Supercape

Brutal Scene Cut in Play! Feel free to play out some discussions on life, the universe, and everything (including what happened). Tiff, feel free to Narrate Dropping Morgen off wherever you fancy! Ill drop Murk in with some new info once you guys have a bit of a chat and a round of drinks!

GM And so... As it so happened, no security guards tried to stop Dreadnought. To make attempt was as foolish as trying to stop the sun rising in the morning. Dreadnought had will to act, and action was made, irrespective of protest otherwise. The Dutch police arrested the Duke, but - it must be said - were not hopeful. The Duke bamboozled everyone with legal jargon which might not have been so vexatious was it not for the fact that he was, in fact, much more cunning and learned than his persona suggested. Dr. Sin, however, was another matter. He had a smile on his lips the whole time he was carted off under ultra high max security (with additional security measures added). He suggested he was very much looking forward to being inside the Blackstone. And so...Club Immortus, Paris... 'Twas the nearest Club Immortus to Holland, and Mr. Murk was on his way. He had given a notice to the beautiful dusky woman known as "Lillian", an immortal who said little but communicated much through brown eyes and red lips. She explained that Mr. Murk was tied up, but would be pleased to serve drinks and food whilst they waited....

Mr. Murk "Then, no support they shall have" replied Murk gravely. For all his smiles and heart, here he was cold steel. "I am a man of the Law. I have seen the brutality of many an ages, and I have come to one inescapable conclusion. Whilst the Law is not beyond critique. Whilst Law may be wrong, cruel, or foul, it is the architecture on which build a fair society" he explained. "The times past, when law was corrupted or absent, believe me, they were unpleasant" he said, not happy with the recollections. "They belonged to the man - or woman - with strength, be it of arm or other means. The weak suffered". "The Codus does not provide sanctuary to those that would not provide it themselves" he concluded. "And make no mistake, our members are not some secret society which protects its members from the world. It is, however, I must confess, a secret society!" he said, a little chuckle escaping him. "Before I proceed, can I count on your discretion on this matter? Many immortals do not advertise their immortality the world, for good reason too, I think. I myself operate in the shadows, and it from the murk that I draw my strength. Of course, given my appearance, it might be especially prudent for me to do so...."

The Red Rat This smelled like a dirty pile of dirt. With a side helping of dirt, spiced with essence of dirt and marinated in dirt. The Rat did not believe half of what she said, and the other half, she disbelieved. "Sounds great" she said. "You can rely on us to do what we can. Unfortunately, I'm not sure that is very much. We don't know who will be trying to steal, we don't know what, we don't know how, and we don't know why. That hamstrings us badly" she explained. Her voice was polite steel. "That may be something you can do nothing about. But we need to start narrowing parameters if you want us not just to try and help, but actually effectively help" she explained. "So, can we work on any of those questions?"

GM The sodlier when spinning through the air on more than one axis, and slammed into a nearby van with an alarming crunch. He slid down to a slump, his eyes closed, unconscious. His rifle fell from limp hands. Perhaps he mumbled something in Russian, perhaps not. It was hard to tell. For there was action elsewhere. The Torch cutter reached for his handgun, but was rudely interrupted by the leader. "Negative! Maintain mission!" was the snappy response. In English, but with an accent. The leader took careful aim, legs astance. Crack - Crack Crack! Three efficient bullets, his rifle not an full automatic but still deadly. This was a soldier with great discipline, who knew how to fight. And his aim, unfortunately for Replica, was true... "Whats going on? Whats going on?" Came Norths voice through the mobile...

RPG Guy is dazed this round. The Torch Cutter will carry on torch cutting. (He is three rounds from knocking through) The Leader will open fire! Fires at Replica: 1d20+7 25 Ouchies! That is a DC 20 Tough Save please!

Well that will certainly hit! Tough Save: 1d20+7 15 So, as I understand it, that is a DC 23 Toughness save so he is bruised and dazed. And knocked back! Anpther twenty five feet, so another DC 20 Tough Save Tough Save 2: 1d20+6 8 Bam, he is knocked out.

GM "The UK?" replied Morgen, still with burning blood in her veins. Despite that furious will of hers, she was in control. She seemed to harness her inner fire, rather than let it harness her. "My home? The hills, the rain. Trees and rivers. Cold winters and green summers. Yes, I would like that, although the world has changed and scarred in the many years I have slept" she mused. "I must see it though, and I thank you for your offer..." She crinked her neck. "I will wander this earth. I need to understand it, although I fear it is too strange a place to love. In any case, I must do it alone. I will be no pawn to man, woman, nay...nor even God!" she declared, looking at the sky with her empty scarred tissue that ran through where her eye used to be. "Oh! Can I come! You are quite a delightful valkyrie!" hooted up the Duke. "No! You are lucky I do not rip your fat head from your fat shoulders!" answered Morgen, pointing her sword at him. This seemed to shut the Duke up, although only temporarily, surely...

GM The disrobing caused shock and surprise! Not so much for theological reasons (although such an action would be most unusual), but for the magnificent shiny splendour of the simply spectacular Scarab! And she was floating too! "Oooh! I'm scared of flying!" said the doctor. "But then again, I am scared of getting shot or stabbed more!" And so, merely miniscule minutes later... The Scarab and Doctor Misi landed outside the mansion. It was rather old, and rather infirm, but beautful. Caliphate architecture, reasonably (but not well) maintained. Maybe a dozen rooms, A small courtyard, and walls. Two bored looking thugs just inside the courtyard, armed - the Scarab could see even at distance - with Daka weapons. But here was something interesting that caught her eye. A fat policeman, a thin man in a suit and sunglasses, and a tall caucasian woman with some peice of electronic equipment in her hand, all arguing about two dozen yards from the mansions entrance....

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!

Thanks

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!"