Supercape

Fail!

OOC for this

GM The Rich Kid stepped forward, emboldened by the politeness. "Its some...stuff...." he said, vaguely, his boldness taking a hit. "Vegetables. I mean. Leaves...." His voice trailed off, and he seemed to glaze over. "Its...outa this world man. The smoke. You see the past, and the future. And. Your Body. Like Cosmic Dust...." he mumbled. He snapped too. "I saw it. Here! You Unloading it! the Visions! GIVE IT TO ME!" He was agressive, now, something snapping in his mind. He stepped forward, fists clenched - although whether he would use them or not was another matter. Cassidy knew Amy could handle herself. But the rich kid was approaching for her right - her blind spot...

GM "I think thats about it..." said Amy, hauling out the last crate of...well....who knew for sure given the mix up? Ostensibly, it had "Pasta" on the side. "Excuse me" It was a polite, well spoken voice with a touch of inquisitiveness. It belonged to a well groomed young man. Maybe twenty, who was wearing expensive clothes in a casual style. Jacket, turtleneck, italian shoes, sunglasses, and well groomed short black hair. "Could you help me out? I think we had a delivery mix up" he asked, remaining polite. There was a slight slur to his voice, a sing song quality that was over and above the normal. "I think you got our delivery...."

GM The poor solider once again took the artificial fists to his biological body. His armour was the only thing keeping him on his feet, and even then, it was a close run thing. He sank to one knee, keeping conscious only because of brutal discipline, fervent will. He mumbled something in Russian but he was gasping for breath and half consious, and even womeone who understood Russian perfectly (like Replica) could not understand him. Something about beetroot and steam engines, from the sound of it. Which was not some obscure reference to his mission or superiors, but a testament to lungs out of air, and brain out of synapses. "<You will regret today!>" called out the communications officer, holding onto the helicopter cord with both hands, his grip strong despite all the punishment has taken. "<Fall back! Fall back! Abort!>" he called up to the helicopter, which started ascending, carrying him with him, thirty feet of cable between them.

So the only one standing is the Comms guy, who is going to get lifted off! We may be out of combat, as he is now 30 feet in the sky, but lets see what you can do! For reference RPG Guy Staggered, Bruised x3 Comms Guy, Staggered, Bruised x1 Replice 0 HP, Injured x2

Sorry, I missed this! That hits! Tough: 1d20+7 19 however, he is bruised so that makes 18. Against a DC 23 that is just enough to daze him again and another bruise (for a total of 2) If you could post that IC, lets see what happens thereafter! @Cubismo

GM "Some screw up with the delivery system. Rare goods, rare spices and herbs, that kind of stuff. Look, to be honest with you, I can't swear the people we deal with are always 100% legit, you know?" she explained, rather embarressed. "Not criminals, just people who deal with legal highs, you know" she added. "They get mushrooms and leaves from around the world, all natural like, so its not exactly illegal, even if it isnt legal..." she added, akwardly. "We don't deal with that stuff, its just we got mixed up in their mix up. No dont worry, if the Cops or anyone comes down on you, its all honest mistakes. We got that covered. Its not like we are drug dealers. Just got the bad end of someone mixing up this order with that. As far as I can tell, nothing got shipped wrongly, its just its a mess and we don't know what happened!" She was genuinely embarressed, even shameful. Cassidy knew Amy and the delivery company - they weren't bad people at all, at least as far as he knew. They did deal with local retailers and farmers, and the way she said it, well, it sounded plausible, even probable.

October 5th Twas an average afternoon on an average day, which had little to recommend it to the annals of history other than its remarkable averageness. In a city like Freedom City, however, that meant pretty much anything could happen. Cassidy Collins was in for a non-average day. But it felt, right now, pretty average. Picking up a delivery of groceries around the back of the shop. The driver, Amy Small, was not small. A woman of Cassidy's age, she was a complete gym freak, and knew Cassidy from their local iron-pumping facilities. She was a lithe and tall and sweaty, and kind of beautiful, bar a nasty set of scars, broken cheek and eye patch that were testament to a childhood accident. Her smile was crooked, but cool. She was hauling out heavy boxes from her van. Cassidy was not sure if she had a crush on him. She did tend to smile a lot around him. "Another day, another dollar, huh?" she grunted, shifting another heavy box out of the van full of, this time, tinned soup. "Not how I thought my life would go!" she laughed, although she didn't sound bitter. "We had a major mix up on monday, you know. Whole heap of stuff got screwed up. Not our fault, but just to let you know that if you find any mummies or meteors in these boxes, dont say I didn't warn ya!"

GM "That sounds gruesome" grimaced North. "But if you can give your word it will not damage them, or inflict pain or other discomfort, then it suits me fine" he said. "Forgive me, I have come to know you as a generous and kind man, but..." he grimaced again. "Ugh. Ill just take your word for it rather than think about neural interface and synapse physiology" he conceded. "As for time. I don't think we have much. If Ta...sorry, Solar Flare was here, he isn't going to give up. He is a driven man. Quite what has driven heme here, I am not quite sure. But make no mistake, if he has set upon some path here, he is not going to deviate from it!"

Ok that is not enough to calm down Greenfingers from an emotional perspective, but enough to practically stop her ripping your head off (she is still angry, just not aggressive). Smokey will back down and is friendly. Ill leave the IC as it stands, feel free for either of you to reply.

GM The Forcefield pinged into the air with silver tones. And yet, somehow, Smokey was fast enough to jump out the way. For all his bluster, he had demonstrated that he was not just bluster. He was fast, and slick. Behind those orange sunglasses and orange hair was an experienced, quick witted, quick footed gentleman. "Hey, I'm cool! I mean, I'm hot. But cool as well. Hotcool. Or coolhot. However you like it!" he grinned, quite happy with the situation it seemed. "CALM DOWN? CALMDOWN?" screamed Greenfingers, banging against the forcefield with serious force. She looked like she had the strength of two or three women. Might be just the fury. Might be something else. "HAVE YOU EVER SEEN SOMEONE CALM DOWN WHEN YOU TELL THEM TO CALM DOWN?" She screamed, furious still. "ITS THE BEST WAY TO MAKE THEM ANGRY!"

So! Im going to waive the rolls for the Smokefriends. They are trapped. Smokey is a bit more of a tough guy, so: Reflex vs Force Construct: 1d20+9 28 he makes it. Reflex Save vs Force: 1d20+7 15 This means they are separated effectively, although Smokey is out of the construct. Ill suggest we, for now, move out of combat.

Sure thing! If you can post that IC ill roll the results!

GM "Whaddya trying to get me for! She's the one with the bombs!" said an indignant Smokey, slipping out of the hairy grasp of Gossamer. "I'm innocent!" he said with a cheeky smile that said that he was no innocent, and knew he was not innocent, and knew that Gossamer knew he was not innocent, and knew that Gossamer knew that...well...and so on. But on the other hand he was trying to imply that whilst he might not have been that innocent, he wasn't all that bad either. "Lets get her, guys! Damn creepy, all that hair!" said one of Smokeys friends. The bully boys that were Smokey's buffoon like friends took to kicking and punching Gossamer, who was frankly to fast, strong and tough to consider them much more than mildly vexatious mosquitoes....

GM "But I am an expert!" all three of them retorted, simultaneously and indignatly (and with varying degrees of justification). Agent Fields however, did arguably have the most justification for that proclamation, and so carried on. "Look, we could certainly do with your help recovering that crystal. And cutting through the legal tape. Its almost as if someone in the police force has been bought off..." she said, snidely, looking at the fat policeman. "Its dangerous, and it needs to be recovered and contained. Daka crystals are dangerous enough, but a corrupted on could do anything, anytime. Like explode. And that's a pretty mild outcome" she said, ominously. She pointed her hand sensor at the mansion. "I can definately detect some very strange energy signatures in their. The trouble is, more than one. Which makes me think some one has harnessed its power..."

Im just checking here because firstly I think thats a DC 21 Reflex save to avoid the construct, not DC 26, and secondly what kind of force construct are we talking about? I'm a bit leery of this turning into a selective area attack? I could work with that but just trying to work out how it works (the selective is a feat not an extra?)

The Red Rat She is as slippery as an eel coated in oil! WARNING! Corrupt Capitalistic Enterprise Alert! One of those rare occassions she agreed with SLAVE. How she would like to get her hands on Novacorps hidden data! There was crime here, for certain, but she fancied it was in every direction she looked. "Well, Its the key card then. Im pretty sure you know I wont be selling out my identity to anybody ever again" she said, firmly, taking the key card. "Five uses. Well, thats going to take some careful judgement. But its a start" she said. "Now, I suggest we have two priorities. Finding out what they are going to steal, and how. And the best way of finding out that is working out who an inside man might be. Someone in security?"

Echohead "Deadly force? Bu-but someones going to die!" said a confused Echohead, his brain becoming scrambled with anxiety and his strange psychic powers. However, one thing cut through the jumple like nothing else. Fascimile was in peril of death Or worse. Possibly much worse. He aimed his blaster pistol at the device. "Id rather blast the machine that let him die!" he declared, defiantly....

Smokey is too fast! (Defence +10) Smokey's buddies, being not so clever, will respond by attacking Gossamer. They are hardly a major threat, but... Punching Gossamer: 3#1d20+3 18 10 4 on hit, for a fairly paltry DC 16 Tough save for Gossamer And Queenie is up

GM The Soldier was pretty drunk from concussion, and the RPG Launcher slipped neatly away from his grasp. And fortunately did not accidentally go off. This was heavy artillery! The Solider was too beat to speak in English, instead mumbling in Russian defiantly. "<You will never defeat us!>" he said, despite all evidence to the contrary. "<I must inform mission control!>" declared the communication soldier. Was it cowardice? Not likely. These were tough guys. More likely something had seeped into his sagging brain - the fact he wasn't go to win this fight, but he could at least salvage some information on the matter. With a grunt of effort, he limped towards the dangling rope that was attache dto the hovering helicopter.

That is a hit. Opposed Disarm Rolls: 2#1d20 13 4 with the bonuses that is 21 for you, and 7 for the soldier so you have the RPG launcher (more accurately you can have it in your hands or drop it) The RPG Guy will take a kick at Replica: Attacks Replica: 1d20+7 18 missing. The Comms guy will climb onto the rope dangling from the Helicopter. Or more accurately, move to the dangling rope and get a hand on it. Not climbing up it yet (too staggered!) Round 7 19 Replica Injured x2 - 0 HP 8 RPG Guy - Bruised, Staggered, Disarmed 8 Comms Guy - Bruised, Staggered, by helicopter rope

Round 6 19 Replica Injured x2 - 0 HP 8 RPG Guy - Bruised, Staggered 8 - Bruised, Staggered (20' away)

GM The Soldiers legs went from him, and in a moment he was hoisted into the air. Replica tried to throw him at the last remaining upright (loosely speaking) soldier but he twisted in her grasp, and instead sailed over head, landing, with a horrible crunch, on the roof of a small car. Glass shattered. The driver, a rather oblivious man who stil had the presence of mind to stay in his car during the fight could be heard, in a rather uptight way, mumbling "I hope you got insurance buddy, you are gonna pay for that!" The soldier with the RPG gave a bold fearless look. "I die for Red Dawn!" he proclaimed, and unslung the RPG from his back, flicking off the safety!

Off target! Still, even if it misses the RPG guy, its still a throw and he must make another DC 23 TOugh Save Tough Save vs Throw: 1d20+8 12 which actually should be 11 as his tough is only +7. Thats a fail by 10, so bruised, staggered, dazed! The RPG guy is now near you and will unsling his RPG, intending to do something silly next round!