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After a brief pause, the man in the sunglasses finally spoke. "Winning." It took Aleksander a few moments to realize that the response had been meant as a bit of wry humour. The voice was quiet but the teenager couldn't really call if soft, the enunciation so precise that even as his ears reflexively focused to hear the word he had no difficulty understanding what was being said. The lack of inflection made it difficult to read intent into the voice but a slight tilt of the head stood out enough among the instructor's subtle albeit relaxed body language to give him a clue. The high school student had to wonder if he was already being tested. Turning his eyes back down the hallway, the taller young man added, "Today, unarmed. Acceptable?"

Jack of all Blades / Jill O'Cure (11) >Growth Rings (2) >Charity Begins at Home (2) >Mystery at Bedside Manor (3) >Starting Over (4) Midnight II (10) >Midnight Dynasty (6) >A Cold Reception (1) >Until You've Crossed (3) Wail (2) >Embrace the Silence (2) Ghost Girl (4) >Necklace of Ropes (1) >Polar Vortex (3) Set / Sekhmet (22) >Getting Your Shots In (1) >Werewolves Are So Hot Right Now (2) >Extracurriculars (2) >The Spirit of Revolution (7) >Cast of Four (10) GM (2) >Adventures in Babysitting in Space (1) >Charity Begins at Home (1) I'd like to give enough of my rollover posts to Set to push him to 25, then use the rest to get Midnight past 15 even though he's maxed out because I'm trying to get his total high enough to free up the Bronze reward he's using. The Ref Point can go to Midnight as well.

"Oh, do go on," Set practically purred as she preened under Skaere's complimentary assessment, giving the werewolf a coy shove in the shoulder. The godling didn't bother trying to not to beam at her new acquaintance's improved mood even if the coffee shop's patio had almost entirely cleared out by the time a second fur covered monster had appeared. Set was acutely aware of what it felt like to be the odd one out and was glad to offer a show of shapeshifting solidarity. Besides, she did look awesome. Still in her quadrupedal form, Sekhmet gave her charge a flat, disparaging look that bared her teeth momentarily but with the foul scent of their quarry in her nostrils she had not time to waste on arguments over the liesmith's antics. "Sometimes a girl simply cannot be bothered to shave her legs, dearest Temperance," Set tossed off with a shrug before throwing an arm over Skaere's shoulders and taking a quick snapshot with her smartphone. Pleased with the results, she made use of her borrowed lupine traits to catch up with the lioness' sprint through the city. "You always bring us to the loveliest locales, oh radiant opal," Set muttered out of the corner of her snout as they surveyed the warehouse. "I quite favour this 'busting in' plan, however!" Sekhmet snorted, rearing up on her back legs and sliding back into her humanoid appearance, if only to save herself some of the rancid aromas wafting all about. "Agreed. Fell sorcery shall not be tolerated under the gaze of an Eye of Ra!"

Alright, I've let this languish way longer than I should have. King, if I don't hear from you shortly I'll be moving this along without Graft's input.

"What, too busy coming up with stupid time puns to keep a better eye on your 'sonar'?" Hematite cut in angrily. The twins had calmed down enough from the shock of it all to at least be polite once Quark stepped into the room but actually having a face to put to the lapse in temporal police work seemed to set the powerhouse off. "Maybe you--" As he took a step forward, hand raised, he was stopped by a light tug on his sleeve. Mystery had moved out from behind Sojourner to stand beside him, shaking her head silently while she looked up at him with big, dark eyes. Troy froze for a moment, apparently at a loss, before turning away and muttering something unintelligible under his breath, refusing to look in Quark's direction. "So, uh, if you're taking him away," Daybreak began with a small cough, "what about all of us? I dunno about everybody else but we didn't really take time to work out the fine details of a return trip on our way out the door." Trevor gave the young man in the black and gold costume a vaguely disappointed look, prompting Daybreak to raise his hands defensively. "Hey, we were in a rush! We figured something would turn up, right?"

One dark and angular eyebrow rose above the tinted lenses on the alumnus' face at the little spike in energy coming from the teenager. He took his hands from behind his back and placed them on his hips but otherwise didn't comment. There was another beat of silence, then a second and third before he made a tiny motion with his shoulders that might have been intended as a shrug and began heading for the door to the office. As he passed by Aleksander he pivoted one hand at the wrist, still as waist height, indicating that the tightly wound youth should follow him into the hallway. Waiting outside the door until Aleksander stepped outside so that they could walk next to each other, the silent man turned toward one wing of the campus. He looked over and down at his pupil, soliciting any questions he might have.

The Implied secondary question in Aleksander's query wasn't lost on anyone in the room and the teenager's would-be guest instructor glanced sideways toward the younger Summers for the answer. There was something irritatingly unflappable about the minute change of expression, as though the high school student's performance was a matter of idle curiosity but that he wouldn't have been bothered by the response either way. "...we shall see," Callie broke the silence after a beat. "For now, simply some sparring. Consider it a chance to benefit from another perspective." The young man in the sunglasses made a faint, almost imperceptible sound in the back of his throat, evidently as satisfied with that as he would have been with anything else.

"Mr. Nakani," the elder Summers greeted tersely, instructing Aleksander to close the door behind him with a brief gesture. Though wearing the signs of age a little more obviously these days, his squared shoulders and intense gaze today spoke less of the educator and more of the steely dispenser of justice he'd been in his prime. "Time to begin the next phase of your training." His daughter indicated the third person standing in front of the teenager with a tilt of her chin. "Arranged for a... guest lecturer of sorts." Something in the way she pressed her lips together suggested a minor bit of humour but Aleksander noticed that she too was projecting more of her costumed identity than her civilian persona. There was a sense in the air of professionals in a shared field meeting, experts who did not need to explain themselves to each other. "Graduate of this school, in fact." The young man on the other side of the Headmaster couldn't have been more than five or so years older than Aleksander, though the opaque sunglasses covering his eyes with oval lenses made it a little more difficult to tell. He was tall, with a frame that emphasized that height over the layers of athletic muscle clear even through his nondescript blue dress shirt and dark khakis. His complexion was pale, contrasting starkly with the jet black hair appearing from from under a beaten black fedora perched atop his head in a manner that seemed less like a fashionable affectation and more like a permanent fixture of his face. Hands clasped behind his back, he silently looked Aleksander up and down appraisingly.

"Oh, don't feel bad," Ellie assured Lynn as she accepted the glass of water. "She's had a work thing lately and wouldn't have been up for being social all evening anyway." Her girlfriend and their hostess had met a handful of times and had been on reasonably friendly terms but not so much that the introverted inventor would have gotten any much needed relaxation from the soiree. When Min questioned the petite woman's meaning, Erik spoke up before she could clarify. "Only it wasn't just three years for you, huh?" It wasn't so much that his voice softened, exactly, but the implied laughter that usually danced about the edges of his tone was missing. Looking at his wife, he smiled subtly. "You probably don't notice it, florecita, but she's got the same look you get whenever you talk about your sisters. Eyes don't match her face." He indicated his own with a pair of fingers before falling silent long enough for Lynn to collect her thoughts.

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"Ooh, good call," Erik complimented his daughter emphatically, doting over the toddler as he took a seat beside her. "I think maybe I should have orange juice, too. What do you think?" He used his longer reach to playfully poke Eden's sides, switching back and forth as she giggled and swatted his hands away. Ellie stayed on her feet, wandering around the room in a slow circle, looking at each piece with much the same expression she wore while perusing the thrift stores which supplied a considerable portion of her wardrobe. She paused longest at the portrait, folding her arms and resting one palm under her chin. "I'd be fine with water, too, thank you," she replied absently, absorbed in studying the brushwork.

"My wit, courage and reckoning be some of my best qualities," Set agreed amiably with a half bow, flourishing with one hand and nodding his head deeply enough to cover the flicker of concern that tugged at his features for the span of a heartbeat. It didn't take a master of linguistic intricacies to hear the note of poorly healed loss in Thrude's voice or the slight deflating of her squared shouldered stance. The Heliopolian wondered for a moment if his boldness had overstepped but straightened his posture and resumed his confident grin as it occurred to him that the hammer wielding warrior would not have been one to mince words were that the case. "Pleasing countenance withstanding, in truth your hospitality tis more than I have been extended in a great age, Lady Thrude. Consider my expectations already far exceeded and my humble services at your beck and call." Turning to the representative of the FCPD, he took her hand in both of his own and lightly brushed his lips over her knuckles in a courtly gesture. "Excuse us, dear Detective Fischler. God stuff, hmm? Oh, do tell the Doctor I shall make a point to visit him in his confinement, would you? Tis a surprisingly genial sort!" Walking back over the Thrude and the absurdly massive foliage he pursed his lips. "One supposes you would have heard all manner of variations on 'make like a tree' already."

"I demand explanation!" Sekhmet shouted irritably as she tossed the unconscious police officer aside unceremoniously and began sprinting to place herself under the suddenly falling Miss Americana. The warrior goddess had not been able to follow any of what was going on during the battle, still not entirely clear who the plummeting woman even was and only understanding the bout of possessions in the most general of ways based on what the other heroes were saying. "What madness transpires?!" Confused as she was, she didn't hesitate for an instant, leaping impossibly high and tackling Miss Americana midair, catching the patriotic paragon in a similar pin to the one that had effectively held Southern Belle immobile.

Sekhmet Initiate Grapple vs. Liberty-Bot.: 1d20+7 26 Opposed Grapple Check.: 1d20+16 21 Opposed Grapple Check, HP Reroll: 1d20+16 23 That ends up being a 33.

"Well, not all possess a disposition as measured and temperate as you, oh serene eye of the storm. Ooh, hold! Pick the brigands up once more!" Set instructed with a inspired clap of his hands, producing his smart phone and waving over the law officer. "Come, Detective Fischler! Quickly, now!" Hopping in front of Thrude once he had Dr. Stratos and Weather Mistress back in hand and ushering Fischler in beside him, the godling stretched out his arm and called, "Say 'papyrus'!" Snapping the photo, he admired the results on the phone's display. "I shall message you the self-portrait, Lady Thrude, if you would provide me with your-- hm." Reconsidering his approach, Set tucked the device away somewhere in his shendyt and turned to face the Aesir head on, hands placed on his hips and expression serious. "No subtlety, very well. Thorsdottir, I think you to be terribly attractive. I know I am. I would propose a further exploration of that shared quality, mayhap over refreshments or a meal of some sort." Tilting his chin upward, he raised one eyebrow expectantly.

Trevor spent a few beats looking at the camera feed before grunting in a noncommittal fashion and going to answer the door without further comment. Hematite looked from his departing ancestor back to the screen, mouth pressed into a thin line of confusion. "Are we supposed to know who that is?" he asked finally, picking up from the group that he wasn't the only one unable to place the face of the garishly haired new arrival. "...time cop?" Mystery hazarded a guess hesitantly, inferring from the uniform and staff but then scrunching up her shoulders and hiding a little behind Sojourner once the fanciful suggestion had left her lips. "What, and he shows up now?!" Daybreak exclaimed, letting go of his sister finally and making a face that proved their mother's temper hadn't been handed down exclusively to Knightfall. "After we've already fixed almost everything? Shouldn't handling this sort of thing be their job?!" Elsewhere, Trevor opened the front door without fanfare. "Quark," he acknowledged flatly, making a small gesture inviting his former classmate inside. "At least you rang."

Set heaved a heavy sigh as the possessed Miss Americana continued to menace the increasingly wretched Southern Belle, wearing the petulant expression of someone who had had the fun of a game ruined by someone else being a poor sport. "Say what one will, my elder self never subjected heroes to such morally grey, ethically challenging malarkey." With a flick of his wrist the godling snapped the fingers held behind his back. In response crimson lightning surged abruptly downward from the clouds above with a rattling boom of thunder, crashing into addled paragon like a freight train of electricity, power arcing up and down her limbs and torso. Shrugging broadly, Set looked to the other heroes. "Yes, yes, I know. We were going to have to knock the thing out of the technology maven regardless, truly. I invite you all to berate my fickle nature anon; tis shaping up to be a terribly trying afternoon, emotionally speaking."

"Ooh, never point out a lack of internally consistent motivation to a spirit of chaos, oh garrulous genius!" Set cut in with one hand to the side of his mouth in the manner of an audience member shouting up to a speaker on stage even if it wasn't entirely necessary at that distance. "Makes us cra~a~azy. Besides, afterlives be far overrated. Conceptual gestalt tis as good a gig as any." The godling didn't let his gaze wander far from the unrestrained of the two possessed women and as he idly wandered a few steps closer to Miss Americana Temperance could see that the hand Set held behind his back was poised to snap its fingers. Expression clouding over in spite of his affected nonchalance, he added to Terrifica, "You've not had the misfortune of dealing with a wicked past incarnation, or so I sincerely hope, mortal." Something impossibly old flickered in his flashing grey eyes, a spark caught between bitter weariness and inciting anger. "Aspects one can neither destroy nor in good conscience cast aside, only bottle away like a poison in the deepest, darkest corner of one's heart." He grinned, abruptly the irreverent teenager once more. "Or so I have heard, ha!"

Set Move Action: Feint Liberty-Bot.: 1d20+16 30 Standard Action: Prepare action, triggered by a hostile move by the Liberty-Bot. Lightning Bolt vs. Liberty Bot.: 1d20+7 22 The lightning bolt is Damage 7 (Extras: Autofire, Linked [+0], Ranged, Power Feats: Accurate 1, Affects Insubstantial 2, Homing 1, Indirect 2) [27PP] + Drain Toughness 7 (Extras: Affects Objects, Linked [+0], Ranged, Flaws: Limited [Electronics, -2]) [7PP] (lightning bolt; chaos aspect, storm aspect, electricity)but Set has no way of knowing that 'Miss Americana' is actually a gynoid. Since it's currently inhabited by a mystical spirit and the descriptor on the Drain Toughness is Set's chaos aspect playing havoc with orderly circuitry I'll leave it to you to decide how that resolves, AA, assuming the attack is made! I'd probably suggest her magnetic weakness not apply since this isn't actually an EMP effect, despite the functional similarity.

With a lopsided grin, Erin raised his hands in a broad shrug. "Well, we try. It's why I thought you should take my name when we got married; you qualified." Ducking his head down he gave Min a kiss that was a few beats longer than was probably entirely polite in front of other people. Placing one hand on the dryad's hip he used the other arm to help support Eden. The toddler looked like the public display was something she'd long since gotten used to and seemed more interested in the new person speaking to her even if she didn't have much to day in response yet. Ellie cleared her throat loudly and indelicately before turning her attention to Lynn as well and taking their hostess' arm to guide her inside the open door. "That might take a while. So, you got the bookstore up and running?"

Character Name: Nae-Dae Power Level: PL8 (Sidekick 24, 120/120PP) Trade-Offs: -2 Attack / +2 Damage; +3 Defence / -3 Toughness Unspent Power Points: 0 Theme: Make A Circuit With Me by The Phenomenauts In Brief: Four-armed wrench monkey with a weakness for shiny things that don't belong to her yet. Birthplace: Irrera-8 Residence: The Horizon Occupation: Starship Mechanic Affiliations: Captain Eclipse, Rock Family: Broodmother, Unknown Number of Siblings Description: Age: 24 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Irreran Height: 3'9" Weight: 56 lbs. Eyes: Rust Red Hair: Cobalt Blue As an Irreran, Nae-Dae has a compact form covered in dark blue fur and dominated by four proportionally long arms and a pair of similar lanky legs. Expressive, spade-shaped ears top a simian and habitually scowling face while a long, thin tail provides counterbalance as she scurries around and leaps back and forth across any available surface. Big, red eyes without pupils sparkle whenever she sees a new machine or simply something shiny. Nae-Dae wears a heavy protective apron whenever she expects to be working, which is effectively all of the time. She lugs around a beaten red toolbox from which she has been known to pull all manner of helpful tools and worrisome incendiary devices. The most cherished of these items is a surprisingly primitive wrench, oversized in comparison to its wielder but equally useful for repairing and demolishing as desired. Power Descriptions: With lean, nimble digits at the end of each of her six limbs, Nae-Dae is adept at climbing and working her way into nooks and crannies overlooked by larger sentients. The same mental faculties that allow her to coordinate those limbs make her a quick study and efficient multitasker, if somewhat distractible. Nae-Dae's wrench is a simple but sturdy length of metal without any electronics or power source, a nice, reliable lever and percussive instrument wrapped up into one. Her incessant tinkering means the rest of her equipment can change radically in appearance and function from day to day but usually includes a rocket launcher large enough to require all four of her limbs to support. History: A native of the gas giant Irrera's eighth and only life-supporting moon, Nae-Dae grew up in a society broadly analogous to a caste-based insect hive. Born into the soldier caste, Nae-Dae had little interest in guarding a bunch of cliffside burrows when the sky and the stars beyond were so tantalizingly close. Her curious, inventive nature earned her only mockery and reprimands in the deeply traditionalist Irreran society and when the opportunity to stow away on a visiting Lor survey vessel presented itself she didn't hesitate. Nae-Dae managed to stay hidden in the service crawlspaces on the ship for weeks, surreptitiously accessing engineering consoles and absorbing information at a rate that would have astounded her hosts had they known she was there. She was eventually discovered when the Lor Chief of Engineering noticed an unexplained 3% improvement in the ship's power output resulting from the diminutive tinkerers calibrations. Impressed, the chief convinced his captain to bend their strict protocols enough to drop Nae-Dae off on their next refuelling stop rather than returning her to Irrera-8. With a palm computer full of engineering manuals and what little currency her benefactor had been able to scrounge together for her, the Irreran set herself up as a mechanic for hire. Annoyed to find that many larger species associated her size with a childlike lack of intelligence, Nae-Dae's already grumpy outlook developed into a confrontational streak that tended to get her into trouble. More problematic was her lack of impulse control when it came to examining and occasionally pocketing bits and baubles that caught her interest. It wasn't so much that she intended to steal as she found that four hands worth of quick fingers made her awfully good at it and she wasn't one to let her own talents go to waste. Bouncing around from spaceport to spaceport, Nae-Dae eventually ran into trouble she couldn't handle when she pilfered something from a hardware shop with silent partners disinclined to accept an apology. Burning the last of her meager currency and contacts to escape, she holed up amongst the rusting hulls of a used shipyard on the backwater world she upon which she now found herself stuck. When an Alarian cyborg and her hulking stone partner came looking for a rapid change in transportation with the fewer questions asked the better, it was the Horizon that caught their eyes. No coincidence, the ship in the best state of repair was also the one Nae-Dae had been living in and working upon for weeks. Only once they were in deep space did they realize that their new vessel had come with an unexpected addition. Although their initial introductions could have gone more smoothly, as Nae-Dae vigorously defended her engine room, Captain Eclipse eventually saw the benefit of having a dedicated mechanic on board. It didn't hurt that after all of her modifications Nae-Dae was very nearly the only one able to get anything on the Horizon to work properly. The chattering Irreran and the laconic Rock got on particularly well and for the first time Nae-Dae began to feel as though there was somewhere she genuinely belonged. Personality & Motivation: Nae-Dae has a hair-trigger temper and a defensive mistrust of others that gives the first impression of a pessimistic curmudgeon. Presented with an interesting problem or new mechanism to work on, however, she becomes animated and excited, speaking quickly and moving even faster. Life experience has taught her to be generally self-interested but in practice she has a territorial loyalty to her friends and tends to identify with underdogs of all sorts despite herself. Powers & Tactics: In combat Nae-Dae has taken to using Rock as a sort of mobile weapons platform, perching atop his shoulder while lobbing grenades or firing rockets. She would generally prefer a quick escape to a drawn out battle but when forced into a corner she takes a gleeful pride in the destructive capabilities of her equipment. Collateral damage generally doesn't worry her much; she's sure she'll be able to fix anything really important afterward anyway. Complications: Forewarned is Forearmed: For a mammal without much of a protuberance of cartilage on her face, Nae-Dae can sure be nosy. She's learned that ignorance is no virtue and faced with a restricted area, sensitive document or forbidden tome she can't help but take a peek. Knuckle Up: Coming from a species less involved in galactic culture and physically smaller than the Lor average, Nae-Dae has found she has something to prove to many sentients. Any disparaging remarks about her species or stature are an easy way to provoke the high strung mechanic. Plenty of Elbow Room: Coming from a society that lives in crowded cliffside burrows, Nae-Dae guards her personal space jealously. Invasions upon her literal or metaphorical territory make her irritable and argumentative, even combative. Anyone entering the Horizon's engine room without permission is asking to be brained with a wrench. Shoulder to Shoulder: By the same token, Irrerans are naturally highly social creatures. While Nae-Dae is far more independent than most of her people, she still does not enjoy prolonged periods of isolation. Lack of interpersonal contact exacerbates her compulsions and eventually effects her health. Sticky Fingers: Nae-Dae doesn't steal anything that's not nailed down; she has tools for removing nails. She's easily distracted by shiny baubles, particularly new technology that might be used to upgrade the Horizon or her personal arsenal and has a flexible definition of 'borrowed'. Abilities: 4 + 4 + 2 + 8 - 2 + 0 = 16PP Strength: 10/6 (+0/-2) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 12 (+1) Intelligence: 18 (+4) Wisdom: 8 (-1) Charisma: 10 (+0) Combat: 10 + 16 = 26PP Initiative: +2 Attack: +6 (+5 Base, +1 Shrinking) Grapple: +1 Defense: +12 (+8 Base, +3 Dodge Focus, +1 Shrinking), +5 Flat-Footed Knockback: -1 Saving Throws: 3 + 4 + 5 = 14PP Toughness: +4 (+1 Con, +2 Defensive Roll, +2 Protection, -1 Shrinking) Fortitude: +4 (+1 Con, +3) Reflex: +7 (+2 Dex, +5) Will: +5 (-1 Wis, +6) Skills: 68R = 17PP Acrobatics 8 (+10) Computers 6 (+10) Craft (Electronic) 8 (+12) Skill Mastery Craft (Mechanical) 9 (+13) Skill Mastery Disable Device 6 (+10) Skill Mastery Knowledge (Galactic Lore) 1 (+5) Knowledge (Technology) 6 (+10) Language 1 (Galstandard, Irreran [Native]) Notice 5 (+4) Sense Motive 6 (+5) Skill Mastery Sleight of Hand 8 (+10) Stealth 4 (+10) Feats: 11PP Defensive Roll 1 Dodge Focus 3 Equipment 2 (10EP) Evasion 2 Improvised Tools Inventor Skill Mastery (Craft [Electronic], Craft [Mechanical], Disable Device, Sense Motive) Equipment: 10EP = 2PP Heavy Apron; Protection 2 [2EP] Multitool [1EP] Ship Communicator; Communications 5 (Radio, 5 miles; Extras: Area, Flaws: Limited [Other Crew Communicators]) + Super-Senses 1 (Communication Link [ship, Radio])[6EP] Welding Googles; Sensory Shield 1 (Visual) [1EP] Powers: 16 + 20 = 36PP Irreran Physiology 3 (15PP Container [Passive, Permanent]; Power Feats: Innate) [16PP] Additional Limbs 2 (+2 Grapple) [2PP] (four arms) Quickness 3 (x10) [3PP] Shrinking 4 (Small, +1 Attack/Defense, -4 Strength; Extras: Duration [Permanent, +0], Power Feats: Normal Movement) [5PP] Speed 1 (10MPH) [1PP] Super Movement 2 (Wall-Crawling 2) [4PP] Device 6 (30PP Container; Flaws: Easy-to-Lose, Power Feats: Multiple Weapons 2) [20PP] (toolbox) Damage 10 (Extras: Autofire, Ranged, Flaws: Action [Full], Power Feats: Alternate Power 2, Homing 2, Improved Critical 2, Knockback 4) [30DP] (rocket launcher) AP: Damage 8 (Extras: Area [General, Burst], Ranged, Flaws: Unreliable [5 Uses], Power Feats: Ricochet 2, Triggered 2) + Dazzle 8 (Auditory; Extras: Area [General, Burst], Flaws: Unreliable [5 Uses]) [28DP] (grenades) AP: Drain Toughness 10 (Extras: Affects Objects, Alternate Save [Reflex, +0], Linked [+0], Flaws: Limited [Objects Only], Power Feats: Improved Critical 2, Precise) + Damage 10 (Extras: Linked [+0], Penetrating 5) [28DP] (wrench) DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVEEFFECT Unarmed Touch DC15 Toughness Damage (Physical) Wrench Touch DC20 Reflex Drain Toughness (Objects Only) DC25 Toughness Damage (Physical) Rocket Launcher Ranged DC25 Toughness [Autofire] Damage (Physical) Grenades Ranged [Area] DC23 Toughness Damage (Energy) DC18 Reflex Auditory Dazzle Totals: Abilities (16) + Combat (26) + Saving Throws (14) + Skills (17) + Feats (11) + Powers (36) = 120/120 Power Points

Rock Power Level: 12/13 (199/217 PP) Trade-Offs: -5 Attack / +5 Damage; -5 Defence / +5 Toughness Unspent Power Points: 18 Theme: Rock and Roll Band by Boston In Brief: Rock. Birthplace: Some Rock Residence: The Horizon Occupation: Rock for Hire Affiliations: Captain Eclipse, Nae-Dae Family: Rocks Description: Age: Old as Rocks Gender: Rock Ethnicity: Rock Height: 8'7" of Rock Weight: 1.5 Tons of Rock Eyes: Molten Rock Hair: Rocks At first glance Rock appears to be a crude humanoid statue pieced together from ill-fitting stones, a towering stack of grey and brown punctuated by patches of faded green moss and veins of ferrous ore. Two spots of glowing molten rock set in cavernous eye sockets are the first signs of life, followed by an uneven though surprisingly expressive maw similarly lit from within. Although he has little need for clothing Rock does wear a broad sash across his chest which supports a saddlebag, a concession to the practical need to carry various items and woven from green fibers with the texture of reptilian scales. All of his movements are accompanied by the scraping grate of stone against stone, even changes in expression. Power Descriptions: Rock is every bit the pile of stones that he appears. An internal core of molten rock provides him with noticeable body heat and functions similarly to connective tissue. He does not have any internal organs as such, brain included, animated instead by some diffuse intelligence. This allows him to daily reattach severed limbs or even rebuild his entire body provided raw materials. Unbeknownst to Rock himself, he is in fact the juvenile stage of an intelligent living planet with a life cycle billions upon billions of years long. Given enough time he will continue to accrue mass, likely spending millennia as an island then continent on a more mundane world or perhaps as an self-propelled asteroid before reaching maturity. History: Rock doesn't entirely remember from where he came. He doesn't consider himself particularly old on the rare occasions he's inclined to consider the matter. He does know that he's outlived every friend and every enemy he’s ever had, that he's seen great powers have risen and fallen only to be replaced by someone or something else often enough to have stopped counting. In all that time he's never encountered another being like himself. Non-carbon based life, certainly, even symbiotic stone creatures of a sort. They still were not whatever he was, nor he one of them. That uniqueness seemed to bother the occasional scientist or law enforcement agent who took an interest in him more than it did Rock himself but searching for answers was as good a reason as any to continue rolling from world to world. Currency is the axis upon which the galaxy spins, as they say, and while Rock has few material needs the adage still holds true. For the past few decades at least he's been finding work as hired muscle, or whatever passes for sinew in his imposing frame. Some of those jobs have been upstanding, many of them have not been but Rock maintains the same philosophical perspective on legality as most other topics. His dealings with the galaxy's criminal underworld introduced him to many for whom the day to day struggle for survival was a more dire affair. He watched time and time again as those with power took advantage of those without, surprisingly often with the law on their side. Relaxed as he was about his own concerns the fiery temper unleashed by harm done to others coupled with an inability to adequately explain himself earned him a lengthy record and a reputation as less than reliable. Things reached a turning point when Rock was recruited for a job by Talisyn Alar, better known as Captain Eclipse. The stony titan's strength was instrumental in getting past the security of the private art collection Eclipse had been hired to invade. When the crew reached their target, the final piece in a collection of ancient artifacts sought by their employer, a moment of clumsiness on Rock's part accidentally revealed it as a component of an alien weapon capable of creating a black hole. Agreeing that it was too destructive a power for anyone to possess, Rock and Eclipse destroyed the artifact, earning the wrath of their employer and the rest of the crew. Partnering up first out of necessity and then because of how well they found they worked together, the pair adopted a new policy. There was no reason doing the right thing couldn't also be profitable, after all, not when so many of the beings deserving of comeuppance had so much to steal. And if it also felt pretty good, well. Only a fool would accuse the battle-hardened cyborg and the towering pile of rocks of being sentimental. Personality & Motivation: Rock is generally happy to go with the flow, leaving most of the decision making to more vivacious allies such as Eclipse. He is rarely shy about making his opinions known, however, and his calm demeanour belies a fiery temper that is not easily cooled once roused. He feels generally protective of those smaller than him, which is a broad category, and strives to be helpful without expecting much in return. He is far more easily motivated by the mistreatment of others than slights against himself. Powers & Tactics: Rock is well versed in throwing his considerably weight around. In battle he charges into the fray with little regard for his own durable form, grappling or knocking about multiple opponents at once. He tends to target the most physically imposing target first given the choice, glad for the opportunity to let loose without needing to hold back. When fighting alongside allies, however, his priorities shift and Rock uses himself as mobile cover, attempting to place himself between his friends and the worst danger. If things do not appear to be going well he is not too proud to scoop them up bodily and beat a hasty retreat. When suitably enraged, Rock's molten core can erupt through any of his body's surfaces, usually either his mouth or the palms of his hands. The wave of liquid stone is scalding and indiscriminate and takes Rock a moment to recover from as he rebuilds his internal reservoir. Complications: Faulty Hardware: Galactic civilization just isn't designed with giant rock people in mind. From squeezing through doors to trying to use tools intended for smaller, fleshy digits, his difficulties are multitude. Rock tends to leave a lot of shattered monitors and bent chairs in his wake. Geological Record: Not all of Rock's exploits have been strictly legal by local - or universal - standards. He has more outstanding warrants for destruction of property, disturbing the peace and more than he can reasonably keep track of and it's tough to remember where he might not be welcome. Making a Mountain: Rock is generally calm and contemplative by nature but when his ire is raised his temper is literally fiery. Tending to extremes, any perceived threat to his friends or a similar trigger will unleash a juggernaut with the strength and inexorable momentum of an avalanche. Rock and a Hard Place: Rock's willingness to use his body as a living bulwark for his friends often outweighs his awareness of his own limits. While he can take a staggering amount of punishment by most standards, he is not invulnerable and can easily overestimate his own durability. Taken for Granite: Between his appearance and limited vocabulary many beings underestimate Rock's intellect and insight. Apart from his Eclipse and Nae-Dae he has difficulty making others take his opinions seriously or even convincing some that he is a legitimately sentient creature. Abilities: - 10 - 4 - 10 + 4 + 8 + 4 = - 8PP Strength: 44/20/- (+17) Dexterity: 6 (-2) Constitution: - Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 18 (+4) Charisma: 14 (+2) Combat: 16 + 16 = 32PP Initiative: -2 Attack: +7 (+8 Base, -1 Growth) Grapple: +32 (+7 Attack, +17 Strength, +2 Density, +4 Growth, +2 Super-Strength) Defense: +7 (+8 Base, -1 Growth), +3 Flat-Footed Knockback: -16 Saving Throws: 0 + 5 + 8 = 13PP Toughness: +17 (+12 Protection, +3 Density, +2 Growth; Impervious 3) Fortitude: - (Immune) Reflex: +3 (-2 Dex, +5) Will: +12 (+4 Wis, +8) Skills: 64R = 16PP Bluff 3 (+5) Computers 3 (+5) Intimidate 11 (+15) Knowledge (Galactic Lore) 8 (+10) Knowledge (Physical Sciences) 3 (+5) Knowledge (Technology) 3 (+5) Language 1 (Galstandard, Phaesti [Native]) Medicine 1 (+5) Notice 6 (+10) Pilot 12 (+10) Sense Motive 11 (+15) Survival 2 (+6) Feats: 33PP Improved Grab Improved Pin Interpose Equipment 2 Sidekick 24 Startle Stunning Attack Takedown Attack 2 Equipment: 10EP = 2PP Binoculars; Super-Senses 4 (Visual; Extended 2 [1000' Range Increment], Infravision, Tracking) [4EP] Ship Communicator; Communications 5 (Radio, 5 miles; Extras: Area, Flaws: Limited [Other Crew Communicators]) + Super-Senses 1 (Communication Link [ship, Radio]) [6EP] Powers: 91 + 25 = 116PP Rock Person Physiology 18 (90PP Container [Passive, Permanent]; Power Feats: Innate) [91PP] Density 6 (+12 Strength, +3 Toughness [impervious], +2 Immovable, +2 Super-Strength, x5 Mass; Extras: Duration [Permanent, +0]) [18PP] Immunity 32 (Critical Hits, Fortitude Effects) [30PP] Immunity 10 (Electricity Damage, Fire/Heat Damage; Flaws: Limited [Half]) [5PP] Growth 4 (Large, +8 Strength, +2 Toughness; Extras: Duration [Permanent, +0]) [12PP] Protection 12 [12PP] Regeneration 10 (Recovery Bonus 5 [+0], Resurrection 1 [1 Week]; Flaws: Source [Rocks], Power Feats: Persistent, Regrowth) [5PP] Super-Strength 2 (Effective Strength 69, Heavy Load ~200 tons; Power Feats: Bracing, Countering Punch) [6PP] Molten Core 12 (24PP Array; Power Feats: Alternate Power 1) [25PP] Base: Enhanced Strength 24 [24PP] AP: Damage 12 (Extras: Area [General, Cone], Secondary Effect, Flaws: Action [Full]) [24PP] (eruption) Drawbacks: -3PP Geologuistics (Can Only Vocalize 'Rock' in Galstandard, DC 15 Sense Motive Check to Discern Meaning; Frequency: Very Common; Intensity: Minor) [-3PP] DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC32 Toughness Damage Eruption Area [General, Cone] DC22 Reflex Half Damage DC27 Toughness Damage [Secondary Effect] Totals: Abilities (-8) + Combat (32) + Saving Throws (13) + Skills (16) + Feats (33) + Powers (116) - Drawbacks (3) = 199/217 Power Points

"Not killing you. Idiot." Trevor looked like he dearly wanted to sock Hendawhit in the jaw but he simply stood and towered over the pathetic, dejected would-be sorcerer, folding his arms. The harsh lights of the garage reflected in the ruby rings of his eyes like smouldering embers. "Get up. Can't make amends if you're dead." Though he did not raise his voice the instruction carried the implicit weight of an unquestionable order. He made no move to help Hendawhit to his feet. Travis walked over to stand beside his grandson with a nearly identical expression, cane tapping against the floor with each step. "Who in blackest blazes said you needed superpowers to do justice?" he demanded in a voice that could have snuffed an open flame with its chill. "Shortcuts? Excuses? Look at yourself. Still expecting an easy way out. There's more iron in your blood than that."

"Sweet talk tis my only talk!" Set defended himself with an ear to ear grin, bowing theatrically before addressing Tsunami's less distracted concerns. "Bog down not in the details, oh dazzling sapphire! Were Sekhmet to crush one of our misguided miscreants' firearms between her freakishly strong man hands--" He gestured over to the warrior goddess who gave him a glare powerful enough to take years off of the life of anyone who wasn't already an immortal. "Well, she shan't now, but were she to do so we would all sleep a mildly sounder sleep, aye?" Sauntering over to the telepathic speedster, he threw an arm around Will's shoulders. "Thoughtspeed has the right of things! Sharp fellow, here. And interest or not, a favour be owed," he added a little more seriously, though the change in tone was undercut by an nonchalant shrug. "Tis a god thing. Terribly technical, no reason to bore you."

Leaning nonchalantly against a pile of rubble and running a hand over the top of his head through his brick red dreadlocks, Set favoured Fischler with a heart-stopping smile. "I like how you feigned uncertainty as to my name, tis cute," he told her coyly, lowering his hand to run a thumb across the edges of its other fingernails idly, the very picture of casual confidence. "As to what transpired, well! The Lady Thrude and I were merely discussing the weather with yon accident prone pair. In the manner of storm gods, naturally." Set reflected inwardly that were he to turn his current expression into a .gif, sunglasses would have descended from the heavens to grace his countenance. He mentally added that to his do to list.