Avenger Assembled

The contents of the Archetech PDA played out not just for Gabriel, but for everyone: a holographic display popped up, playing out a grim sequence that marked the end of the world. The assassination came first, a collection of one terrible moment from a dozen different angles. Fusion, pulling herself out of the dent she'd left in the ceiling, recognized the lobby of the Pyramid Plaza's North Tower. The President of the United States was there, looking as solemn and dignified as ever, and at his side was the stocky, bearded President of the Sahrawi Republic, both men waiting for the press conference about to begin. From the voiceover, the heroes learned that Sahrawi was an unstable nation, recently having won its independence from Tangiers, its northern neighbor, and had been frequently accused of harboring metahuman terrorists by the Tangerians and other North African governments. But now, after years of tension in North Africa, President el-Fadil was here to bring about peace and good relations with the United States. Until...a green-clad figure came bursting out of the ornamental trees growing nearby the stage. The camera zoomed in, and Fleur certainly seemed very recognizable as she yelled "The Shepard must purge the world for his flock!" a moment before the trees all around her reared up and attacked the all-too-vulnerable Sahrawi President, tearing him limb from limb in a gory, shocking display. And then there were other images, shorter and more pointed ones. In an image timestamped a week later, Stesha recognized Derrick in his Dark Star form, this time attacking Blackstone Prison from the air with gravitic blasts. "Announcing that he would not allow Fleur de Joie to be held under false charges, space-going metahuman Dark Star attacked Blackstone Prison today, staging a successful breakout of the suspected ecological assassin before she could be interrogated by authorities..." And then another, set just a few hours later, a trio of hard-faced men in suits facing the camera as the leader announced that the bacteriological device _just_ detonated in Freedom City was the doing of the Sahrawi government, as a message to the so-called supermen that they weren't safe even in their fortress. And then the horror. "It vasn't dat the Sahrawi possessed de Thanatos Virus," came the voice of a clearly-recognizable Victor Archeville. "Rather, dere anti-metahuman virus vas mutated by de nuclear devices detonated over de Sahrawi capitol by de American government after de Super-Plague began in Freedom City, but mutated in such a vay as to do de opposite of vhat sey vanted." What followed was a nightmare: dozens of dying superheroes outweighed by the hundreds, then thousands, then millions of dying humans as the plague that ended the world spread from Africa across the globe. Still images flicked by of mobs of infected humans attacking those superheroes immune to the first plague, then those same heroes standing before ever-growing abbatoirs of a world of death, nuclear missiles flying as world governments panicked and dying cities burned to ash. The next image was of Daedalus, the immortal hero looking terribly aged. "I make this recording on October 1, 2015. The plagues have died out, but I fear mankind soon will as well, as so few of us have survived that mankind has likely lost the necessary genetic diversity to survive in our new world. Thus I have gathered together the last surviving super-scientists and mystics to send back a team to prevent this future by _any means necessary_. The past can be changed and this future can, and must, be avoided." -- "That's why you can't go anywhere," said the other Fusion, sneering at Fleur through her mask. "The last time you ran away, the world died." "As for me, I lost the hand and the eye to a teenage girl who said she was punishing us for screwing up the world. The sword I took from Heyzel, after he took the souls of the innocent to Heaven." Gabriel shook his head. "The armor's against the radiation. This city is a glowing ruin in 2015. Most of us may have taken a lethal dose just coming here. One life _is_ worth losing if it means saving everything, everywhere. I do admit, she's not like I expected..." "Damn it, we're running out of time! Someone better do something fast!" said Grimalkin. "Our window is running out! She may not be the Fleur we were expecting, but what are we supposed to do, then?" "Hey, wait a minute!" Fusion spread her arms, putting herself between her double and Fleur. "At least let all of us see that!" She grabbed the PDA from Gabriel across the room, pulling it close with her tentacles. She tapped frantically at the keys with all her extra digits, thinking of Joan and Charlie in those piles of bodies, looking desperately for alternative evidence. And sure enough, she found...something. It was a story. Her story! She pressed a few buttons, and soon they all were hearing the newspaper article from 'tomorrow's' paper about a mysterious team of unknown supers who'd attacked Fleur de Joie, Fusion, and Gabriel at the opening of the Naval Arsenal Museum.

Fusion is fanatical: it's not enough to settle her down. The others, though... OK! All right, Gabriel and Grimalkin both move from hostile to unfriendly.

As Gabriel sang, his counterpart screamed, a harsh, dissonant note that broke up his angelic voice before it could reach any of the dopplegangers. "You naive fool!" The other Gabriel spat. "Do you think God is so weak and puling that he'd let you stop us? We are the righteous fists of vengeance, come to slay a monster before she can kill everything that's good about the world!" He waved the flaming sword for emphasis. "I've seen angels fall from the sky, dead! You think your words can do anything to stop me?" He pulled a shining metal box from one of the many pouches he wore, the device recognizable as a PDA as Gabriel caught it. "It's all there! All of it!" "I have waited five years for this day, you witch!" spat Fusion, stalking towards Fleur as tentacles hissed and whirled in the air. "Nothing is going to stop me from putting you down the way you deserve!" "Uh, guys?" The other Grimalkin was looking around nervously, a little surprised, as if not seeing something she expected. "Don't you think they deserve to know why? They're us, which means they're heroes. They won't just let her get away with a warning." "Fine!" Fusion crouched and glared at Fleur, an animal barely at bay, then looked at the others. "Two days from now, Fleur de Joie is going to kill the Prime Minister of Sahrawi when he comes to America to pledge an end to terrorism in Africa. That makes his government fall, not that you'd care about people, you eco-freak, and the faction that takes over decides to release a biological weapon in America as retaliation. But they screw it up. Instead of killing all superheroes, it kills everyone WITHOUT superpowers." She spoke through a choking voice, aiming it as much as her battered past self as the others. "I watched my husband and my little girl die in agony while Fleur de Joie and the Freedom League ran away to space. But that was the old world. We came back to change things. Change them for the better."

Dark Fusion hurled a tentacle across the room, smashing the ficus Fleur had used as a gateway earlier to so many pieces. Fusion was strong; the tentacle didn't just break the plant, it cracked the marble behind it. "No more running this time, you monster! This time you pay for what you did!" Fusion herself got in the way of the charging tentacle monster fast, and there was a wild melee of tentacles wrestling against each other before the twisted version of the tentacled heroine slammed her double against the ceiling hard enough to smash it, producing a hiss from Joan as she felt herself bruise inside her costume. "No! Not even you will stop me! It's her fault my little girl died!"

The Fusions go on 13

There was a light and noise outside as Fleur looked around, and suddenly the outer wall of the bank blew in. As the civilians screamed and ran for the rear, three bizarre figures in black came striving in. One was a grim-faced woman with long, murderous claws extended from her fingers, translucently glowing green glittery fairy wings at her back fluttering frantically outside her ninja-like black garmets; another was a man with an eyepatch covered in heavy body armor emblazoned with Judeo-Christian symbols, each one glowing with power. In his hand, no, _instead_ of his right hand was a white, flaming sword. In the middle of the group a tall, muscular woman with writhing black tentacles all around her waist led the way, huge white eyes covering her face behind a full mask. Fusion gave a short cry as she recognized a near-perfect duplicate of herself! The man was a grim, dark version of the angelic champion at her flank, and the fairy-ninja was...Grimalkin from the Interceptors? She wasn't sure, as they all were terribly changed! "Fleur de Joie!" yelled the dark and gritty version of Fusion. "For the good of the future, we are here to KILL YOU!"

Her keen ears pricking up at the sound of gunfire, Joan Collier slipped away from the crowd, disappearing into the melee long enough to erupt into the air in the black and white costume of Fusion! She whipped her way into the bank building, a black blur alongside the white streak coming through in the air, and joined the melee inside the bank. With three powerful superheroes on the scene, the four bank robbers were dead meat from the second Fleur de Joie stepped out through the ficus in the lobby. Fusion's iron-hard tentacles smashed the thugs against walls and ceiling while Gabriel's sonic blasts stunned them, while all the while Fleur's plants bound them in an iron-hard grip. It was all over within seconds, and only the bad guys had gotten hurt. It was a good moment's work, and the people inside the bank applauded when they were done. "Is everyone okay?" When the crowd answered in the affirmative, Joan shook her head. "Well, that was easy enough," said Fusion amiably, hanging upside down from the bank's tiled ceiling by her suckered tentacles. "Fleur de Joie and Gabriel. Nice to see both of you in action." She'd heard of the League member and had interviewed the angel-powered hero, but of course the latter had no way of knowing that. Detaching herself neatly from the ceiling, she made a deft landing on the marble floor beneath her feet. "I'm Fusion." She shook her head, looking down at the unconscious cowboy at her feet. "How stupid do you have to be to rob a bank in this town with SHOTGUNS?" She shrugged with several limbs simultaneously.

"It's too bad what happened to him. Too bad what happened to them all." Mark shook the other hero's hand with a firm, measured grip. "I'm not here on behalf of Young Freedom," he said, glancing up at the pictures again. "I have a...personal connection to the heroes of the 1940s, and this is an important day. Jimmy Lucas died twenty-two years ago, and it's important to commemorate things like that. Some heroes died in combat, as heroes for everyone. And some heroes just died forgotten." He sighed. "I'm sorry, I'm not usually so maudlin. What brings you to the museum today?"

Four PL 4 thugs with shotguns and outrageous cowboy costumes holding the nice people inside the bank hostage. You can all get to the bank in an action with your movement powers. Go nuts!

It was a typical Saturday in September in Freedom City. The sun was bright and the sky was blue; loved ones were visiting friends and family, and the Heroes were in the process of winning an exhibition game at Freedom Stadium by an extra point in overtime. (They won a lot of games that way.) Meanwhile, at Lonely Point Naval Base, a gang of four shotgun-toting bank robbers called the Good Time Rowdy Boys had come up with a foolproof plan. Superheroes didn't hang out much at Lonely Point, given the military protection of the region. So what better place to pull off a daring daylight robbery of the base off-site bank and the cash accounts of our hardworking men and women in navy blue? There was one thing they hadn't considered, though. Across the way, the historical Naval Arsenal was in the process of being rededicated as a museum and cultural center for the people of Freedom City and Mayor O'Connor himself was on the scene to mark the occasion. He'd brought with him a Freedom League member for the occasion: Fleur de Joie, who as one of the reserve members was low-ranking enough to get stuck occasionally spending an afternoon like this. In the crowd was Carson Keefe, there to see the production of the Pirates of Penzance that a colleague from the Theater Department of Freedom College was planning to put on that afternoon in the Arsenal's new theater. Among the reporters, in her civilian garb, was Joan Collier, rubbing the space at the small of her back where her tentacles itched. As the mayor took the stage, there was the sound of shotgun fire from the bank just across the street, and people screaming. Trouble was afoot!

Mod Note: You two have been warned about cybering before. :P

"That's right!" agreed Mark heatedly. "He only had one wish that time, and he had to choose if he was going to save those orphans Natch-Krieger was going to sacrifice to the Shadow Gods or liberate the city ahead of the Allied invasion!" He remembered that story, passed down from his grandfather to his father to him, as well as he remembered what he'd had for breakfast that morning. He remembered them all. When he thought about that monster, Mark could never understand why people thought Golden Age villains were funny: Nazis were terrible people! "The League's frontline did so much good, but people forget about the other heroes who did just as much, just...in a less glamorous way." He wasn't normally so unguarded, but it was an emotional day. "Your costume is familiar," he hazarded. "So I guess you know the story."

"Well-" Mark and Marcie spoke at once, blushed, then Marcie nodded to let Mark talk. "I guess we're eating breakfast, then meeting with the Harcourts. I mean, our experience with traveling to other dimensions involves evil monsters and getting dumped into Nazi-dominated societies, not trying to get back from a nice Earth like this one." He and Marcie definitely glanced at each other there before he added, "Not, uh, that we want to stay, but it's weird to be in a place where everyone's so friendly. Maybe the League here will be able to solve the problem once they've got us all of us there, and our duplicates to help, just like what brought us here in the first place." "If that was what brought you here," said Marcie with surprising perspicacity. "Something had to push you over the line to this dimension, right? And much as I'd like to think girl power did the trick," she added, twirling her fork neatly, "Aaron and Erin are evenly matched, and so are Mark and I. Powerwise, that is. So there must have been a reason you wound up here, and we didn't wind up there."

Sorry for the delay in getting back to you. Only Usable While Flying really should be a drawback, not a flaw. You're not going to be unable to fly in half your threads, which is how often it would need to be for a flaw. Additionally, you're over caps in your Science knowledge. You're limited to PL+5 ranks, or 15. You need to say what your Attack Focus is in, as well as fix your capitalization.

So post those? And what's her language? Also, though this is petty, you should put her 'hero' stats first: she'll have her powers on in threads (at least in combat) much more than not.

Blind Acrobat PL: 10 (150) Abilities: 52 pp STR 18 (+4) DEX 26 (+8) CON 18 (+4) INT 12 (+1) WIS 26 (+8) CHA 12 (+1) Combat: 32 pp ATK: +8 (+14 melee) DEF: +14 (+4 flat-footed) Init: +12 Grapple: +22 Saves: 6 pp TOU +6 (+4 Con, +2 Costume) FORT +6 (+4 Con, +2) REF +10 (+8 Dex, +2) WILL +10 (+8 Wis, +2) Skills: 18 pp=72 r Acrobatics 12 (+20)* Climb 1 (+5) Gather Info 4 (+5) Intimidate 9 (+10) Investigate 4 (+5) Languages 2 (Japanese, Spanish) (Base: English) Medicine 2 (+10) Notice 12 (+20)* Sense Motive 12 (+20)* Survival 2 (+10) Stealth 12 (+20)* Feats: 28 pp Acrobatic Bluff Attack Focus: Melee (6) Blind-Fight Challenge (Fast Acrobatic Bluff) Defensive Attack Dodge Focus (6) Equipment Evasion (2) Grappling Finesse Improved Initiative Luck Move-By Action Power Attack Skill Mastery (Acrobatics, Notice, Sense Motive, Stealth) Takedown Attack (2) Uncanny Dodge (tactile) Powers: 17 pp Device 2 (Easy to Lose) (Swingclub) [6 pp] Strike 2 (PFs: Extended Reach, Mighty) [4] and Super-Movement 3 (Slow Fall, Swinging, Wall-Crawling) [6] Super-Senses 11 (Hearing [Extended 2 (x100 range increment)], Sonar [Accurate Ultrasonic Hearing], Scent [Acute, Analytical, Tracking], Touch [Analytical], Tremorsense) [11 pp] Drawbacks: -3 pp Disability [blind] (uncommon, minor) (-1 pp) Vulnerable (Sonic Damage) (uncommon, moderate) (-2 pp) Equipment: 5 ep Cell Phone [1 ep] PDA [1 ep] Undercover Shirt (Protection 2) (PF: Subtle) [3 ep] costs abilities 52 + combat 32 + saves 6 + skills 18/72 + feats 28 + powers 17 -drawbacks 3 = 150 pts ---- He’s one of the world’s greatest acrobats, equipped with incredible dexterity and superhuman senses, along with the impressive combat training to match. He’s almost impossible to Bluff in combat or be snuck up on, easily capable of taking out an entire gang simply by clever use of Stealth and Takedown Attack. He can hear things 100 times better than a regular human being, guide himself by sonar, track a man down like a bloodhound, read by touch, and feel the vibrations caused by opponents in the air well enough to fight even with earmuffs on. Even when all his senses are negated, he's one of the deadliest men on the planet. He’s also blind as a bat, and intensely vulnerable to attacks aimed at his superhuman senses. D’oh! It’s your call if he was an Olympian whose accidental brain injury gave new abilities while taking away old ones, or a mutant who taught himself (or got help from a kindly old stick-wielding mentor) to be better than the rest. Remember stunts: if you want him to have a Super-Sense he doesn't have, power-stunt it! One possibility is Detect Weakness or Penetrates Concealment. He’d be an OK lawyer, but maybe not first chair: put him at second-chair to ‘watch’ the jury, pair him off with a good faceman, and he’d be a monster in the courtroom! His walking stick deserves some explanation. I figure he’s got a piton on one end and a length of climbing line inside it: that’s how he fires off a length to swing from building to building, pull himself out of a fall, or climb up the side of a building by means of a grapple gun. (Technically you need all that to do what Batman typically does with a grapple gun!) The Strike represents hitting people with the sharp end, or firing off the climbing line directly into somebody’s face like Rorschach grapple gun in Watchmen. He’s fragile for his PL, and might do better as part of a team.

Cannonade soon realized he wasn't alone. A young man in a brightly-colored costume was standing on the other side of the gallery, looking up at a row of black and white images that showed the front line of the Liberty League back in the 1940s. The presence of actual costumed heroes meant they were both getting a lot of attention, but luckily the tourists seemed more interested in Cannonade. Across the room, Mark stared up at Jimmy Lucas. His grandfather was in his trademark bowtie and checked shirt, posing proudly with cigarette holder clenched in his teeth, as the shadowy form of the prince of genies hovered in the air behind him. "Hi, Grandpa," Mark said aloud, keeping his voice quiet so that watching tourists wouldn't get the wrong idea. "Twenty-two years ago today, huh?" Jimmy Lucas had smoked those cigarettes his whole life, and the man who'd journeyed across time and space and dimension alongside the Golden Age League had died in an oxygen tent just a few years before Mark's birth. He smiled, very faintly, then felt his face crumble behind his mask as he said, "I'm...I'm sorry Dad's not here this year. He's very far away right now. This is a really nice exhibit. I like what they've done with the place."

What are her normal ID stats?

"I was going to offer you space in my home, actually," Fusion admitted. "And...and I'd appreciate it if you did," she said suddenly. "If they know you, they'll be gunning for both of us anyway, and I'd like to think that someone will be watching over my family in that case besides just me. I'm not on a super-team, not anymore. I haven't exactly made a lot of friends in this community, either, not after that thing with the Scarab." She sighed softly. "I'll get the license plate looked up, I know people who can do that. But I doubt they can get it done before tomorrow."

Mark and Marcie were both notably subdued, though not looking particularly depressed about what had happened the night before, as they all walked over to the cafeteria. It was quiet, as usual, the kids who commuted in at the beginning of fall usually only coming in for lunch, and they had lots of space. That meant there wasn't a crowd, but it also made their unusual appearance all the more noticeable. Marcie chose to hide in plain sight, waving cheerfully to her friends in the crowd, and Mark smiled at her, reaching down to squeeze her hand in support as he waved too. The food certainly smelled good: he was hungry! "So did you guys see anything weird on the television?" he asked Wander and Midnight.

Alien Infiltrator PL: 10 (150) Abilities: 20 pp STR 30 [16] (+10/+3) DEX 14 (+2) CON 16 (+3) INT 10 (+0) WIS 14 (+2) CHA 10 (+0) Combat: 24 pp ATK: +6 (+10 melee) DEF: +10 (+3 flat-footed) Init: +7 Grapple: +21 Saves: 15 pp TOU +10 (+3 Con, +7 Protection) FORT +7 (+3 Con, +4) REF +5 (+2 Dex, +3) WILL +10 (+2 Wis, +8) Skills: 11 pp=44 r Bluff 15 (+15) Concentration 8 (+10) Notice 10 (+12) Languages 2 (English, Galstandard) (Base: Native) Sense Motive 9 (+11) Feats: 16 pp All-Out Attack, Attack Focus: Melee 4, Dodge Focus 4, Improved Initiative, Luck, Move-By Action, Power attack, Startle, Ultimate Save: Will, Uncanny Dodge (auditory), Powers: 69 pp Alien Array [20+2=22 pp] Morph 6 (humanoids) (Extra: Continuous) (PFs: Covers Scent, Precise) AP: Insubstantial 4 AP: Mind Reading 10 (Extra: Action [standard/Move]) Enhanced STR 14 [14 pp] Flight 3 (50 MPH) [6 pp] Immunity 9 (Life Support) Morph 2 (humanoids) [4 pp] Protection 7 [7 pp] Super-Strength 1 (1.5 tons) [2 pp] costs abilities 20 + combat 24 + saves 15 + skills 11/44 + feats 16 + powers 64 = 150 pts -- Design Notes: What could be more trustworthy than a likable, charming flying brick? Not much in a superhero setting, which is what makes this guy such a perfect agent of Those Aliens. You know the ones I mean, the bad guys from the evil empire who’ve tried to take over so many times. It’s their blood in his veins, their training in his mind, and it was for their purposes that he came to Earth: to subvert and plot, to overthrow the freedom of humanity and hand it over to his alien masters. The Empire won’t wait for us to make up our minds forever: they’re willing to do whatever it takes to destroy the freedoms of humanity. But this guy’s different. Maybe his mental brainwashing in his birth chambers didn’t take, or maybe telepathic contact with human minds showed him what real freedom and justice was all about. Or maybe he was raised on Earth by alien parents, maybe even ones masquerading as superheroes, but they did too good a job teaching him about the values of humanity before they tried to convince him that it was all a lie. Or maybe he met a girl he liked, as happens so often, and decided to change sides for love. Stunt off his big array if you want to give him more power. Note that he does have some Morph outside his array, so he can stay shape-shifted while reading minds and turning incorporeal, it'll just be a little easier to catch him. He flies, he punches things, lifts heavy objects, he can travel in space...he can also read minds, make himself look like anybody, and fly through walls. A standard archetype, tweaked a bit in backstory. You don’t have to have him be from an ‘evil’ empire at all: maybe he was found and raised by a friendly couple in Kansas. But it’s fun to make him a defector, especially when you do the math. If their foot-soldiers and agents are PL 10, what’s the Empire’s big gun like?

Jack would have commented on the argument, but he honestly wasn't sure what a good way to settle it was. Should I let them fight for dominance? No, that's not how normal people would do it. And I think Erin would win, but I need Viktor for the examination... "I'll do that. He only bites me in ambush, not when I'm sticking my fingers down his throat." Rather than comment further on that, he took up position with the baby, giving him big smiles, and truthfully forgot about the others for a minute. "Who's a big baby? Who's a big boy who can gabble like a goon?" He gave the baby a big smile, his teeth popping out in sharp and glorious fang.

"Hey guys!" said Mark, sticking his head in just behind Marcie. For her part, Marcie gave a cordial smile to Aaron, hands folded primly in front of her. "Hi Aaron. You're looking better this morning." He'd taken quite a pounding the night before, but as usual the tonfa-wielding gladiator had shaken off the beating he'd taken at his counterparts' hands. Marcie herself was in a pink and white dress with flowers on it, looking every inch the spit and polish cheer captain. Mark was looking about the same, for all that his good relations with his counterpart had not extended to the loan of a razor. Still, the Lucas boy wore the day's stubble in good spirits. He and Marcie both looked good, having evidently done the laundry over night. And relaxed. "Hey guys," said Mark, "Wanna see if Mr. Rhodes cooks any better than Ms. Rhodes? Never pass up a chance to eat food and use the bathroom, that's what they say!"

The next morning, Mark and Marcie walked out of her dorm room together. Luckily Michelle hadn't come home all night, probably visiting her folks again, and they hadn't been caught out by the floor monitor. They'd both showered and put on clean clothes, Marcie going downstairs to launder Mark's, and looked as neat and pressed as both the Lucases did of a morning. Mark smelled rather like Marcie's shampoo, a not-at-all unpleasant sense memory. He took out his commlink and called up his fellow Young Freedomites as they went, heading first to the common room and then to the cafeteria for breakfast. "Hey, Young Freedom, this is Mark. I'm on my way to get breakfast before we talk to the Harcourts again."

Invisible Lady Abilities: 56 pp STR 20 (+5) DEX 20 (+5) CON 20 (+5) INT 20 (+5) WIS 16 (+3) CHA 16 (+3) Combat: 32 pp ATK: +8 (+9 melee, +15 unarmed) DEF: +12 (+4 flat-footed) Init: +9 Grapple: +14 Saves: 7 pp TOU +8 (+5 Con, +3 Costume) FORT +7 (+5 Con, +2) REF +7 (+5 Dex, +2) WILL +6 (+3 Wis, +3) Skills: 22 pp=88 r Acrobatics 8 (+13) Bluff 7 (+10) Concentration 7 (+10) Craft: Chemical 4 (+9) Drive 4 (+9) Escape Artist 4 (+9) Investigate 8 (+13) Knowledge: Physical Sciences 8 (+13) Notice 7 (+10) Sense Motive 7 (+10) Stealth 8 (+13) Feats: 24 pp Acrobatic Bluff, All-Out Attack, Attack Focus: Melee, Attack Specialization: Unarmed 3, Equipment 3, Defensive Attack, Dodge Focus 4, Elusive Target, Evasion, Improved Crit (Unarmed), Improved Initiative, Luck, Master Plan, Move-By Action, Power Attack, Takedown Attack, Uncanny Dodge (auditory), Powers: 9 pp Concealment 4 (all visual) (PF: Close Range) [9 pp] Equipment: 15 pp Armored Costume (Protection 3) [3 pp] Grapple Gun (Super-Movement 1 (Swinging) and Speed 1 [10 MPH]) [3 pp] Motorcycle [9 pp] --- So your only superpower is that you’re invisible. Maybe you got that way because you drank a serum you made, maybe your idiot boyfriend decided to blast you and the rest of his friends with cosmic rays. (This version of the character could be either). Maybe you can turn it off, maybe you can’t. Being invisible to visual senses is a darn useful power, but there are a lot of ways around it in a superhuman setting. And everybody and his brother has Uncanny Dodge vs. auditory! So you got the short end of the stick. Sometimes writers compensate for that by giving you cool powers: this is the other side of the coin. What happens when you’re stuck with just one little power? You learn how to kick _ass_. This character is a Badass Abnormal, an incredibly good sneak and detective who just happens to be a scientific genius. With her high Acrobatics, high Bluff, high Stealth, and Concealment she has a dozen different ways to catch foes flat-footed and lay them out with a solid hit. Switch things up a little bit by adjusting her skills, making her a different kind of Badass. Or maybe she’s concealed against _all_ senses; take away some points from her skills and feats to afford Concealment 10. (This build will need to lose 11 pp from elsewhere to be able to afford that.) Complications include Accident if she has trouble with her costume vanishing on her, or maybe Rivalry with that idiot ex-boyfriend, who left her to raise his mutant babies while he runs around wrestling with his armored megalomaniac best bud.