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Flux Getting close to a singularity was a nervous business for anybody, at least if they knew what a Singularity was. Arguably Flux was one of the people most equipped to deal with them, but on the other hand he had an excellent grasp of what they could do. Like spaghettification. "Where's the station gone?" Or, more precisly, why couldn't they sense it? He rather doubted it was a sensor problem. But even so, it was best to be sure. With a frown of concentration, he opened up a quantum tunnel to the space-time region where the station had been, seeing if he could pick up a signal...

POST! Also, Flux is using ESP (Radio Senses) to detect anything from the stations (presumed) location, with his rather impressive radio senses!

GM Triborg flowed to a stop, his own magnetic powers grinding and screeching. He wobbled and spun, and managed to crawl two dozen yards further along the monorail, but then came to a stop. All he could do was plant his two feet on the rail itself and hope no train was a 'comin! So impaired, Gauss could easily catch up with him. "This man is a Foundry scientist!" he yelled at Gauss. "He's a crook, he's a villain! And I need him!"

Lets drop out of combat for a moment for some good old fashion talking!

GM It was not a difficult task, draining the residual terminus energy. Now that Ether was gone, the reactor was not stable, and was reverting to its normal experimental function. Unformfortable, perhaps. For there was a lot of energy left, and leeching it out was unpleasant, like draining pus from an abscess. Easy, but uncomfortable. Agent Lulu rushed in, doing her duty. The coast was clear, the building evacuated. "What happened?" she asked, scratching her head.

Thats a bit of a stretch to understand all of that, but you do get the feeling he is being honest at least.

GM "Thats a good a deal as Ill get" said Zip. "And...for what its worth, I'm sorry its you that got pulled into this mess" He scuttled off to Ether's unconscious body. "Come on then, mad professor! Its time you did your bit to save all existence, rather than your own skin" Zip started to fiddle with his own D-hopper gauntlet. "Delta, theres a great film in this era, isn't there? A classic thing about time travel and robots and cyborgs. What was that catchphrase now....hmmmm...." He gave one final cunnning smile to Delta, and a mischevious wink. "I'll be back!!!!" And then he and Ether were gone.

GM "As we are speaking frankly, yes, I did" replied Zip. He looked slightly ashamed. Not repentant, but ashamed. He started circling slowly towards Ether. "Contain him? I don't know. I'll figure something out" he said confidently. "The future has, as you may appreciate, many what you might call futuristic technologies. From your perspective, anyway. Not that things are that simple when the dimensions are all smashed together" He gave Delta an inquiring eye. "But this is a neat solution to our little predicament isn't it? A comprimise, you might say. I don't get exactly what I want, you don't get exactly what you want. But the multiverse survives..." "...I hope. At least, it gives it a chance of surviving...."

GM The Black Rose did not turn around. His glass domed helmet did not swivel. But the orange gas inside did reform, with his face now facing Oz. "Ah! A magician! A wizard! A sorcerer! Much better company! I am a pleased to meet you, Sir!" he said, politely, to Oz. "I plead your indulgence. Free me from this cursed fae!" he demanded. "Who you calling Fae?" blurted Penny, who fortunately at her ears concealed by Oz's costume. "Him! This wild and mad creature!" answered the Black Rose, kind of nodding towards Neverboy. "Do excuse my cheese golem!" he added with deference to Oz. "It is an experimental creature! The blue veins were most difficult to cultivate. But, I consider it a first step! A success, in a way, despite its massive failings - which I do not deny!"

ok so that automatically hits, as perception range. Gauss - 3 HP I think thats best handled as opposed flight vs telekenesis. Opposed Rolls: 2#1d20 13 15 which is actually a draw, but I think we should hand it to Gauss as arguably it should be his Power Rank x2. Post that IC if you will!

GM Zip considered the matter carefully. "I've seen what you can do. I don't fancy my chances in a fight" he started. "But on the other hand, its a chance I may have to take. I need that Terminus Energy. I'm prepared to lay down my life if I can stop Collapse. Or even just strike a blow against him" he said. "My only decision now is if I have a better chance of doing so if I walk away and try and get the energy from somewhere else. Or I get the energy from that reactor. Hell, I'd suck you clean dry if I had to" he said, ominously. "To be honest, I had planned to. Don't take offence. I set out the bait, I drew you in. Then it all went to hell as we went the long way around. Kind of got to like you. Would have regretted using you. But then, jackpot! Ether transformed this reactor for me...." He looked down at Ether. "Guess the Professor did me a favour" he said. Then the idea struck him. "And he's my best hope...."

GM "Sure, sure, keep the camera's rolling" said Blowfish to Justice. "TURN THEM OFF!" shouted Kidd. "Keep them rolling. See? Intimidation. Ill make a full confession, sure. At gun point...." laughed Blowfish. Poor Jackson didn't know where to point his camera. It wobbled this way and that. But Jack Jackson himself was in complete ecstacy. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would catch such incredible drama on camera! He was mentally imagining his prized and awards, the A list congratulating him on his bravery. A primetime show on Supervision... "Idiot!" said Kidd to Justice. He kept hold of his shotgun. "You think a confession is going to stand now?" "Give me that camera!" demanded Kidd of Jackson. He raised his shotgun just an inch towards Jackson. It wasn't quite pointing at Jackson. But it was intimidation. Again. Blowfish could not resist a smile at the way events were unfolding.

GM They were not scrap, but they were flying. That situation soon reversed. As the magnetic field whipped through the air, the two Foundry Robots spluttered and jerked, and their jets went cold. They had nothing to keep them in the air, so down, down, down they fell, and hit the streets below. Hard. Now they were not flying, and they were scrap. Triborg kept sailing away, his captive in one of his three mechanical arms, zipping along the monorail with a significant headstart...

Also for reference, Gauss is fatigued

I presume thats built as touch range, area extra! Some Reflex Rolls for the area effect 1st Reflex Saves: 4#1d20+3 4 7 17 16 actually only needed the first two, and both fail, so they get the full effect. They have no will save so its opposed nullify vs the power in question Opposed Rolls: 2#1d20 3 9 both bad rolls, but with your +7 nullify you can switch off their flight. THis causes them to fall, and its a big fall. So big, in fact, that I am going waive the tough save and let them perish on the streets below!

So I am not quite sure what to roll...but here are some numbers Perform Wind doesnt have skill mastery so just rolling that Perform Wind: 1d20+11 28 ill certainly be keeping that! [NB the sheet is wrond should be 4 (+11) ] Lament also has skill mastery in Sleight ogf Hand and Acting giving him a 27 and a 30 result respectively.

Lament A callous and cruel heart! But nevermind, he surpressed his anger. Part of him wanted to take the King over his knee and give him a jolly good spanking. Perhaps he would, one day. But not here, not now. This was his territory, and his court. He was fairly sure that the King would be no pushover, even one on one. "Very well then, oh great and powerful King!" He cleared his throught. How to elicit tears? or maybe just to entertain??? He took a pipe from a nearby elf and started playing an ominous lament. This was not his instrument of choice, but it would verily set the mood. In a flash, he turned into the great ZOMBO! voodoo magician and terrifically terrifying. "Behold! As I summon the spectres of the underworld!" Of course, he had the skill, but he chose to add a little void magic. Illusions of spectral skeletons arose from the ground. "Now then! Pick a card...any card!!!" And so the show began!

GM Zip did not drop his rifle, but he lowered it. "I'm not threatening you. You are threatening me! All of existance, in fact!" he said, spinning things around. "All I need is terminus energy. And lots of it" he said. "As for seeing my intentions...." "You can't" he explained simply. "The dimensional streams are locked. Those of us living under the tyrant can escape...with a lot of effort and only temprariliy. But you can't enter. At least, I haven't found a way to do so. Not that anyone would want to" "So I can't show you. I have no way to prove my intentions. But I am desperate! So would you be, in my shoes. You just have to trust me, since I am so very very clever!"

GM "No no no" protested Zip. "You can't see whats going to happen. You don't know what its like in the future. You will. And then you will be sorry" He pulled out his rifle. "I'm not going to become a tyrant. And even if I did, I wont be collapse. I could drain all the Nihilus energy in the multiverse but I won't be able to do what he does" he explained. "I'm sorry, I really am. But I need this energy. The multiverse needs this energy. Trust me. I know its dangerous, but its desperate times ahead" He grew more determined. "I need that energy. I've been searching for ages to find some. Subtle alterations here, subtle alterations there. All to probe the realities and the times before for a good source. Like you, for instance. You would have done fine. But now I have something even better...." "Please, can't you trust me on this?"

GM "Of course, your Kingliness!" said Lament, humble and modest in his bow. "I would, as I am sure you know, not give you replacement, for there could be no such replacement for a King's tears, and I would not give you forgery, for no such forgery would fool your Kingly senses!" "Now then, Sir, what form of entertainment seek ye?" he asked. "Or mayhap it is not entertainment you seek. What would you feel now, if you saw the lamentations of children? Perhaps we should see the children you stole? See what stirs in your heart then?"

Notice: 1d20+13 25 Sgt Shark has low light vision, although that wont help with full darkness. Other than that, accurate acute olfactory senses. Both visual and olfactory are extended 1 [x10 distance] If it comes down to it, he also has blind fight feat.

GM "It wasn't stolen, if that what you mean" said the Black Rose, cursing under his breath in Italian. "It disintegrated. My experiments in astral projection were most illuminating but took its toll on my body" he explained. "I was transmogrified into ethereal gas! Not ideal, by any measure. It took me centuries of drifting through time and space to reform myself, and even then, I required this leather and glass container to hold my form together" There was perhaps a trace of bitterness, but the Black Rose seemed more of a pragmatist. A practical man, who did not let despair or sourness get in his way of solving a problem. The Blackness evaporated as quickly as it appeared. "Now, enough from me. I need to find a path to the land of evergreen. It is not a safe place, and this is why I created a Golem to protect me. Now, tell me, are you my foe or ally? or just an annoying insect?"

GM The floor beneath the Wall was already grinding with his weight. The building was only half finished and not exactly built to first class standards. It promptly collapsed in splintered into dust. The Wall tried grabbing onto the sides of the hole, but he was too slow. Crash - Bang - Whallop! The Wall, being so heavy, fell through four floors, pausing each time to crack open a path to the floor below. It sounded painful. "Nice move, Justice!" said Kidd, with a wink. "You sure arrested that Mexican Scu----I mean that Mexican criminal!" "Give it up for my pal Justice, who clearly has a grrrrreat career in helping me do my job!" he said to the camera. He gave the cut off sign to Jackson. "What?" said Jackson. "Can't have cameras showing everything!" grinned Kidd, fingering his shotgun. "Due process and criminal legislation and so on..." Jackson paused, not knowing quite what to do...

Cant really miss the floor, and it is fragile enough to colapse. I will, however, give the Wall a Reflex Save DC 15 to avoid falling through. Reflex Save: 1d10+5 11 and down he falls. Thats a good 10 foot fall, butthe problem is he is going to (As he is so heavy) fall through several flights. So Im giving him a net DC 20 Tough Save Tough Save vs Fall: 1d20+8 11 dazed, bruised, injured! (And at the bottom of the building)

Echohead When Echohead met Geckohead Of all the strange and disturbing universes that filled the multiverses, one of the silliest (and in this matter, the competition was stiff) was the Ani-Verse. One could not say it was malign. One could not say it was cruel. One could not even say it was irrational (if one fully understood the nature of the multiverse). However, one could confidently say it was silly. If one lived on the so-called Earth-Prime universe, that is. For silliness was no doubt relative to the observers position of normality. And what is so bad about silly, anyway? In the Ani-verse, all heroes and villains and people betwixt the two lived as anthropomorphic counterparts. Johnny Rocket lived as Johnny Rabbit. The Meta Grue as Morphamoose. Captain Thunder as Captain Thunderkat. And Echohead as Geckohead. The psychic lizard. And now, as Freedom City wobbled in the midst of a wake of dimensional splinters, fractures and all-out wormholes, Geckohead arrived in Freedom City, Earth-Prime. This prompted a response from the already over-stretched AEGIS, who were coordinating with the other agencies from the police department to W.E.S.T. on containing the catastrophe. This response in question arrived outside the garden shop of Umberto Velluti, aka Echohead. The black Van screeched to a halt, and two AEGIS in cool sunglasses jumped out, trying to look cool despite the urgency of the situation. Arguably, they succeeded, for such was the power of cool sunglasses. “Mr. Velluti! Come with us! Code Alice Dixon!” “Oh dear!” said Umberto, dropping his clippers. “An Alice Dixon! Well of course, I shall come right away!” he said, trying to remember what an Alice Dixon was, and failing quite miserably. Not that he let on, of course. Instead he brought out his cool sunglasses from his pocket, and placed them over his eyes. It helped he feel just that little bit more like James Bond, and a little bit less like a whimpering coward. In truth, he was a little bit of both. “Let’s go!” And off they went, speeding across Freedom City in a cool black van. “There’s a Gecko loose in Freedom City” explained one of the agents. “What? Geckoman? Is he ramming Hospital’s again?” blubbered Echohead. He was still struggling to keep up with all this superhero information and history. But he didn’t need to study very hard to remember that incident. “No” “What then? A giant mutant radioactive Gecko with laser beam eyes? That would be cool” “No. An alternate version of you. Geckohead. A psychic Gecko” said the Agent, firmly. “Although…yes, a giant radioactive Gecko would be cool” he conceded. The Van continued its rapid journey through the streets. As it happened, Geckohead had landed from Ani-Earth in a suitable spot. The central park of Freedom City. There he stood, all impressive nearly four feet of him, green as an apple, with fins and fingers and gecko eyes. And, unlike a Gecko, teeth, tongue and fully capable of speech. “What’s going on? I-I-I-say what’s g-g-g-going?” he called out. Now, Geckohead was not a malign soul. He was in fact a respected superhero in Ani-Earth (more or less respected, anyway). But his psychic brain was quite scrambled from the dimensional upheaval. He was confused and disorientated and, most importantly, scared. This combined with a somewhat slippery grasp over his powers (that’s what dimensional shenanigans can do) had led him to suck out the thoughts of all wanderers and strollers of the park, desperate to find out what was happening. He was none the wiser, but those said wanderers and strollers sat or lay on the grass, dribbling slightly, void of intelligence. Fortunately, such thought theft was only temporary, but it was still a most sorry state of affairs. “We are here” said the Agent to Echohead as they arrived in the van. “We need to stop this. We need to….” He paused, his face blank. “Who are you?” he asked Echohead. “Where are we?” He pulled out his taser. “What’s going on?” He paused, looking rather ashamed. “Who am I?” he asked. “What’s this?” he said, looking down the barrel of the taser. Echohead decided it was time to act. The taser might have been non-lethal, but he didn’t want the agent enucleating his own eyeball by accidentally fiddling with it. He reached into the Agent’s mind, tugged a few strings, and sent him to sleep. Looked like he was on his own on this one. He stepped out of the van, feeling sweat on the back of his neck and on his forehead. He gulped, but held his nerve. If he backed out now, a lot of people might die. He held his hands up in a sign of placating surrender, and slowly advanced on Geckohead. It was not long before he felt a familiar tug on his brain, the thoughts screaming to leave his head and furrow their way into Geckohead’s. So that’s what it feels like! It was not an unpleasant situation. Like drifting off to sleep, or feeling the anaesthetic flow through the vein. But, due to some quirk of psychic synchronisation (their powers being so similar) and his own hardy will, he managed to put the brakes on the effect. His thoughts stayed firmly within his own cranium. “Wh-wh-wh-why whos are you?” said Geckohead, assuming a cliched startled pose. Echohead could swear that he saw Geckohead’s pop out of his eyes on optic nerve stalks for a second. “I-I-I-“ started Echohead. He stuttered too, of course. But somehow he was triggered by Geckoheads similar speech pattern. He clamped his teeth shut, breathed in, and breathed out. “I am Echohead. This world’s version of…you….I think” he gulped. “Unb-b-believable!” said a shocked Geckohead, his fins erecting in surprise. “But true!” interjected Echohead. “How do I know?” asked Geckohead, somewhat suspiciously. “I---I can’t read your brain? Good golly gumdrops! My head is so full of thoughts!” he said, a pained look on his lizard face, as his webbed hands clutched the sides of his head. “You are draining all the thoughts of these people! You are going to kill them, if you don’t stop!” “K-Kill? I don’t want to kill anybody!” said Geckohead, gulping. It looked like he was sweating, even though lizards don’t sweat. “You will if you don’t stop!” “I c-c-cant stop!!!” This would not do at all. Whilst Echohead (and Geckoheads) power were generally benign and non-lethal, there were limits. Aside from the dangers of dehydration and starvation from a massive long lasting drain, what if someone was driving and forgot how to drive? Or, heaven forbid, was flying a plane overhead and forgot how to fly? Echohead looked up ahead, just to check the sky, now that the horrific thought had entered his head. Fortunately, they were clear. “Well then, I’ll have to make you forget how to make people forget!” he said. “M-m-makes sense to me, pard’ner!” said Geckohead. Although Geckohead did not resist, the fact that their psychic abilities were so closely aligned made it furiously hard. Echohead could find the part of Geckohead’s brain he needed to unravel, but it was a herculean task. It took all of his might to do so, and he feared he might pop a blood vessel whilst doing so. He collapsed onto the parks grass, realising that his psychic exertion had caused him to neglect breathing for several seconds. He gasped sweet oxygen back into his lungs. “What’s…I say…What’s going on?” said a confused Geckohead, looking around. Maybe Echohead had pulled a little too hard. “Don’t worry…don’t worry” he gasped. “I had to stop you. The effects are temporary. You lost control of your powers. Made everyone here a little bit…” He pointed at the vacant expressions of the citizens around them. “…although they will recover, I’m sure” he added, reassuringly. “Golly!” gulped Geckohead. “I’m so v-very sorry! I didn’t mean to do that. One moment I was talking with Furball, and then I went…” ZAP! In a flash of seven (or so) dimensions, Geckohead was gone. One could only hope back to his own dimension, and one could only hope that Echohead’s temporary psionic nullification lingered long enough. It would not do at all for Geckohead to wreak the same havoc on Ani-Earth as he did here…