneath her feet! Fire flash-scorched through aluminum and plastic and suddenly there was a gaping crater in the side of the suddenly wildly jerking plane! Upstairs, a staggering Wildcard looked up in shock as alarms began blaring in his cockpit and the stealth plane vibrated violently, veering back and forth under their feet like a bucking bronco. "Oh maaaan they let the crazy one out!" A half-visible Coda didn't even have time to scream as he plunged down through the burning crater in the middle of the airplane and out of sight. "Happy landings!" Ember taunted, heedless of the flames that had begun to lick at the uniforms of her former guards. The plane jerked again, and suddenly the rocky form of Professor Psion tilted forward and bowled over Fast-Forward! Cursing, the speedster tried to extricate himself from being pinned beneath the stony form of his worst enemy - but instead the two of them slid backwards and plunged right through the burning hole after Coda! <CRAP!> came Richard's alarmed, but not frightened, thoughts into Paige's mind as the wind took him and he began to fall.
  15. The jovial obnoxiousness melted off Frost like ice on a summer's day. Without speaking, he snapped open a ballpoint pen and took out a leather-bound paper notebook that had been resting in his parka's side pocket. It must pain Star Knight to see so many of his men dead and have nothing to show for it. He had warred, at times, with the alien hero (as he had discovered) in efforts to win alien mystic artifacts for the Soviet Union and learned to respect his valor. He was right about those Grue Arcane. Bad business. "I wonder if Khanate experiment failed and became master." He wrote in a neat, crabbed hand, perfect Soviet schoolboy penmanship. "No matter. What other attacks have been observed?"
  16. "This is Sharl Tulink," said Sharl carefully "I am the hero known as Citizen. I was on the third Young Freedom team when I was at Claremont." He was picking his words carefully, trying to stay ahead of his rapidly moving thoughts. "You know, we were the ones who threw down with the Curator and...uh, listen, I have a message for you from Iana Th'emme of the Lor Republic." He swallowed and went on, "Today an unknown alien species called the Communion attacked Lor-Van and destroyed it utterly. I believe Th'emme escaped to safety on the orbital cities before the final bombardment, but I..." Memories were flooding back as he remembered the courage on the young woman's face. "She wanted me to warn you and the Interceptors about what happened. Lor-Van is gone."
  17. That got them a message in reply - not one sent by radio but by old-fashioned laser communication from the surplus Lor vessel. In the pilot's seat was a canine species that none of them immediately recognized, wearing a tattered leather uniform and a leering fanged smile. Behind her (and it was a her) a mismatched crew of a variety of species occupied bridge stations. "Well!" The captain sneered. "Greetings, ungulate Suidae! I am Captain Hunger and you are in territory of the Hunger Squadron. Perhaps your relativistic compensators are broken, but your empire is as dead as runt of Hunger's litter. But you are fortunate." She smiled and showed those great and terrible fangs - was it a gesture of friendliness or hostility? Maybe both! "By code of space, I will not feed on lost travelers who have so little in their holds. Go and run home to whatever place sent you, and we will not devour your pitiful cargo."
  18. There are signs of high technology buried beneath the glaciers that cover much of Kestevan's surface - roads and other things you can't identify from this height. Kestevan might be an iceball now but there used to be an _advanced_ civilization here - something equal to anything you can remember encountering.
  19. Where once Sharl might have sat in front of a Terran computer to steady himself, he'd long since surpassed the need for that kind of direct connection to Terran computer architecture. He opened Miss Americana's database as if scrolling through thoughts in his mind, the monitors in the room flicking back and forth as he accessed their system. He found the number for the Interceptors; albeit one that looked old, then settled on one for one of the members in particular. Geckoman had been quite the subject of conversation on Young Freedom thanks to stories handed down from year to year - and his contact information looked to be current. He 'dialed' the number mentally and waited for the human on the other end to pick up. "Hello? Is Geckoman there?"
  20. "Let's go home," Mark agreed, holding Nina's hand. "Together." - Far away, in his palace in Socotra, Amir al-Darsah sat alone and unarmored in his royal bedchamber. Bruised and battered after the bloody struggle at sea, he felt his years heavily on his narrowed shoulders. His elaborately carved dragon's blood chair enveloped his aged body with the comforting reminders of his youth - symbols carved of glorious battles won in his name, in the name of Typhoon, lord and master of Socotra. Sitting on his writing desk was a single oil painting - a smiling young woman with a baby in her arms, the two of them dominated in the picture by the armored figure of Typhoon, lord and master of Socotra, posing with his new bride and his youngest child. As his desk clock ticked away the hours, he stared at the painting - the only one of its kind in his private quarters. It was a long time until he slept.
  21. As Solar Sentinel made contact with the other ship, the small Kestevanian 'fleet' (if it could be called that) went into action - evidently they could see what was going on visually even if their radios were useless in the star's vast X-Ray corona. Firing orbital engines powered by everything from fission detonations to chemical rockets, the half-dozen old ships moved into position, taking up a hemispherical station that blocked the Praetorian ship (and their humanoid visitor) from approaching any closer to the planet. On closer inspection, there was something familiar about this ragtag fleet - a Lor surplus military frigate here, a cargo ship bristling with weapons there, many of them with an ominous-looking ursine head painted on the hull. This was no impoverished world's defense force - these were PIRATES! And they didn't look friendly.
  22. For his part, Comrade Frost was wide awake (as he was for every moment of every day, as he had been for seventy years) and hating every minute of it. The artificial gravity, the isolation from Earth, the icy numbing cold that he knew from intimate experience lay just outside the confines of the station's walls - but he'd have sooner taken a stake to the heart than actually complain under such circumstances. "Ah, the famous Lighthouse! Glowing forever in the sky!" he exclaimed jovially as he stepped into the conference room. "And so many brave heroes! So nice to see you, my friends." He filled an enormous paper cup with steaming-hot coffee and sat down at the table, thinking back to days when being called before the Freedom League might have been the first step towards being interrogated and forcibly expelled from American soil. Thank you, Gorbachev! he added mentally, not a thought he entertained often. "So," he went on seriously, dialing down the joke instantly. "What has happened?"
  23. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4712978/= he is feinted http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4712984/= no sneak attack bonus Tou is 21 + 4 = 25 http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4712985/= 10 He spends an HP to reroll! (He is burning through them like woah!) http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4712986/= and is bruised again!
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