Supercape

GM The soldier with the RPG got to his feet, drunk from concussion. He staggered to the left, staggered to the right, and clumsily pulled out his back up hand gun from its holster. He could barely speak, and blood fell from his scalp. "What? Russia? But...that's where Darwin - X came fro----" North was interrupted by the sound of more gunfire. "WHY! WONT! YOU! DIE!!!!" yelled the iron fury that was the soldier who had fire at her before. He was shocked Replica was still standing. He fired over and over, accurate and brutal, and so fast that his clip emptied in a few seconds. He barely even noticed he had run out of ammunition.

Dazed and Injured! Round 2 19 Replica {Dazed this round] - Injured 8 RPG Guy - Bruised, Staggered 8 - Torch Cutting Guy - Unharmed - Cutting through in 2 rounds. 8 - Comms Guy - Unharmed So, the RPG Guy is staggered, so can only take one action, namely, pulling out his handgun (technically he could use his rifle but Im going to RP he is too woozy for that). The leader, the Comms guy, will simply fire again (nothing fancy!) Fires at Replica: 1d20+7 27 ok, that is brutal. Sorry. A DC 26 Tough Save!

Ah yes I forgot! (phew!) Ill waive the HP cost for instant counter as it was so bloody brutal and, to my mind, qualifies as an "awful result". So DC 21 Tough Saves x4 you get: 15, 22, 14, 15. Enough for three bruises and a daze! Do you wish to post that horror? In addition, I think you need a concentration check. As you are probably only using 1 rank, its a DC 11 COncentration check. If failed, its a splosh in the water so relatively low DC 16 Tough Check. Dr Deoxy - 1 HP - Bruised x3

That is a reasonable instant counter. Opposed: 1d20+6 25 I am sorry - very very good rolls. If you can match that, the shocks go away!

GM "No no! Lets wrap you up quickly!" replied the Captain, imploring the heavens for swift justice with shaking fists and a wide, mad, grin. The large men and women bounded into the see. Doctor Deoxy could see faciculating musculature that was powerful and strong. They were fast, too. Quick, strong. But with a glazed look in their eyes. They started firing - rather wildly, but with great fury, great speed. Streams of electricity flew through the air and slammed into Doctor Deoxy!

Round 1 21 - Shockers [6] 19 Dr D - Unharmed 16 Captain - Unharmed The shockers will get into the water and start moving, firing as they do so: : 6#1d20+6 14 24 25 8 25 26 which is a nasty set of rolls. These are damage 6 penetrating electricity effects. I maje that a very unfortunate 3 hits (DC 21 each) and one crit (DC 26!)

Init: 2#1d20 12 17 as lazy rolls, which translates to 16 and 21 respectively. But lets see if you would like a verbal retort first!

GM The Speedboat crunched into the forcefield, slowing down. Sparks rumbled and flowed from the bottom of the ship. At this range, Doctor Deoxy (with his magnificent mind and expertise) could hazard a very strong guess. The ship had some kind of hydrostatic power; it was repelling the water away from it. No wonder it was moving so fast! With a splosh! it hit the water, the hydrostatic drive faded out. The front of the boat was crumpled, but it at least looked seaworthy. It was not going to sink. It was perhaps twenty feet from where the waves gently lapped the shores, and a hundred more feet from the sprawling half completed EAST base. There were several men inside, but the captain, it seemed, was a slight, bald fellow, dressed in a black trenchcoat that looked heavily armoured. He, however, was carrying no weapons. "Ho! I was not expecting this!" he called up, angriliy. "Something with bite!" He clenched his fists in frustration. "Shoot him down!" There were six (at least) big men - and women - on his boat. Large, muscular, bald as you like, but not clones of the captain. They carried heavy pistols, and wore rough leather armour. Primitive, in many ways, bar the fact that the pistols they carried seemed cutting edge energy weapons!

Can you throw me an initiative roll please!

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!