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Rev Her car was cobbled together out of Frankenstein parts. Lexa Venn did not have much money. But she knew how to build a car from scrap. Well, kinda. She had called in some favours, cajouled some freinds. It was dune buggy. Of sorts. It looked like it might fall apart if one even looked at it too hard. But it had massive tyres and a massive engine, and would be great fun to drive. And even if she did not win, she wouldn't miss this for the world. She was, for now, racing as Lexa Venn. He arms and legs looked normal, coated in synth-skin sprayed on by SFX. She had resisted the temptation to boost the buggy's engine with her cybernetics. She was pretty sure the cobbled together engine would explode if she did. As a kid she had raced the streets of Freedom City, but this was different. This was legal. Maybe there is some fun to be had on the right side of the law!

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GM North frowned as he studied the communications array. "I don't like the look of this. I think...it might have been tampered with. Ill have to speak to Takeshi..." he mumbled, irritated with both himself and Takeshi. "I might be being paranoid...its not really my field...but...." He frowned more deeply. "This looks like an array built by Dr Hertzmann. We recruited him as is something of a genius. But...unstable. We had to fire him. I don't think he took it too well. How on earth did he modify the communication array? In any case, this is a serious breach...." North pressed a button on the side. An intercomm. "This is director North. Please be alert to a possible security breach. We are on lock down until resolved..." Takeshi squarked back over the speaker. "I think its too late for that, Director. We have an incoming marine vessel approaching at high speed. Right at you!"

So coming to a wrap on Icy Juice. If anybody has any final thoughts or ideas, sing out.

GM "Yasser? You don't want to mess with Yasser!" replied Farouk. "But I'm not going to stop you!" He gave the Scarab an address. It was not right in the centre of Cairo, but it was not on its outskirts, either. Apparently he had taken residence in an old, modest, mansion (built to Caliphate styler rather filthy Colonial, of course!). "Yasser has basically taken it over. It was, well I suppose is, owned by some wealthy Frenchman and his family. Yasser wanted to reclaim it. He has set up base there, bribed the local police. I don't know what became of the Frenchman...." he said, with a trace of remorce in his tone. "I'll gladly come along! Lead! and I shall follow. Five miles behind you should be safe, I would say?" suggested Doctor Misi.

Posted, let me know if non-suitable. Feel free to post any annoying SLAVE readouts for fun or for complications (if you wish) - as per sheet, the Rat has a paranoid communist computer in her head that can edit out information or misinform for propoganda reasons.

The Red Rat... ...was not the most legit superhero on the street. Technically, she was a Soviet Spy. Technically, UNISON wanted her for questioning (although, admittedly, they did not so much view her as malign, but more a person of considerable interest). She was paranoid. She was a liar. She was out to survive. And she believed in taking down corruption wherever she saw it. The Red Rat saw corruption everywhere. And this. Well, this was too good to miss. Nova Corp was interesting enough. But something Nova Corp was worried about it. It was a banquet. She could only guess that Neisha, and Nova Crop, where as paranoid as she was. Even half as paranoid would do. So she walked in, unarmed, just dressed in a business suit with her hairstyle slicked back and executive. And introduced herself to Neisha. "Ms. Ruby Rat, pleased to meet you. Forgive me coming...a little undercover" she said, smiling moderately. "But you kind of sounded like you needed help. And it kind of sounded like a low profile was helpful...." WARNING: Entering decadent and corrupt captilistic building of commerce! By now, the HUD display in her eyes, scrolling across her visual fields thanks to SLAVE, the soviet microcomputer system in her skull, was merely tedious. But she could never completely ignore it....

GM "I...I...I don't have it!" confessed Farouk. "We tried to sell the weapons ourselves. Except...something strange happened..." "Here we go! What pile of dung did you trip into this time, Farouk?" sighed Misi, a hint of glee in his mock despair. Farouk ignored his cousin. "Yasser Sanu happened. An arms dealer. Terrorist, you might say. Except he never was a terrorist, he just dealt with them. But when he took the crystal...something terrible happened to him. He nearly died. But he didn't die. An act of God, he says. Divinely powered, he said. Believes he is an angel of Djinn now. And whatever power these weapons have, Yasser is ten times worse...."

I'm fine with winning. Or failing. Or even better than either, something in between!

Rev was 17 on the 17th Nov 2017. So she is either 18 or only a month or two away. Could even tie that in. Set the race on her 18th Birthday. Celebration, Rev style!

If it is not greedy, I think Rev for anything racing. However her age may not fit. And of course it depends on nature of what you had in mind (her flight power may not fit!)

If it fits, Red Rat.

GM Startled, Farouk took a step back, eyes open, mouth agape. He dropped the knife from stunned hand. The Scarab could hear it clank against the cobbled streets of the market. "Let him go!" he hissed at his men, who, rather beffudled by the order, still obeyed. "What do you want?" he muttered to the Scarab. "Why are you here, protecting this cockroach?" he asked with disdain and confusion catching up on his fear.

Intimidate: 1d20+4 7

GM Farouk considered a moment. They were words that did sting, for sure. But he didn't like being stung. He didn't like being ordered around. So "To hell with you!" he grunted, and pushed up against her in the crowd. The Scarab could feel the knife he had pulled on her, poking through her robe. "I don't give a damn about you, lady. You do what I say now, and show me your face, or I'll put this in your lung and give you a tension pneumothorax. Not a nice way to go, believe me...."

GM "Smokey! Why you double-crossing son of a ----" spluttered Greenfingers, her face quite livid. Why, her green eyes almost turned red from rage! "Hey hey! Don't blame me, honey!" chuckled Smokey. "You play with fire, you gonna get burned!" It looked for one moment that Greenfingers might explode with fury. The veins on the side of her neck seemed to pulse. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but they looked more green than blue. "Oh, don't get taken in by that scum!" she pleaded to Gossamer. "Sure, I have been working on some biofuels. Yeah, I got a masters in biochemistry. A PhD in botany. And I am conducting some research. But...he is the one who gave me the fuel to refine! I just encoded it in some fungus! He harvested it! Thief! Scoundrel!"

GM Takeshi stopped and pondered. "Well...I confess I hadn't. Thats the problem with my background in conventional security. We don't, for the most part, think about minature shrunken thieves! Drones, yes. But people...no..." He thought about it a moment. "I think I'll have to go over the schematics again. With your permission, Doctor North?" he asked. "Of course, of course..." replied North. "Don't mind us, we'll just go to the Communications array. Its where we beam to our satellite!" he said, proudly. He left Takeshi poring over the table-display, studying it intensly. With a prideful step, he took Doctor Deoxy to a very tall radio dish tower at the side of the complex, by the lapping sea. "Behold! And...its rather a nice day to behold too!" The aluminium and steel tower was rather nice to behold, and the sun had parted the clouds, shining brightly!

Echohead "Thuh-thuh-th-th-th-thuh armbands!" spluttered Echohead. Inside his head, he felt the whirrings and musings of the brain he had copied. It was all rather disorientating, and he could sense the copied personality - which sensed the danger - start to bubble up into his own psyche. "The armbands! Of those two! Throw them into the vortex!" he said, more clearly, with a slightly different accent, tinged with a crystal clear anxiety. He pointed frantically at the two aliens who they had fought. "That should cause a hyperdimensional lens loop!...I mean...that should shut it down!"

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GM "No, we do not" replied Takeshi, raising an almost suspicious eyebrow at the ramblings. He was polite, irrespective of his suspiciousness (which really went with his job, one might suppose). He ushered North and Doctor Deoxy into the constructed part of the base. The computer banks, which were as state of the art as one could imagine. Only about a tenth were actually active, as the cooling system was not yet fully operational. Rows of black monoliths with blinking lights. "I'm not really a computer expert" started Takeshi. But here is where we keep all the important...and sensitive data. He pointed out the burner systems. "I don't really understand the engineering here. But I am assured they are fully functional. Unfortunately...not something we can test!" he gave a polite chuckle, and North followed suit. "There..." he pointed at a table that was on big computer screen, complete with touch sensitivity. "...we have our blueprints for the base. Not even I am allowed to take the data out!" he said, almost complaining. "Every drive here is tagged with a sensor that activates when it leaves the base. You see, we have a pretty tight security system already!" "Thank goodness!" said North.

GM The two walked down to the embryonic EAST building, noting this feature and that. It was not particularly large, but it was well built and advanced. Several precautions had been made to contain any leak. Concrete bunkers, reinforced walls. Airtight doors were sealable. But, as North had said, they had only just passed the halfway mark. "Let me introduce you to someone. Taro Takeshi, our security advisor". Taro Takeshi was a man of remarkably average build, who looked and sounded quite as Japanese as his name implied. He gave a friendly smile and shook Doctor Deoxies hand. Taro looked about fourty, and had a pleasant face, with a noticeable scar on his chin. "Taro has an impressive resume in the Japanese Military Intelligence, and as a civil security expert" explained North. Taro gave a humble smile. "I try" he said, simply. "It's not exactly easy. Why, only yesterday we had the entire schematics of the more...ah....sensitive areas drawn up and sent here for the engineers to build. We don't want any loopholes. The schematics themselves are a secret we don't want to get out". He explained. "Ah...apologies Director North...I don't think Doctor Deoxy has full clearance?" "Yes...yes...quite right. I apologise, Doctor Deoxy. Some things we can't show you..."

GM "Yes indeed. We back up our data to a satellite passing overhead every 70 hours. The satellite is also equipped with the same burner. True, we could have a dual attack. But nothing is fool proof, and like I said, few would take the risk to attack us for little reward". "There are of course other offices around the world. Like by ASTRO labs. Some data is stored there. We live in an age where information is the true currency. And we are a bank. No bank is completely safe" he sighed. "I am not sure what enemies would want to hamper us, to bring back to that point" he mused. "Steal from us, most certainly. But hamper? I suppose it is possible, if some organisation was engaging in very dangerous research and wanted to stop us. Unlikely, yes, but possible..."

GM "Incognito" replied North. "I have no doubt that the dedicated individual, or organisation, can find us out. We are not top secret, far from it. But we have enough basic fog on our location to keep away the masses" he explained. "As for the tourist interests, the United Nations are paying the islanders a very big dividend. Nobody really wants us on their soil. But this island is so remote it suits our needs. With a bit of diplomatic wrangling, a lot of reassurance, and a healthy payment, they accepted" "This is officially United Nations soil" he said, stamping his foot on their plot of land. "The major issue we are considering now is, as you suggested, defence. We obviously arent going to keep out a concerted attack, but we want some safety measures in place. One thing we are doing is having a central burner. Come any intrusion, our research and computers are burnt out, and we burn any chambers containing hazardous material. In other words, nobody is going to want to attack us, as they won't get anything. Bar our recordings of the attack sent to the United Nations who will prioritise counter measures..." He looked sour. "Bah! War. What is it good for?"

Using feature: Cybernetic Hand acts as medical kit, taking 10 on medicine (has skill mastery) for a 16 result which should give diagnosis. If needed, taking 10 in a similar fashion for treatment / stabilisation.

Starshot He may be a pirate, but no man should die alone in the sand... Starshot slung his blaster rifle over his back and advanced towards the man. He was not reckless, but neither was he cautious. And he was no doctor. But he ran a space safari business, he knew the basics of medical care. He started examining the man, checking his vitals and looking for injuries. His cybernetic hand, full of useful tools, micro jets, drills and clippers, also contained some medical sensors and even basic drugs complete with injector.