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For your consideration Rev for Racin Red Rat for Shadowrunnin Echohead for Assination Stoppage For you irrespective Bravo for GMing.

GM "That is a fair point" nodded North. He stroked his moustache, considering the future. "I wonder if I could ask you something..." One month Later....Rapa Nui.... Bang on cue, as per the invitation, Dr Deoxy stepped through his portal onto Rapa Nui. The coordinates had been quite perfectly precise. It was a pleasantish, if slightly overcast day, with a cool breeze easing through the grass. The sound of the sea could be heard far away. Not far away, out of sight, the famous stone heads lay. But this is not a story of the past, but of the future. EAST was halfway built. Concrete, steel for the most part, but with some areas almost complete. Waiting for Doctor Deoxy was Norris North, dressed almost as they had last met, but with a hard hat on. He offered one to Doctor Deoxy. "I doubt you need one, but health and safety etcetera etcetera" he sighed. "Thank you so much for coming. I thought your insight into the base would be invaluable. We are about half way built, so not a lot of room for leeway, but any ideas you have, the better!"

GM "I graciously accept your judgement" bowed Dr. Sin. "Except...I believe I would be under the death penalty in the United States, would I not?" he asked, a smile on his face. "Which is forbidden under the Codus Immortus" His grin grew more and more sly. "So, what will you do? Turn me in for execution to the United States? Holland or your own England would prohibit such a punishment, of course" he said, softly. "As for me, I didn't harbour anyone!" protested the Duke. "I didn't know he was a criminal? We just had tea and did some experiments together!" he explained. "Hmph! Well, I am sure you can arrest me on suspicion of blah blah this or blah blah that, but I am certain I will not be found guilty! I know my rights! Why, I once even studied law! For four months in Brussels. Before I got bored. My, what a tedious experience!" he yawned.

GM "<What? What? What are you talking about?>" snapped back Farouk, almost stunned by the impertinence of the interruption. "<YOU! Don't move!>" he shouted at Misi, and nodded to two friends. "<You! And You! Don't let my snivelling cousin get anywhere!>" Misi did not move, but the two strong men did, moving to either side of the scientist and gripping him tightly. Meanwhile, Farouk marched up to the Scarab. "<You are just trying to protect him! Pfah! Western Superheroes! I spit on them! They would not come here!>" he retorted, confidently. "<So who are you? And why are you trying to protect this wet prune of a man?" he demanded. He took a moment to consider. This was Egypt. A muslim country, but not one that was infused with the Wahabi movement. Hijabs were worn, but not often, and not insisted upon. And the market of Cairo was one of the more liberal parts of the country. A demand such as this, he reasoned, was a necessary risk. "<Show me your face!>" he demanded.

Sense Motive: 1d20+4 14 oh dear! And I was going to give a +2 Bonus to Bluff for the dress!

GM The door opened. Well, it would be more accurate to say it creaked open, so rotting it was that it almost fell apart whilst doing so. A few puffs of dust from agitated lichen and mold filled the air. Greenfingers, it turned out, was rather handsome. A striking face with striking cheekbones. She was rather unkempt, too. Wild jet black hair, deep brown eyes. Green painted fingernails. Her skin, however, was reassuringly olive. Her clothes were green spandex, as one might imagine a scientist in protective gear might make. "Yes, yes! What do you want? I'm busy!" she muttered, her voice harsh and raspy.

Starshot powered down the G-Bike and dismounted. He unslung the blaster rifle and kept it pointed in the direction of the Pirate. No time for tricks. His boots trudged through the sands and he felt the sweat on his brow. The cybernetic heat-dispersal systems down his spine were humming, almost glowing as they worked furoiusly to dissapate the heat. "Games over, pirate" he called out, standing a good ten paces from the fallen soul. "You can answer my questions, and maybe, if I like the answers and they are truthful, I wont empty this blaster's power pack all over your corpse..."

Starshot "Oh no you don't!" grumbled Starshot. He kept the bike going as fast as he could, but reached down to the whip at his belt. With a snap, he opened it up with his right hand, whilst driving with his left. The engine was screaming with the effort. He wondered, for a moment, how far he could push his vehicle. And indeed, how far could this captive push the car? But for now, he tried a bold move. He snapped the whip over to his right, and tried to take the rider off the bike! That would be nasty, but the sand would surely take the worst of the impact off?

Whipping the Pirate! Trying for a trip attack with the whip, with the intention of getting him off the bike! Whip Trip Pirate: 1d20+12 22 If drive roll needed, taking 10.

GM Smokey nodded, half-listening to the banter and reflections of the two superheroes. "Just don't her mushroom soup" he offered, as what was probably rather sage advice. Many different mushrooms grew on her roof and in her garden, and it would be unwise indeed to eat them. He knocked on the door of the ramshackle building whilst his three mates stayed in the truck. "Greeny! Its me, Snokey!" he shouted at the door. "Let me in!" "Bog off! I'm coming down hard..." said a womans voice, fainlty, through the door. For the door was still slammed shut and showed no signs of opening...

Sgt Shark would be a good underwater character.

If its ok with you, using knowledge (Physical Sciences or Technology - both have the same bonus) as a reaction to see if there is any comic book science solution. Like firing a blaster pistol at the wave to create a quasi-collapsed hyperdimensional loop or something... Knowledge physicalology: 1d20+11 20

GM The Soldier was helmeted and armoured, but he went flying from the force of the blow - crashing into a patisserie the other side of the road, to the sound of shattered glass. He was a big guy. He grunted, and tried to get up, but staggered, falling into a three tier cream cake to somewhat comedic effect. "<Hostile at five. Hold position. Terminate>" yelled one of the soldiers, who was standing by the solider trying to cut through to the armoured truck (and making good headway, Replica noted..." The game was on!

Init: 1d20+6 8 well they lose that. So surprise round as above: That more than hits, and I make it a DC 23 Tough Save Tough Save: 1d20+7 11 fail by 10, so staggered, bruised, dazed. And also knockbacked: 25 feet. As he slams into a building, thats another Tough DC 19 Save Tough Save 2: 1d20+6 19 which he just makes Round 1 19 Replica 8 RPG Guy - Bruised, Staggered, Dazed [1 r] 8 - Torch Cutting Guy - Unharmed 8 - Rifle Guy - Unharmed 8 - Comms Guy - Unharmed Replica is up again! She can be considered next to the Rifle Guy, but the others are out of melee range (but can be reached with a move action)

Echohead Echohead struggled to understand half of what he had felt during his dip into the alien mind. But one name was clear. Blackstar. He was behind this. But how? What machinations are turning? He hadn't really much of a clue. He was a gardener, and then he had some AEGIS briefing (about super villians on this world). And...aliens and the realms beyond earth were a blank. In any case, everyone else seemed to know what they were doing. So he should pretend he did. "Pardon us for not trusting you" he shouted at the Platinum. "We will get the truth soon enough!" On this I am confident! Lets see what he knows about the machine in more detail! But first! He reached into the motor cortex, and gave a hard tug. See if he could move anything after that...

Ok so nothing fancy, another psychic attack on PP: Paralyse 10 (DC 20 Will Attack). That will mean shifting the array so no more mind reading / feedback.

Tough vs Blaster: 1d20+10 28 Lucky hit, lucky save!

Any chance of giving me a roll, @Cubismo?

Mr Murk Mr Murk sipped at his tea. "Unique. Perhaps. I am the last of my race, as far as I know. It is lonely, for the most part, and has made me value love above all, perhaps because I have had a paucity of it, by and large. There is no finer quality in man - or, in times past, my own race..." he said, with a sad smile. HIs eyes were wet in memory. "This is unchanging, despite every brutality from ignorance, despite ever diminishment from progress" he said, optimistically. "In this view, I do not think I am unique. But several old immortals are drowning in their tears of despair, whereas I only swim in sorrow, tempered with hope" he explained. "My years have formed philosophy. The Immortal is not superior to the mortal. But he is the subject of envy for some, at risk of the most abject horrors. To promethean, never ending tortures or torment. With his plight hidden or unrecognised so oft. I do not blame the mortal for envy, or for desire of more life, for life is precious. But I do worry about the consequences of such passions....we are at risk of particular disaster, and with sympathy and sanctuary in lesser supply..."

DC 20 Life Sciences (Trained only) knowledge to recognise

GM "Sure thing, boss!" replied Smokey, giving a cheery salute and jumping in his truck. He gave the engine a powerful rev, and set off. He did not drive fast, and was making no attempt to sneak off or evade. He was not exactly driving slowly, either, but he was giving the two superheroes ample time and ability to follow him. And it did not take long. A couple of miles, at most, through dusty southern dirt tracks, till they came to a ramshackle, almost ruinous old farmhouse of wood and rot. Vines and moss seemed to cover every wall and most of the roof. The ground around it was alive with undergrowth, with mushrooms and flowers, with fruit and vegetables. It had a slightly pleasant sweeting rotting smell to them. "Here we are! Now, be careful...she's a bit...cooky...." muttered Smokey, tapping the side of his head...

GM "It might be the two are intertwined" replied North, sitting down and pressing his finger tips together in a stressed repose. "But...to the matter. Or rather, matters. I have to oversee the construction of EAST, which is a difficult matter. We are sure to make mistakes, and learn from those mistakes, and refine our practice. But if you can offer any advice, it would surely be appreciated" he began. "The next issue is one of your relationship with us, if you wish to have one. There is no compulsion in this matter. I would suggest it would be mutually beneficial for us to examine your base once a year. It would alleviate needless anxiety from some, and provide your with ammunition against undeserved critique" he offered. "If you are in agreement, I can note your down as a potential consultant for WEST. This would mean working with another agent when helping us, and accepting some...what I hope are reasonable...limitations to your authority, and equal limitations to our resources" he explained. "A bit of a one-sided deal, I confess, although it may appeal to your altruism..." "And finally, if you are so inclined, I can ask for security clearance. This will mean you can operate - with some oversight - independently on our behalf, and have full access to our resources. The flip side is that I do need to get you security clearance, which is not easy...or pleasant. You will understand that we are dealing with dangerous technology, and nobody wants one state or spy appropriating such danger. It does require security clearance from several organisations - and that, in turn, requires you answer candid questions about your past, background, and so on. Information that will be confidential, but even so, may be something that you are reluctant to give. More of a two way street, this option..."

GM "That may very well come in handy" replied North and I thank you for the offer. WEST cannot hope to stop every disaster. Perhaps we can do a little contingency planning should the worst come to pass. It is only a matter of time before room villain, or fool, let's loose Darwin X in a populated area. Or something worse..." He added gloomily. He straightened up. Much as he loved the infirmary he could not loiter there indefinitely. "Well I can find nothing here that would concern us. Or, more accurately, there are sufficient safeguards around the risks" he clarified. "Is there any other part, or parts, of the base you would show me?"

I gave v limited internet access so feel free to roll that for me ?

GM "Your physiology?" Asked North, gently. "Forgive me, I don't wish to pry. I understand that many individuals with super powers have unusual phsiologies or bio medical problems. I have seen some of the rare survivors of Darwin X and if they didn't luck out, it can leave terrible muations" he actually shuddered at the recollection. "It seems you are well equipped to treat both yourself any guest, though. Very well equipped.." He added more brightly, studying the equipment with expert eye.