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I am going to guess that Scarab is essentially readying an action for when Yasser fires? In which case we could handle it as a rather assuming simultaneous attack and then go to initiative?

GM "Bah! Talking never solved anything" grunted the Gas Man. "Certainly never helped when a man just doing his job accidentally dropped a tear gas grenade...." he added, with emphasis. Finnigan, for some reason, seemed quite unaffected by the tear gas. Still, worldlessly, he decided that this was not a fight he wished to engage in. He stumbled around, and started shuffling off through the cracks and debris of the ruined building. "Hmmm that usually works. I mean...that accident usually works" he muttered. "Still, looks like you are a skinny little thing, Finnigan. Gonna be a pleasure bustin you up. I mean, restraining you peacefully using minimum force" With that matter cleared up, the Gas Man started after Finnigan. He was much faster, much fitter than Finnigan (who looked like he was a very old man by the way he moved) and had caught up in no time....

Round 1 16 - Finnigan 15 - Gas Man 12 - Justice - Blinded [DC 12 Recover], 1 HP 6 - Fingers Finnigan and the Gas Man are essentially going to chase this round, ducking into the cracks of the building they are in. The Gas Man is considerably fitter than the shuffling Finnigan, so I will say that this round, the Gas Man closes the distance. They are twenty or thirty feet from you and have partial cover. Justice is up, and can start the round with a recovery fort save from the tear gas!

Can you throw me an attack roll for that, Ex?

Rev "Whoa!" yelped Rev. She didn't see that coming! Well, she actually did see the guard coming at her. Which was fortunate for both her and, more importantly, the guard. "This works best with balls, not people!" She focussed on her left arm - the synthetic skin ripped and the arm elongated ten, twenty feet, the still human-looking hand grasping on to the guard at the end. With another click! her arm fell off. This was not a horrible injury. It was, in fact, quite painless. Rev could detatch her arms and keep control of them. "Lets get you to safety! Hold on!" she told the guard, as her arm fell to the floor and started slithering away carrying the guard with it!

Rev will certainly try to catch the guard. With an elongating and detatchable limb. I guess that uses up all her actions this round, however.

Initiative: 1d20+11 15

Snakebite "Nothing ever got out to record it" whispered Cassie, grimly. She whipped her flashlight round and gripped her Tranq-gun. "Something down here with us. Something fast...in the dark...." Something that strangles men and breaks bones....? Cassie was a bold sort. Her eyes could see in the dim light and she was as well equipped as anybody to deal with tomb raiding. But even she could feel the tightness of skin and throat, the wetness of neck and palm, and the flutter of her heart. The adrenaline was kicking in. She felt the barrel of the pistol shake slightly. She gritted her teeth, and slowly moved around the jars, to confront whatever she had seen....

GM The mighty punch rocked the Giant Snakes head in quite the opposite direction to Venomax's punch. And, with its skull being forced this way by a powerful headbutt, and that way by a powerful fist, it clearly decided the only right and proper thing was to go to sleep. Its giant black eyes glazed, its tongue lolled, and then the huge coiled body went limp, releasing Venomax. Meanwhile, the fastest insects - flying ants, scuttling spiders, even some remarkably horribly agile millipedes and some hopping toads, started swarming over both Dust Devil and Venomax. Biting, nipping, spitting in a wave of ghastliness. And this was just the fastest of them - still spartan. From the pores of the cavern they crawled and slithered, a giant black wave of seething creatures. Abdul screamed in fear, still holding his stabbed abdomen. Mr. Sting...well...he hardly knew what to do. He just stood by the throne, mouth open...

Tough Save: 1d20+6 9 its KOd! Venomax is free. I am presuming that Mr. Sting and the bleeding Abdul are in the centre of the cavern, by the throne and Setho, and the wave of insects will take a few seconds at least to reach them. However, the giant snakes, Dust Devil and Venomax are nearer the periphery, and will get the beginnings of the swarm on you as per IC. Its biting insects - Dust Devil, being insubstantial is effectively immune. Its a nauseate DC 10 effect for Venomax. Thats just the beginning - the sparse wave of fast insects! If either of you want to freak out and play up an insect phobia (millipedes, toads, ants, snakes, scorpions) feel free to propose something for an HP (or, if you want, you could develop a future complication / phobia). They are crawling all over you, and even if Dust Devil is insubstantial, its rather unnerving!

Ok the tear gas grenade is an area (cloud) Nauseate 5 and Dazzle 5 effect, both Fort Saves. DC 15 to save then! Although you do of course get a Reflex DC 15 save vs the area to half that to a DC 13 Fort Save if you make it! Most, but not all, of the Kids / "Fingers" will succumb to the Gas grenade. Finnigan, however, is immune (as is the Gas Man) And its time for initiative! Initiative: 1d20+5 15 Gas Man Initiative: 1d20-1 16 Finnigan Initiative: 1d20+2 6 FIngers

GM "Oh I don't mean eat. I don't even survive. I mean LIVE!" groaned Finnigan, looking weakly and venemously at Justice. "Society didn't do anything but crush bones and soul under the boot. Soup Kitchens? Homeless shelters? You call that living? Pfah, we live better this way, and have do not have to stoop and grovel, we don't have to answer to anyone but ourselves!" "Right on!" came a few voices from the darkness. "Yada yada yada. Bleeding heart. Woe is me. Oh, I'm crying already...." mocked the Gas Man. A gas grenade fell from his hands. "Oooops. Butterfingers! I guess there will be plenty of tears now!" he laughed. Indeed there would be. He had dropped a tear gas grenade....

Rev "Whoa! They are threatening to kill people! That's not cool! If you kill people, they might die from it!" This galvanised Rev into actoin. Not that she really needed galvanising. It was more like it had propelled her to move faster. "JET!" the flames on her feet burnt off her sneakers. "SET!" and now they smoked and burned furiously, the shiny metal feet exposed to the world, lifting her off the ground... "GO!" and she was in the air, soaring at tremendous velocity! "You cant steal that gold! Its theft!" she yelled, as she burned fuel hovering thirty feet above the two Gold men.

Feel free to narrate your boom!

I think given the combined INT of Synapse and Replica, their skills, and the fact that the WEST plane is very well equipped you can narrate that however you wish. The more interesting part, I think, is to make it look like a crash. It will of course look like one at first glance, but the issue is how long - if at all - the forensic examiners will take to determine it is "Fishy" ( by fishy I do not mean that it was you guys deliberately blowing it up, but there are some questionmarks such as lack of bodies, inclonclusive debris, etc). I think thats best done by a straight INT roll (I am open to suggestion!) DC 10 the examiners will take a day (for you guys, automatic!) DC 15 the examiners will take a week DC 20 the examiners will take a month DC 25 they cannot accurately determine, ever, if it was "fishy" I doubt you will need more than a week to get to Moscow, but...who knows?

It is! Feel free to post ic !

GM Cassie snapped back to the present (as far as she could tell) feeling transiently dazed from the shock of violence. "There must be something down here....some protector....!" she concluded. She looked around a moment, wondering if something was going to jump out and throttle her. "Perhaps it has died. But somehow I doubt it. Whatever you do, don't go taking anything!" she told Neil, firmly. She recalled the priestess-Godess' words. "She said something lurks down here...and that we would find answers here too...." There was simply no turning back now. "Our blood sweat and tears as well" she muttered to herself. She didn't mind sweating. She could happily miss the blood and tears. "Lets see what we can find..." she concluded, pressing on with the search...

GM North nodded at both Replica and Synapse. He was finding it hard to think straight. They could be anywhere! anytime! I mean...even I could be a sleeper! No! That way madness lies! He shook himself into focus. "We desperately need a way to counter Red Dawn. Between the Sleeper and Mother Board we are defenceless. I...hate to ask more of you, but if you can find out some way of protecting the world against them, the world, I am sure, would be most grateful...." He pondered the issue of blowing up the plane. "Much as it hurts to say, I think deception is our best weapon. If they think you are dead, they will have no reason to dismantle their training grounds in Moscow. True, they may do so out of pure paranoia, but they will at least think they have breathing space to do so, rather than just burn it" he reasoned. "But...you must take every precaution not to be spotted on your way to Moscow. I hope you can speak Finnish..." he explained. "And we do have a change of clothes around here. Including winter clothes. And even some emergency survival kit" he explained. "I have been out in the field before, many many years ago, when I was working for Medicine Sans Frontiers" he added, rather proudly. "I am rusty, but I think I can survive in the wilderness if we get enough supplies and equipment" "All thats left is to make the plane look like it has crashed. Or exploded. That's a bit beyond my skill set..."

GM "Dear dear" said Finnigan, softly. He moved slowly, almost as if he was in pain. And as he shuffled forward, Justice could smell something rotten about him. Literally. "Woah there....you smell like a latrine!" spluttered the Gas Man. He held his nose with one hand and unslung his SMG with the other. "I have...a condition" mumbled Finnigan, his voice so soft it was almost hypnotic. "...I steal only to feed myself and my fingers. Outcasts, forgotten, unwanted. Society has spurned them and me both, and we have to survive. What is Justice?" he asked Justice. "Do you serve the laws of man, the cruel fixtures of society? or do you serve a more moral cause?" "Yeah yeah, blah blah...whatever man. I just want to get paid. Which means bruising my knuckles on your face and polishing my boots on your kidneys" said the Gas Man, recovering. His morals certain, he started reaching for one of his grenades attached to the bandolier around his chest....

Technically dubious (as grappled means no physical action) but...I can't resist a head butt! Tough Save: 1d20+10 22 oof! Post that if you will, and lets see what Dust Devil can come up with!

That hits! Could you give me the damage roll (1d20+damage of attack) which is opposed by...Opposed STR: 1d20+3 14 Also, I know you are struggling a bit with Goss. If you do wish to abandon ship...well, not ideal, but I don't want to flog a player into playing a PC they do not wish to. On the other hand, if you have any ideas to transform Goss into something more invigorating for you, please jot down any ideas.

Rev "Twenty five dollars and a whistle" That was exactly how much was left to Rev by her Great Uncle, whom she hardly knew and whom had passed away last week. He had been a virtual recluse living in a trailer park and had barely kept in touch with Revs mother (twice in the last five years). It had been a stroke of fortune that anyone had even found his dead body. With such a character, the family lamented but did not collapse into grief. They had not expected any inheritance of note, and their expectations were duly met. She had taken the afternoon off early to go see the Solicitor, and had promised Fax they would have a blow out meal and all the Cherrypop! lollipops they could carry. Unfortunately, cheap as Cherrypop! was, twenty five dollars only went so far. Quite why her Great Uncle had left her a brass whistle was anybodies guess. She gave it a blow. It whistled. "Well, it whistles, Fax, at least...wait! look over there!" She pointed at the gold that was being purloined by gold. "Follow that bar!" she proclaimed. "....of gold!" she added.

Cheers

Im happy with whatever you choose, Rocket! (Including your orginal line up). Whatever you feel most comfortable with!

So no poison effect but well and truly grappled. There is not much point in combat right now as the swarm of insects is not really a combat enemy but beast dealt with as an environmental effect. The snake will just be grappling (and crushing) Venomax, so the ball in your court, folks!