Supercape

GM It was a spectacle of sugar! A catastrophe of caramel! A galvinisation of glucose! And thus it was that the factory starting emptying it employees, who were running away as fast as they could! One fellow, of magnificently rotund proportions and delightfully spotted skin (and, if he grinned, of spectacularly rotted teeth) thanks to years of snaffling away chocolate, elected to try and drive away on a loader trolley that barely reached 5mph. Still, the net effect was that most, if not all, of the employees had elected to run. A few brave souls (from a distance) where, predictably, taking photographs and selfies of the drama that unfolded.

Mr Murk And so, in the cab... "It is but five minutes, traffic permitting" said Mr. Murk, who still judged it too early to let his disguise drop. The streets were neon lit and had a refreshing cool hint to the heat now the sun had set. The skies were clear and the stars were out, even if hard to see in the light of the city. Not that this mattered to Mr. Murk, of course. "To cut oneself off from one family, mmm....a tale of scars, one way or another. Other the leaving, or the thing that made you leave. Often both" he commented. "You are bold and admirable to do so" He could not see the way to Club Immortus, but he felt it, somehow. He smelled the smells, heard the rumbles, felt the turn of the cab. "Here we are" he said, as they pulled up. "Club Immortus. The refuge of the immortal. There is but one rule, for now. No harm or violence towards any other that lies thereine. If to this you can agree, it is your sanctuary too..."

GM North thanked the Doctor and tapped on the screens, studying the data carefully. He asked technical questions now and again, and demonstrated an impressive grasp of the subject. North knew his biochemistry and genetics, although his expertise was clearly microbiology. Whatever else North was, he was a master of his subject. Still, he seemed satisfied with the data. "This all seems in order" he said. "Not without risk, but not risky either. I congratulate you on your procedures and scientific methodology, Doctor" he added earnestly. "But sterile as this all is, there is the issue of one of your creations leaving by air or water...do you have contingencies in place?" he asked. "Ill explain a bit more about W.E.S.T. once the inspection is complete, if that suits you. I rather suspect that you can help us..."

Snakebite "Jelly Jouster?" The name was specacularly silly, but she kept a straight face. She actually rather liked the name. "Don't worry. Ill pay to get you off the island. I keep my word. As long as you keep yours" she explained. She didn't like the man one bit, but she wasn't going to back out of the deal. "Although if I cross paths with you again and find you doing wet work, then its not going to go so pretty" she added. "Now sit tight and let me check what you said pans out..." She pulled out the phone and pressed the icon, ready to follow the man's instructions...

GM The Orange haired punk shrugged his shoulders, a punk smile on his punk lips. "Yeah, sure. I gave him something special" he answered. "My name's Smokey, by the way. I like a bit of smokin'! That's why I came to this here joint..." he explained, pointing vaguely at the BBQ festival. "So lets just all chill out and be cool, huh?" he offered. "No need to get hot under the collar about this. See, I got this freind. Crazy chick, deals with chemicals and plants and all that stuff. Said she had something to try out for the festival here. Something real spicy. Now, she knows her greens, does this chick. So I figure, lets try it out!" he said, grinning a big grin. "Hey, I was a bit drunk...and...ah...well, this Greenfingered chick, she also...ah...grows stuff...." he said, vaguely.

GM The slip did not go unnoticed. North was an astute man. He didn't answer immediately. He was also a patient man. Dr Deoxy had a moment to study North in return. In his fifties, at a guess. No athelete, but he had not let a life of academia turn his body to fat. He wore glasses and a well groomed moustache. A studious man with a kind but firm face, neither handsome nor plain. Careful in his manner. Dr Deoxy got the impression of a clever man who neither shied from decisions, nor recklessly jumped onto them. An introvert, by his estimation, but not a shy one, quite at home with social discource even if he might prefer his own company in general. "I would like to see those precautions, if you will. Ah...you will also be aware of the risk of other biological contaminants, microbes and viral. If I could see your laboratories that would be excellent" he explained. "I used to work for the W.H.O, as you might be aware" he added, wondering if Doctor Deoxy had done his homework. "So that's a particular issue I like to cast my eye over..."

GM "That's very generous of you" replied North. "I'm not here to judge what you do on the island. I'm not even here to enfore laws. We are here to ensure the safety of the world. So, for the most part, if we can establish that what you do here is not going to spread, then there isn't going to be a problem..." "Being on an island is a good start. A good idea, actually, and one we are going to steal" he smiled. "But before I come to that, are you the only...ah...human inhabitant on the island?" he asked. "And if you are experimenting on...ah...marine life....or avian life come to that. Is there any possibility that the life forms on this island might leave?"

GM "Thank you for your hospitality" replied North. He had the itch to get down to business, but he admired the view and slowed his engine. Diplomacy was not achieved quickly, and he was in no rush here. It was, he felt, just his nerves getting the better of him. He thought back to his hours preparing for this. Studying all the information sent to him on Doctor Deoxy and related. Some redacted, of course, but overall, a cohesive picture had formed, and it was not malign. Probably the opposite. He looked at the sea life and recognised some specied. Not really his field, but he knew a bit. "I...suppose you know why I have come?" he started with, carefully. "The world is uneasy at your experiments, and by extention, you. They have asked me to provide assurances. Assurances, of course, I can never give. But still, it would be prudent to calm their nerves, just a little..." He turned from admiring the maring life to face Doctor Deoxy. "I have other reasons for being here, myself. Your help. But I'll come on to that later!" he said, more brightly. "For now, let me introduce myself formally. Doctor Norris North, director of W.E.S.T. World Exotic Science Taskforce, operating under the umbrella of the United Nations. Our mission? Stop any number of catastrophies orginiatic from science. Which is a broad scope, but given the events of the last ten years, you can I hope grasp the philosophy..."

GM "My pleasure" replied Doctor North. It was a pleasure, of sorts. That emotion was something of a cacophony of other emotions all swirling around his amygdala. Still, if he could get Doctor Deoxy on side, and reassure the world that this was not a threat (presuming he wasn't a threat), that would make the embryo that was W.E.S.T. more palatable. He approached through the swirling portal. "Space-time bridge, I presume?" he asked Doctor Deoxy. This wasn't really his field. He was a medical doctor by origin, but he considered himself well-rounded in science. And apparently, so had the United Nations when they asked him to set up W.E.S.T. "Easier than travelling by foot...." he muttered as he stepped through, in order to butress his resolve.

GM The Sea-plane landed in due course, coming to an expert halt just by the lapping waves that danced onto the sand of the southern beach. Doctor Norris North stepped out, suitcase in hand, wearing a West Environmental Suit. Pale purple, close fitting, very effective. He did not fancy radiation poisoning. In the other hand, he consulted his field scanner. The radiation levels seemed acceptable at least. Deciding diplomacy would go better if his face was viewable, he flipped open the visor of his suit and awaited the doctor. The air, he felt, was rather pleasant, at least.

GM Doctor Norris North, director of W.E.S.T (World Exotic Science Taskforce) was nervous. His job of course required spinning a lot of plates, and he was not a nervous man by nature. But right now, he helped himself to a vodka. Just the one. For nerves. He was on board a Sea-plane which was descending to the cove of Dr Deoxies island. Hidden. Concealed. Remote. And by invitation. Still, even if he was invited, it was an island populated by dinousaurs and infused with radiation. He would be taking every precaution. Whilst the plane was being flown by the pilot (an experienced ex-US air force woman of stronger nerves than he), he pulled up the communication link to Doctor Deoxy. "Doctor? Doctor? Do you read me? This is North. Doctor Norris North, Director of W.E.S.T. Do we have your permission to land and...ah....where should we do so safely?" he asked, politely.

GM Farouk was a thin man, like a snake, full of veins and spring loaded muscles, bald as you like, with deep brown eyes that looked like they might pop out of his head. He was dressed lightly for the heat, as where his two thug friends, stronger and stupider. In such heat, in such crowds, they had come without any Daka-weaponry. It was hard to conceal anything in this heat. Perhaps theyhad conventional pistols or knives under their robes, but the Daka-weapons were simply to bulky to lug around incognito. "Misi! You devil!" hissed Farouk, bumping right up to Misi. The Scarab could see he had pressed a small knife right into Misi's leg, by the femoral artery. "What did you do to those guns, you snake!?" he demanded. Misi gulped through his sweat. "Uhhh....." he whispered faintly, looking at the Scarab for support.

So this will work in terms of clearing out the factory...by and large. Can you each throw me a bluff roll, ill average the results. See if we can get a DC10 for a reasonable performance!

Snakebite "I find its best to offer a carrot when someone has felt the stick" replied Snakebite. Her tone was polite, firm. A soup of hot and cold flavours. "But you haven't earned your carrot yet, Bugs. And the stick is still fresh. That's interesting information. Worthy of a few drinks and pat on the back. But what I really need is to get Tate back" she explained, very very slowly and very very clearly. "So what I need is to find those guys who paid you top dollar. Then they can feel what it's like to get on the wrong side of me. As opposed to you feeling it..."

GM Weaving through the cars on foot, Replica could see the genius of it. Three autonomous cars had positioned themselves at the juntion to cause complete paralysis of the traffic. The armoured transport truck was completely stuck it. It could barely move an inch. Inside, she saw two nervous armed guards, sweltering in full body armour and carrying firearms. They were radioing in the situation, and Replica could pick up on the transmission, although it was too encrypted to understand. Overhead, she heard, then sensed, then saw a helicopter coming in, swooping then hovering fifty feet in the air. Ropes came down, two on either side, followed by armed and armoured men, rappelling down the ropes....

She does! (as per IC!)

GM The punk looked up at both the superheroes ahead. "Aw...shoot! I didn't ask for this!" he groaned. On closer inspection, he seemed to have orange sunglasses tightly fit to his face, and a slightly ashen skin. His clothes were cool leathers, his lips a cool smirk. His orange mohecan matched his orange eye lenses. Whilst cool, the three thugs with him looked less cool, and certainly less smart. "OK heroes! Ya got me!" he called up. "I mean...ya do got me, right? Cos I ain't done nuthin. So I guess you have some evidence someone made up somewhere that says ya got me?" he shouted, almost sneering.

I will let you two slug it out! No rolls needed.

GM "That is true. Do not judge by appearances" said Murk, actually chuckling slightly. Who would know that better than he? His eyes were sightless, and the Murk was bound to his soul and skin, changing his own appearance dramatically. "I am not what I seem, in many ways. However, I cannot reveal my form publically. My intentions are, however, quite honest. I wish you no ill intent. My heart has many pulls on his fibres, but it is committed to the protection of immortals. Not that I am uncommitted to life, but I have always seen the immortal as open to the darker impulses of the mortal heart. Envy, resentment, lust" he explained. "And, with no support, with but a vaccuum where there should be safety of family, I have taken in upon myself to fill the void". "But, if you would trust me to explain myself and are interested in hearing my philosophy, as indeed I am interested in hearing yours....shall I call a cab?"

Starshot Starshot swerved over a dune with a little gravitic hop, then leaned to one side, cutting wild corners through the dunes. The distance was closing, but was not yet close. He fully expected to be dodging blaster bolts from the Pirates pistol (he hoped it was only blaster bolts, not Vortian Micro Missiles to name just one horror of galactic weaponry) and gave a few blasts back from his revolver. Just to keep him on his toes. He could only hope the Pirate made a mistake. And he didn't. So determined, he accelerated....

Lets roll this time: Pilot: 1d20+10 21

GM And so... At the Market of Cairo, in the midday heat... It was filthy, it was hot. It was filthy hot, and the heat was filthy. Both heat and filty were compounded by the heavy clothing the Scarab wore, her equipment nestled underneath. Misi was sweating profusely, and smoking to calm his nerves. Or at least in attempt to calm his nerves. "This is crazy!" he hissed under his breath at the Scarab. "Farouk isn't going to come. And if he does, he will slit my throat just by looking at me" he complained, not at all happy with his predicament. "Oh! Lamentations! By Allah, this was not how it was meant to go. Surely I am being punished for my sins!" he moaned.

GM "No, I'm afraid not" replied North. "Our pirate friend seems almost as confused as we are" he explained. "Mother Board, that's the name of the person who supplied him the app. Never heard of her - or - him myself, but i don't spend my days cruising through the Dark Web" he explained. "Simmons is looking into it" "Honestly, I think this guy just got over his head. He still has to face the law, but I'll try to put a good word in. Maybe he could be useful to intelligence services rather than rotting in prison. Unless you feel otherwise. I mean, you were the one fencing with him in cyberspace..." Peddling as fast as her tireless cybernetic legs could pedal, Replica was soon in the middle of the worst gridlock she had ever heard of, let alone seen. At at its epicentre was the black armoured lorry that could only be carrying the Darwin-X. It was locked tightly in, but was essentially a sitting duck...

GM The autonomous car could not match Replica's reflexes. It had one job to do, and its target was out of its cone of attack. It did not stop, and was too late by far with the brakes. There was an almighty crunch sound, as it crumpled into the side of a building. A brief flutter of engine revving followed in a pitiful attempt to reverse out of the wreckage, but to no avail. The car was done. Kaput. Finished. A few kids, impressed the biking skills gave a round of applause the other side of the street. Motorists fumed, wishing they had bicycles instead of overheating cars. "Replica! Are you alright? Come in, Come in!" squarked North over the phone.

Diamondlight "A really convicing robot, I think" said August. "I haven't met a Hundu Goddess before. But I don't they would speak like that. And I do think a convincing robot left by the Beekeeper would" he explained, quite bluntly, carefully studying Bhramari. Or the thing that looked like Bhrami. He said no more. The modern day beekeeper was more likely than he to get responses and information. But he kept his eyes and ears wide open.