Supercape

Opposed against the Powered Speed Boat! Opposed Roll: 1d20+6 13 it is stopped!

ooc for this

GM "A small number of soldiers. But thats it. Frankly, there isn't an awful lot to protect right now, and we have the burner system as a deterent" argued North. "But, yes, if you could lend a hand, I would be most thankful!" he explained. "Been some time since I held a gun. Even longer since I fired one. And never at a live target" he explained. "It was in Greenland. Polar Bears" he explained, even though no explanation was necessary. The clock was very much ticking, and ticking fast. No sooner had North spoken than Doctor Deoxy saw the approaching ship plow over some waves. In a moment, it would be on the shore. It was fast. Too fast? It seemed to cut through the water at a horrific rate. The water seemed to part for it. He could see sparks fly from the bottom of the ship. This was some kind of unique propulsions system!

Rev "Golly gosh darn it! If its not bad, its not good!" replied Rev, cheerfully. "And if its bad, its great!" Her point clearly both entirely logical and completely irrefutable (at least in her own mind) she turned to the silver porche and the driver. "He looks familiar, you know..." she said. "He knows how to drive, I guess, and that Porche is souped up way beyond this heap of rust" she declared, kicking the Dune buggy (but not too hard, obviously). She recalled that fatal crash....or at least tried to. It was only there in flashes. Dim and obscure. There was adrenaline and fear and...blackness. Well she had been in a coma. No wonder she couldn't remember much. But still, that guy... She ignored it for now, and kicked the enormous tyres of the buggy. They, at least, were solid!

So going for a search of the base for useful stuff! As he hasnt really got any decent search or knowledge skills, he will simply take 20 and aid Soreen in the search.

Starshot This was, by and large, good news! Not perfect. But good. He plugged his plasma rifle and helmet in to recharge. Might take a few hours. Lets hope we have a few hours. Starshot allowed himself to slump into a chair and put his boots up. He slung his jacket to one side and took a deep breath, his eyes closed. The scars on his face and down his arm seemed less livid as he relaxed. "So its in the lap of the Gods now, my friends. If they got a signal out, we are in deep trouble. But let us hope they did not" he reasoned. "Thank the cruel Gods for the radio transmitter glitch, eh?" He took another deep breath in, centering himself. "So we should have some breathing space, at least. Even if we haven't got enough parts to get the Xeno going, we should take a good inventory here. See what we do have. Frankly, getting parts is only one part of the problem. Transporting them back would be another. But for now, we had a win" "Lets leave the pirates stew a bit. First, lets strip this base down, and see what we got...."

Mr Murk "Thank you" answered Murk. "And you may well be right. It is difficult issue. You see, when I have tried to ask discretion prior to the reveal, it inspires, well, distrust. Few are willing to say that will not speak of what has not been revealed" he explained. "On the other hand, as you say, asking after the reveal is taking a gamble. Alas, I have found no satisfactory solution other than to trust my instinct. And my instinct, in your case, is to trust you". "The principles are laid out as the Codus Immortus. The codes of immortals. And inscribed in the Codex Immortus, the book of immortals. I have tried, as best I can, to keep it from unduly expanding like a fungus. Laws have a habit of doing so. But alas, there are lots of...fiddly bits..." he said with a half-annoyed chuckle. "Irrespective of the ink describing how to elect the treasurer, or the process of appealing ejection, there are three binding rules to know" "Firstly, to not kill an immortal. There are due caveats of self defence of course, but you will I am sure grasp the principle. For myself, I would not kill a mortal either. I do not rank an immortal of greater or less value than a mortal. But there are particular philosophical considerations. If one lives for ever it is not a case of if one commits a henious crime, but rather when. Such is the nature of infinity. One might also consider this. That killing an immortal deprives him of an infinite amount of years. And those years can be spent reforming. Again, such is the nature of infinity. It is not if one reforms ones character, it is when" He paused, waiting for Tsunami's thoughts on the matter.

Also, @Avenger Assembled a note that Frost can drop in now (alongside D0 and Voin!)

Round 1 23 Smokey 21 Greenfingers 19 Gossamer [2 HP] 17 Smokeys Buddies [3] 7 Queenie [1 HP] Smokey is using full defence to gain +4 to defence Greenfingers is attempting to strike him. Striking Smokey: 1d20+10 16 But Missing. Goassamer is up PS: I have made a small edit to IC to reflect above.

GM "Daka crystal! I knew it!" exclaimed Ms Fields, waving her hand held device excitedly. "We detected very strange readings in Cairo! I have been trying to track them down!" "Daka Crystals? Interesting..." whispered the agent, his mind turning over the possibilities. "Dont worry about studying it" said Sunny Fields. "We have a location just for these kind of dangerous events. Our branch of the UN is called WEST. The World Exotic Science Taskforce!" she said, proudly and excited. "Just think! I found a corrupted Daka crystal on my first assignment!" she said, wistfully. "The Egyptian government will of course be delighted to assist the United Nations" said the tall man. "Once we have, ah, of course, ensured that the Daka Crystal is safely quarantined and studied in our laboratories" he ventured. "Don't try that on me, mister!" retorted Sunny Fields. "You do that, I'll report you straight up the chain!" she said, boldly. "You are breaking the agreement....!" "Why, of course not, we are merely assisting you..." said the agent, although he knew he was losing steam. "Assist me but letting us do the job. We will contain the crystal and isolate it in UN laboratories" said Sunny, firmly. "Watch him!" she hissed at the Scarab, making eyes at the agent.

GM The three turned as they spotted the Scarab landing. "A superhero, just what we need!" said the policeman, happily. "A superhero, just what we don't need!" said the tall man in a suit, glumly. "A superhero, hmmm....." said the woman. "Abdul Farah, local police chief!" said the fat policeman, saluting and wiping sweat from his brow. "This man here is...!" "Classified!" snapped the tall man, giving the police man a glare. The two of them stared violently at each other. "Summer Fields. Agent Summer Fields!" said the woman, whose name indeed was Summer Fields. "Working for the United Nations. Ostensibly, with the help of these two. Who, I should remind them, work for the government of Egypt, who in turned signed a declaration of cooperation with our service!" "Hmph" said the tall man and the policeman, distracted from their antagonism by greater vexation. "That does include the principle that you shall be accompanied by a member of the local intelligence service!" said the tall man. "Classified!" retorted the Fat policeman smugly. The tall man glowed with rage at being caught out...

Starshot "Good news" replied Starshot, honestly relieved. He loved a good fight, but only of a particular flavour. Sinew and fang, sweat and cunning. The hunt. Attacking the base was not comfortable. He began to realise why. It reminded him of war. And that was something he did not want to be reminded of. Even seventy years and more after being in one. He dismounted and hauled the pirate over his shoulder. "We best go meet Soreen. And see what we can use in the base. Parts would be good. An infirmary and power plant would be better" he explained. "And even better still would be stripping it down, making sure there are no booby traps or signals going to the pirate fleet out in space..." "Which is a problem. Even if..I mean when...we get off this wonderfully beautiful planet, there may be other pirates out there. We still don't really know what they are doing. So I hope you have one or two left still conscious, because I have some questions for them..."

Initiative rolls please! Initiative: 1d20+6 21 Greenfingers Init: 1d20+9 23 Smokey Init: 1d20+1 17 Smokeys Friends [3]

GM "Sunny Green" replied Greenfingers, aparantly telling the truth despite the funny (but appropriate) name. "I have an almost degree in biochemistry and nearly a masters in plant physiology from Freedom City University!" she declared proudly. She pointed at the shambolic hut. "Does it look like I get funding? I am broke. I grow my own foods, and sell my...ah...produce....for enough money to buy the equipment I have!" she explained, irritated. "Yeah, you sold me a flamin' bomb!" replied Smokey, grinning, taunting. "Liar!" spat Greenfingers. "I gave you a biofuel and you and that...little thing you have....you made it into a bomb! AAARGH! Ill tear you apart!" she shouted, completely losing her temper and making a lunge at Smokey. "Save me!" gulped Smokey, looking at Queenie and Gossamer for protection. He was worried, but he had a nasty grin on his face too, pleased with himself he had taunted Greenfingers so effectively.... Greenfingers lunge was hard fast and furious, barging in between Queenie and Gossamer. She was hardly a skilled fighter, but she was fast, and determined, and somehow that fury gave her a a dangerous edge. But Smokey was waiting, and whilst he was not as fast, he was twice as cunning, stepping back from her steely fingers...

Starshot Satisfied that he had done what he could, and that there was a fair chance that the pirate was at least unlikely to immediately expire, Starshot slung the Pirate over his shoulder and carried him back to his G-bike. He powered up the bike once more. After so long trudging through deserts and forests and caves, it actually felt good to have some good old fashioned technology for once. Something he would not have thought he would ever think a month or even a week ago. Driving at a more sedate pace, he powered the vehicle back to the base to see how the crew was getting on. His helmet and gun depleted of energy, he hoped they at least had a plug socket...

Rev "Ready? I was born ready! Then injected with super-ready, baked in a ready-oven, and sent to ready-school majoring in ready with additional credits in ready" replied Rev, looking very ready indeed. Now, on many days, this would be Rev gassing on pretending to be knowledgable and keen. But today, it was no bluff. When it came to racing, she was indeed ready. Itching to go, in fact. Not that she actually thought she would win. She liked winning, but frankly she liked racing more. And she knew her Franken-car was no match for a certain silver porche. Maybe, if the driver of said porche couldn't drive. But she was under no illusion there, either. If they had the same car, she could have given him a run for his money. But this was not a level playing field. Maybe if it was really unlevel, like on a desert, her buggy would win. But, she was sure, not on street tarmac. Still, this was going to be a hell of a ride!

Brutal Scene Cut in Play! Feel free to play out some discussions on life, the universe, and everything (including what happened). Tiff, feel free to Narrate Dropping Morgen off wherever you fancy! Ill drop Murk in with some new info once you guys have a bit of a chat and a round of drinks!

GM And so... As it so happened, no security guards tried to stop Dreadnought. To make attempt was as foolish as trying to stop the sun rising in the morning. Dreadnought had will to act, and action was made, irrespective of protest otherwise. The Dutch police arrested the Duke, but - it must be said - were not hopeful. The Duke bamboozled everyone with legal jargon which might not have been so vexatious was it not for the fact that he was, in fact, much more cunning and learned than his persona suggested. Dr. Sin, however, was another matter. He had a smile on his lips the whole time he was carted off under ultra high max security (with additional security measures added). He suggested he was very much looking forward to being inside the Blackstone. And so...Club Immortus, Paris... 'Twas the nearest Club Immortus to Holland, and Mr. Murk was on his way. He had given a notice to the beautiful dusky woman known as "Lillian", an immortal who said little but communicated much through brown eyes and red lips. She explained that Mr. Murk was tied up, but would be pleased to serve drinks and food whilst they waited....

Mr. Murk "Then, no support they shall have" replied Murk gravely. For all his smiles and heart, here he was cold steel. "I am a man of the Law. I have seen the brutality of many an ages, and I have come to one inescapable conclusion. Whilst the Law is not beyond critique. Whilst Law may be wrong, cruel, or foul, it is the architecture on which build a fair society" he explained. "The times past, when law was corrupted or absent, believe me, they were unpleasant" he said, not happy with the recollections. "They belonged to the man - or woman - with strength, be it of arm or other means. The weak suffered". "The Codus does not provide sanctuary to those that would not provide it themselves" he concluded. "And make no mistake, our members are not some secret society which protects its members from the world. It is, however, I must confess, a secret society!" he said, a little chuckle escaping him. "Before I proceed, can I count on your discretion on this matter? Many immortals do not advertise their immortality the world, for good reason too, I think. I myself operate in the shadows, and it from the murk that I draw my strength. Of course, given my appearance, it might be especially prudent for me to do so...."

The Red Rat This smelled like a dirty pile of dirt. With a side helping of dirt, spiced with essence of dirt and marinated in dirt. The Rat did not believe half of what she said, and the other half, she disbelieved. "Sounds great" she said. "You can rely on us to do what we can. Unfortunately, I'm not sure that is very much. We don't know who will be trying to steal, we don't know what, we don't know how, and we don't know why. That hamstrings us badly" she explained. Her voice was polite steel. "That may be something you can do nothing about. But we need to start narrowing parameters if you want us not just to try and help, but actually effectively help" she explained. "So, can we work on any of those questions?"

GM The sodlier when spinning through the air on more than one axis, and slammed into a nearby van with an alarming crunch. He slid down to a slump, his eyes closed, unconscious. His rifle fell from limp hands. Perhaps he mumbled something in Russian, perhaps not. It was hard to tell. For there was action elsewhere. The Torch cutter reached for his handgun, but was rudely interrupted by the leader. "Negative! Maintain mission!" was the snappy response. In English, but with an accent. The leader took careful aim, legs astance. Crack - Crack Crack! Three efficient bullets, his rifle not an full automatic but still deadly. This was a soldier with great discipline, who knew how to fight. And his aim, unfortunately for Replica, was true... "Whats going on? Whats going on?" Came Norths voice through the mobile...

RPG Guy is dazed this round. The Torch Cutter will carry on torch cutting. (He is three rounds from knocking through) The Leader will open fire! Fires at Replica: 1d20+7 25 Ouchies! That is a DC 20 Tough Save please!

Well that will certainly hit! Tough Save: 1d20+7 15 So, as I understand it, that is a DC 23 Toughness save so he is bruised and dazed. And knocked back! Anpther twenty five feet, so another DC 20 Tough Save Tough Save 2: 1d20+6 8 Bam, he is knocked out.

GM "The UK?" replied Morgen, still with burning blood in her veins. Despite that furious will of hers, she was in control. She seemed to harness her inner fire, rather than let it harness her. "My home? The hills, the rain. Trees and rivers. Cold winters and green summers. Yes, I would like that, although the world has changed and scarred in the many years I have slept" she mused. "I must see it though, and I thank you for your offer..." She crinked her neck. "I will wander this earth. I need to understand it, although I fear it is too strange a place to love. In any case, I must do it alone. I will be no pawn to man, woman, nay...nor even God!" she declared, looking at the sky with her empty scarred tissue that ran through where her eye used to be. "Oh! Can I come! You are quite a delightful valkyrie!" hooted up the Duke. "No! You are lucky I do not rip your fat head from your fat shoulders!" answered Morgen, pointing her sword at him. This seemed to shut the Duke up, although only temporarily, surely...

GM The disrobing caused shock and surprise! Not so much for theological reasons (although such an action would be most unusual), but for the magnificent shiny splendour of the simply spectacular Scarab! And she was floating too! "Oooh! I'm scared of flying!" said the doctor. "But then again, I am scared of getting shot or stabbed more!" And so, merely miniscule minutes later... The Scarab and Doctor Misi landed outside the mansion. It was rather old, and rather infirm, but beautful. Caliphate architecture, reasonably (but not well) maintained. Maybe a dozen rooms, A small courtyard, and walls. Two bored looking thugs just inside the courtyard, armed - the Scarab could see even at distance - with Daka weapons. But here was something interesting that caught her eye. A fat policeman, a thin man in a suit and sunglasses, and a tall caucasian woman with some peice of electronic equipment in her hand, all arguing about two dozen yards from the mansions entrance....