Supercape

Snakebite "Ah! You say that now!" answered Snakebite, spinning backwards away from him. She turned around and fired the tranq-gun once more into the man with a gentle pffft. The small needle poked out of his chest. "But when my truth serum hits your brain, you will be singing like Aretha" she grinned, before the smile turned cruel. "It hurts, by the way. And fries your brain. But I guess you are happy with permanent neurological damage if it keeps the doctor safe?" she asked. "Of course, if you start talking now, I don't have to shoot you with five more doses...you may even come out of this unharmed...."

Righty ho-! Lets fire another Tranq-dart! Shifting +2 DC,- 2Attacj T Dart: 1d20+10 17 So I think that hits, for another DC 17 Fort Fatigue Effect! As Move action will try a fast intimidate Fast Intimidate: 1d20+2 11 which I doubt will work but will post it anyway!

Snakebite "You call me stupid?" retorted Snakebite. Wow, it was tempting to actually explain to them how they had fallen for the ruse! But she bit her tongue. "I'll never give you the journal!" she said proudly. "Now, YOU give me TATE!" she demanded. With that, she gave a quick run forward and turned into a side kick at the other man. One of these guys would surely no something!

Right, moving to melee as a move action, and kicking Agent 2! Kick: 1d20+12 16 well, it might hit! If it does, a DC 21 TOughness

GM It seemed that every minute, the gridlock was getting worse. But fortunately, they were there in a minute! The drive involved prangs and dents as Replica had to shove other cars out of the way. North groaned with every prang, but as he said "The Budget will cover it!" A few dents was a small price to pay. Edging round one corner, Replica tipped the car on its side, and drove one block, on the pavement, on just two wheels. To much gasps and applause. A few frustrated drivers even contemplated doing the same, but fortunately thought better of it. In Fifty-Nine Seconds, Replica had driven the WEST car to the Starbase Coffee shop. One startled young man, in his early twenties, with a T Shirt showing an angry pirate, and a laptop in his backpack, yelped in surprise. "How did you....?" he gasped as he saw the car. He shrieked, and for a moment it seemed his unruly black hair stood up straight. Credit to him, he did not pause long. For such is the effect of fear. Instead, he jumped onto his bicycle he had chained up outside Starbase. Then he cursed, and started fumbling around with the lock. A precious few seconds delay...

Broom! I hope that IC works. If not, ill edit something in!

Taking ten again. Not sure if that IC would work, but feel free to make any rolls required!

Starshot Starshot pushed the hoverbike as far as it could go; gravitic propulsion on sands was not the easiest, he realised, and the pirate knew how to handle his bike. Keeping in a straight line, he pursued. It was an even match in vehicles, and it was only the ebb and flow of dunes that made any difference as they weaved as best a line as they could. Unslinging his blaster rifle, he waited till floating up to the top of a dune. He fired repeatedly, not really aiming but just pounding out shot after shot of recoiless energy until he descended the dune again. He didn't want to hit his opponent, but he hoped to churn up the sand. Maybe obscuring his vision would slow him down...

GM "Well we better get going then!" echoed both, almost simultaneously. One scuttle outside (at top speed) later... North was in his early fifties, full of experience. He had travelled the world and was in reasonable condition, but he wasn't cut out for running for long. He was sweaty and short of breath by the time they had ran up the stairs of the basement and out into the street. Simmons, on the other hand, had a wiry endurance that came with his spindly frame. North jogged to the car, but the gridlock was forming around them. Everywhere they could hear beeps and horns, and the sounds of irrate drivers. Whatever plan the AI had set in motion was coming to fruition. Simmons looked at Replica. "We might be better off by foot...?" he asked her. A look around, and Simmons was probably right. Unless they did some very risky and brutal driving steam-rollering through the traffic. On the other hand, the WEST car had their equipment in (such as it was) and North didn't look like he could keep pace... Other than that, they could always comandeer a bicycle or motorcycle...at least for now, they could still move reasonably freely...

Mr Murk "No, that is true" smiled Mr. Murk in return. It was unusual, dealing with an immortal so young. So unusual, he had forgotten how it went. But an immortal was an immortal, whatever their age, with the same vulnerabilities. It was true that at her age, the nuances and difficulties were yet to be experienced. But as the years progressed, it would be hard to hide.... "Do not be alarmed, I come without malice. Even if I did, I doubt I have the strength to inflict my will on you, even if I should wish it" he explained. "No, my intentions are entirely benign. I come with an offer, nothing more, and nothing less" he explained. "But this may not be the best place to speak of such matters. If I have your interest, and your trust, I would meet you where we can speak more openly..."

GM "Thou mockest me!, Mockest me thou does! Verily, mock----" But unfortunately, we shall never hear the next permutation of mangled Shakespeare, for his digital architecture exploded into dust data. And useful dust data, at that! The Irate Pirate was operating out of a Starbase cafe only two blocks away! On a medium spec laptop. Specs that Replica recognised and understood. She was fairly confident she could even spot the laptop make in the real world! A slight oddity, though. For although this hacker was of reasonable skill, there was nothing truly exceptional about him. How on earth had he hacked into such an advanced system? Ah! In the remnants of his code she spotted a highly advanced hacker app. Something she had never seen before. A programme so advanced that it had elevated this moderate hacker into a dangerous expert. But more interestingly, this programme was designed specifically for the traffic control AI. In other words, someone had armed this hacker. With a weapon that only worked for the traffic control system.

Just to note, Pixie has stunted Invisibility (affects others) on Grumpy and Grumpy alone (no more PP for anything else!) based on her invisibility power. It is sustained duration, so if she gets stunned etc it may be lost. For reference Puzzle Pixie - Unharmed, Fatigued. If you can think of any other cool way to get inside via sneak or fast talking or just diplomacy, go ahead!

GM And so...at the Chocholate Factory... The four of them set down. Although only three where visible. The invisible one, Grumpy, was still remarking on how we was, as he put it, "UNVISIBLE!". Pixie was a bit tired from placing her invisibility onto Mr. Grumpy, and was a little anxious now that she could not be invisible. But, overall, she was pleased she had managed it. The Chocolate Factory was your average factory full of butsle and hustle. Lots of men and women walking around in yellow overalls. A few walking around with clipboards. Some busy, some just trying to look busy. Getting inside would either be through the main entrance (which had a very low level of security and was for all visitors and personel), or via the delivery hangar, where all the trucks and lorries delivering raw ingredients and transporting away yummy chocolate were driving. There was no security here, but lots of activity. Or, as Mr. Grumpy suggested. "ME SMASH THROUGH WALLS!"

Ok by me

I think we are good to progress, @Avenger Assembled

OK! So will shift the attack +2 DC / -2 Attack Shoot!: 1d20+10 25 I suspect that hits! Which is a DC 17 Fortitude Fatigue Poison effect!

GM "Farouk? That bucket of slime? Hmmm" Misi considered the matter for a moment. It did not take long. "I have a pretty good guess. Tasmah Aldam. Crocodile blood. A cesspool of depravity and debauchery. Where every no good infidel spends his days in wine, hasish, and women, boasting of conquests and dealing in the black market...!" he explained. "Or....um....so I have heard. Obviously, I would not tarnish my soul by going there myself. But, I suppose I might face such spiritual anguish for the greater good!" "LETS GO!" he said, excitedly, almost salivating.

GM "Hmph. I suppose I could try something..." said Pixie, the grump seeming to have infected her. She screwed up her face, clenched teeth, and became invisible. And then, in a manner most peculiar, almost indescribably, the invisibility flowed off her and on to the Grumpy Green Giant. "What? ME no see ME!" started Grumpy. "ME not VISIBLE!" he exclaimed, stomping around. The stomps, it must be said, could be heard. "Phew...is that what you wanted?" Pixie asked Beekeeper and Fascimile, hands on her knees exhausted from the effort.

Queenie - 1 HP - Unharmed Gossamer - 2HP - Unharmed

Diamondlight "Thing can always get worse" replied Diamondlight, firmly but with a glint in his eye and a cold smile on his lips. "But I love a gamble. If the cards always fell your way, there would be no point in playing" he explained as he landed. Truth was, it was a much more comfortable flight than he had anticipated. "And now, its time to turn over a few cards and see what we are dealing with" he said, full of anticipation. "I don't want you to think me a coward, but after you, sir!" he said, smoothly. "If there bee any traps here, they might not sting if the owner. In other words, being dressed in Beekeeper armour might spare you any trap or pit!"

Snakebite Of course, they did not walk too fast. One could not reel the bait in too quickly. They peeled off down a smaller road, towards the docks. She started guiding Ritterton towards less well lit, dim, and empty streets by the dock, until eventually she thrust him (quick but gently) around a corner. "Take cover. Ill get out little fishes" she whispered, noting, with a certain pleasure, that it is was in the docks that the fishing would be done. She drew out her tranq-gun. Ideally, knocking out one would be good. And keeping one awake for a bit of interrogation and intimidation. She crept forward, boots sliding against the concrete, almost silently...

Well, she is going to try and surpise them! Stealth: 1d20+10 18 And as it is probably coming up Initiative: 1d20+10 22 If possible, ducking into low-light area where she has the advantage ov her super senses!

GM And so...a moment or two later... Doctor Ahmed Misi and the Scarab stood some safe distance away. The Doctor was not exatly pleased with the Scarab's jiggery-pokery. After all, her calculations and modifications to the equipment in the warehouse were designed to safely blow everything up. "But!" he explained. "If I can get Farouks treacherous head in my hands, oh...well...that will be a sweetness amongst all the bitter days!" he muttered. As cowardly and passive as he might appear, Misi was clearly one for vengeance. You could almost see the Cogs turn in his head as he calculated and wondered about all the violent nasty ends he might empose on Farouk. And empose in a most slow way. "Its valuable, all the equipment in that warehouse" he said, one last plea to the Scarab. "Are you sure you have to blow it up?"

Bang. He is ejected! Post the attack and ill reply with a stream of useful data!

GM Morgen stayed her blade, her fury oozing out of with her sweat. "Ice man, I will make my own path through this world, and I am glad it does not begin with death. And yet...I am not sure if you are life, or death, or something in between. I pray you are on the side of life, anyway. I pray I will not rue this day..." She lowered the blade. "Now, as you yield, you must swear to let me be, and not hinder my own road..." she demanded. Although now, her kindness showed. This was not a demand of fury, but a demand of liberty. "I confess, this day has not gone quite as I anticipated" said Sin, slowly. "The Icy Juice was invaluable, you see. If only we could have harvested more!". He looked...dissapointed...but not, despite every appearance, defeated. The Duke, for his part, was happy. "What a show! What delightful little people you all are!" he laughed, quite gay. "Now, if you would mind taking your boot off me" he asked Voin. "I would love to bake you a cake and listen to your wonderful stories! And tell me of this Codus...."