Supercape

GM Abdul was tearing down the darkness like he was born to it. Mr Sting, a little less so, although he seemed as comfortable as any man in the darkness. He was living right next to a tunnel leading into the Mesa. That did strange things to a man's mind, for better and for worse. Although it Mr. Stings unkempt and insane case, it was probably largely for the worse. The tunnel bent and twisted, and like everything around here, in more than four dimensions. But it was less twisted than one might fear, and less bent than one might anticipate. They ended up in a large cavern, dimly lit by diffuse grey light. In the middle a throne of stone, around them carvings and engravings from forgotten times, full of snakes and ancient mad Gods.... "Here he is!" said Abdul triumphently, although no-one was there to be seen...

Starshot "Good thinking" noted Starshot, impressed with Laark's tactical acumen. "It will also stop them using the base again". So, it seemed the plan was set. Starshot, Laark, and Loreen sent about - with good pace - stripping the base of anything they could reasonably use. Medical supplies, rations, energy cells, tools being the priority. Then, once stripped of what they could, it was time to detonate the place. If possible, to make it look like an accident. As Laark noted, even if they did spot it was deliberate, it would slow them down. After detonation, it was time to go look for the Ul-Mor once more. And, as Soreen noted, this time they were not stumbling around on foot!

Echohead... "Wuh-wuh-well that could have gone buh-better!" said Echohead, wiping sweat from his brow, his brain fuzzy with having absorbed something very strange indeed from Echohead. He felt he needed to sit down. And so he sat down. He thought he might need to lie down. For a week. But it was hardly the time to do so. "Blackstar is up to something" he said, worried. "This was the point of the spear. And whilst it may have shattered, the hand behind it is surely still strong and furious" "My name is Echohead, for those who do not know it" he said, by way of belated introduction. "I work with AEGIS. Pleased to meet you all!"

Rev Rev looked at Chromium for a moment. Something about him was awfully familiar...but right now, she had other things on her mind. "Murder ain't cool!" she said, rather redundantly. "Of course, we are all here to help! We can't have high speed races leading to death!" she said, with a grin. Of course, risk and adrenaline were part of the deal, but that deal didn't include getting shot at. If nothing else, it wasn't fair play! "Maybe the shooter is still here...if so, we have some questions to ask him...or her!"

Lets put those cybernetic eyes (and all those PP plowed into supersenses!) to some use. Seeing if X Ray vision (or, if applicable, IR vision or the remotely possible UV vision) picks up anything. I guess thats a search roll, taking 10 to get a 21 result.

The Red Rat "Eight choices...." whispered the Rat to Venomax. "And not a lot to choose from...." She imagined the key cards they had would open the doors. Not a certain thing, but likely. But the cards only had a few "charges", and wild experimentation was a gamble at best. ++Anokha...you picking up anything in the Ratcopter? Any chatter that might help? Fifth floor has eight sealed off rooms...and we don't know which one to pick....++ Not yet, anyway. She activated her green tinged cybernetic eyes. X-Ray vision, Infrared. Perhaps something would show up behind those mysterious doors! That is, unless they were lead-lined, which, knowing this corperation, was surely a possibility!

Snakebite The beast. A myth born of lunar eclipse, perhaps... ...but perhaps a beast of flesh and bone, or eldritch sinew! And then, it seemed a moon Goddess appeared in front of them! And a question. What did bring them here? A number of reasons, not all as noble as she would like. "Exploration" she answered back, trying to be cool, yet not quite succeeding. This was a complicated situation, to say the least. "We wish to understand the...past?" she stammered slightly. Time seemed rather less than straightforward right now. "And who are you?" she added, trying to rebalance the state of affairs.

GM "Glass?" spluttered Mr. Sting. "Ain't no time to be talking about glass. Abdul here is a snitch, a toerag. I got business to attend to. And by business, I mean gutting him and lettin' him boil in my own special juice!" said Mr. Sting, his face a grin of pleasure and a contortion of anger at the same time. "Ill take you all to the Snake then! Woe betide you all!" said Abdul, melodramatically. He turned from smoke into flesh again, and proceeded to run - with fair athlectisism, down the tunnel. Mr. Sting paused a moment. "I don't like whats down there...but I ain't got no choice! its a matter of honour!" he declared, and so determined, he gripped his poison knife and ran after Abdul into the near darkness...

Im not sure if it needs a check! Both Replica and Synapse are smart enough to realise the situation is serious, but the Plane could be landed. Landed safely is a more difficult feat!

GM Yasser gave a big yawn, and one could almost see the shiny sparks of power that leapt between his teeth. He looked more bored than tired, and there was a growing restlessness in him. After all, with all that power - what would one do? From what the Scarab had heard about Yasser, he was cold and callous, full of greed, of self importance. He needed to let people know he was the boss, and would jump at anything that would increase his own power. A victim of vanity. Although fortune had lamentable smiled on him. He clenched his fists once, twice, and stood up, still apparently unaware of his deafness. He was too preoccupied to notice the difference between complete silence and near silence. He walked to the door of the lounge, unaware of the Scarab, and started walking down to the basement...

GM Cassie's eyes snapped back to the present in time with the sickening crack she heard. She could only imagine it was the sound of bones splintering. "Sacrifice. It must be" she muttered, mainly to herself, looking around the observatory trying to fuse the past and the present. To orientate herself. "They --- the natives --- I think they were trying to ward off some ghost or spirit. With blood and flesh and bones, sacrificed to some God..." It was speculation, of course. And probably not entirely accurate. But...it was something along those lines. "A protective spirit, perhaps. Except it ceased to be a protector and became a hunter. Or something like that..." She moved up to the Altar, examining it closely...

Fine by me

GM And so... Once more, North and Replica where on the WEST jet, flying across northern Europe towards Moscow. Somewhere, at this point, over Helsinki. The Jet was fast and sleek, and it would only be another hour or so until they reached Moscow. North was having - or at least trying to have - a little mid-air nap, but clearly the worries of the day were laying heavy on his shoulders and despite the comfort of the Jet it was a fitful sleep at best. Whatever sleep he or Synapse might, or might not be having was soon to come to a mid-air halt. The plane veered to one side and a loud explosion could be heard. One wing was on fire!

Using Postcognition to a/ see where the moonlight would strike through the ceiling b/ see if the history of the bones (or who they belonged to) can be elucidated!

Snakebite Wordlessly, Cassie knelt down to examine the bones. First thing, she thought, was to work out if they were human. They might be animal. They might be... Well, the Lemurian empire, ancient as it was, walked these lands countless years ago. And whilst it had collapsed, the Lemurian's were forgotten but not gone. "They might well be. Human sacrifice, perhaps?" she mused, looking up at the apetrure in the roof. She wished now she had come here at night - one could only imagine the moonlight streaming through in the temple of the moon. Where would the moonlight shine? And what times of the month? Perhaps...a little glimpse of the past might be helpful? Her eyes glazed over as her mind streamed back through time...

Red Rat Picking up on Akhona's communication signal was easy enough for SLAVE, and fortunately SLAVE was being helpful - or at least non-obstructive. It seemed the Soviet computer in her head was running smoothly; perhaps because it seemed they were fighting Capatilist corruption. ++Interesting! Dr Tomas Rojero...we best keep a look out for him, or his reasearch...And even if there are two targets, that's a darn sight better than the whole building. I agree, anything sealed under that kind of shielding is going to be the target, or at least very likely to be...++ Of course, in the world of spycraft, be it political or corperate, it was always possible that false targets were put up, and the real target was in plain sight. But thinking too much like that was madness; one just had to keep an open mind. "Venom, lets try the fifth floor first" she whispered to the man himself. "Probably more exposed than the sub-basement. And keep your eyes peeled!"

Snakebite "A good choice of words" replied Cassie, rather white herself. She had been around long enough to know that there was magic and occult forces pumping through the ether of the world. But ghosts was something new. "I think I just have..." She let the words sink in. For both herself and Neil. Must be the ring. However, the Ghosts seemed harmless. Not that seeming harmless and being harmless were one and the same. But as far as she can tell, she was seeing echoes of the past. "Shades, ghosts, spirits. Its like I am catching glimpses of the past" she explained, although in truth it was a mystery still. "Lets see if we can get to the observatory. If we need too, we will climb!" she said, boldly. "Which only makes me more interested in this temple. I think it is more than rocks and stones" she said, determined.

In case it is relevant re: earthquakes and local geography. Kn Earth Sciences: 1d20+7 16

Snakebite Human Sacrifice...lets hope that dosen't mean us! having studied history and religious practice around the world (and especially South America) she was familiar enough with the pattern of religion and how it splintered and transformed with shifting cultures. Themes emerged as she went through the artifacts. She was rather interested (professionally) in the concoction of drugs used - again, a common enough theme for ritualistic (and often voluntary) human sacrifice. She wondered exactly what was in that concoction - some plants had a touch of eldritch about them, for certain. "Earthquakes make for a sorry bedfellow" replied Cassie, studying the map. "And the further down we are, the more dangerous they become" she reasoned (perhaps incorrectly!). "Let us start at the top and work down. The observatory first!"

Mr Murk Mr. Murk considered the words of Dreadnought, Voin, and Frost carefully. "I am not the master of the Codus, more its book-keeper" he said, dutifully. "I suppose that, as Morgen for certain, and the Duke, mayhap, are immortal then the offer to sign should be brought to them. Although, as you say, Morgen is unlikely to be bound by any code or law..." "I do not think this makes her dangerous, more...unpredictable. A loose cannon. I shall keep my eyes, such as they are, on her" he said with his inhuman smile. "And not these blind ones" he added, for clarity. "The Duke, I think, is ultimately self - interested. Not cruel or sadistic. Far worse than he have signed the Codus, and he is a man of talent. My only concern is whether he would help another in need. Mayhap, if he signs..." He turned his attention back to Dr Sin. "We shall, of course, have to ensure that Dr Sin is not subject to inhuman torment. I shall see what I can do in this regard. I do not doubt that the law would prevent such torment, but on the other hand, individuals can bend and break laws. In any case, he is playing some scheme, I have no doubt. I will do what I can to find it out, but..." He shrugged, almost embarressed. "There are limits to my powers and influence. My apologies...." Continued (much later) in...

Taking 10 on Kn: History this time for 25 (if relevant!)

Snakebite 'Twas not a refreshing sleep, but it was sleep nonetheless. The voices...hallucinations? magic? ghosts? Whatever it was, something was so very very spooky! Taking advantage of the hours of dawn, with Neil asleep, Cassie decided on three things. Tea. Looking at the artifacts. Reading Neils Journal. Not necessarily in that order, of course, and yet she decided that tea was the first order of business. For with tea, the terrible seemed less terrible and the miserable less miserable. It was a fine start to the day on any day, and she needed all the fine she could right now. Especially with that darned ring on her finger. Beyonce was not, she thought, singing about this type of ring. So armed with beverage, she set to work reading and examining....

Echohead Spending 10 PP on new power Super Senses 10 (Analytical, Accurate, Acute, Extended 1 [x10], Ranged, Radius, Detect Minds [3]) [10 PP] "Detect Brains" Reverberated - TA

GM Smokey snapped, his orange sunglasses flaring with an orange light. "Yeah, idiot! I am going somewhere away from here! I got places to burn!" he yelled back. From his jacket, he pulled out a small orange gun of unusual design. "You got your mad woman villain, now you just harrasin me!" he said, leaning out of the suspended buggy and firing his gun at Queenie. A mighty red hot fireball flew through the air. you could almost feel the air around it sizzle. Queenie was fast enough to duck, and the fireball flew over her head to crash into a nearby gnarled bush that promptly burst into flame!

In repsonse to being hoisted, Smokey is going pull out his fire-pistol and ZAP! (well, a fire zap) Fire zap: 1d20+10 16 which misses. Meaning, I think, we are back into conflict mode! Initiative Rolls please! : 3#1d20 13 12 7 with bonuses means Greenfingers goes on 19, Smokeys Bandits on 13, and Smoket on 16