Supercape

Tough vs Blaster: 1d20+10 28 Lucky hit, lucky save!

Any chance of giving me a roll, @Cubismo?

Mr Murk Mr Murk sipped at his tea. "Unique. Perhaps. I am the last of my race, as far as I know. It is lonely, for the most part, and has made me value love above all, perhaps because I have had a paucity of it, by and large. There is no finer quality in man - or, in times past, my own race..." he said, with a sad smile. HIs eyes were wet in memory. "This is unchanging, despite every brutality from ignorance, despite ever diminishment from progress" he said, optimistically. "In this view, I do not think I am unique. But several old immortals are drowning in their tears of despair, whereas I only swim in sorrow, tempered with hope" he explained. "My years have formed philosophy. The Immortal is not superior to the mortal. But he is the subject of envy for some, at risk of the most abject horrors. To promethean, never ending tortures or torment. With his plight hidden or unrecognised so oft. I do not blame the mortal for envy, or for desire of more life, for life is precious. But I do worry about the consequences of such passions....we are at risk of particular disaster, and with sympathy and sanctuary in lesser supply..."

DC 20 Life Sciences (Trained only) knowledge to recognise

GM "Sure thing, boss!" replied Smokey, giving a cheery salute and jumping in his truck. He gave the engine a powerful rev, and set off. He did not drive fast, and was making no attempt to sneak off or evade. He was not exactly driving slowly, either, but he was giving the two superheroes ample time and ability to follow him. And it did not take long. A couple of miles, at most, through dusty southern dirt tracks, till they came to a ramshackle, almost ruinous old farmhouse of wood and rot. Vines and moss seemed to cover every wall and most of the roof. The ground around it was alive with undergrowth, with mushrooms and flowers, with fruit and vegetables. It had a slightly pleasant sweeting rotting smell to them. "Here we are! Now, be careful...she's a bit...cooky...." muttered Smokey, tapping the side of his head...

GM "It might be the two are intertwined" replied North, sitting down and pressing his finger tips together in a stressed repose. "But...to the matter. Or rather, matters. I have to oversee the construction of EAST, which is a difficult matter. We are sure to make mistakes, and learn from those mistakes, and refine our practice. But if you can offer any advice, it would surely be appreciated" he began. "The next issue is one of your relationship with us, if you wish to have one. There is no compulsion in this matter. I would suggest it would be mutually beneficial for us to examine your base once a year. It would alleviate needless anxiety from some, and provide your with ammunition against undeserved critique" he offered. "If you are in agreement, I can note your down as a potential consultant for WEST. This would mean working with another agent when helping us, and accepting some...what I hope are reasonable...limitations to your authority, and equal limitations to our resources" he explained. "A bit of a one-sided deal, I confess, although it may appeal to your altruism..." "And finally, if you are so inclined, I can ask for security clearance. This will mean you can operate - with some oversight - independently on our behalf, and have full access to our resources. The flip side is that I do need to get you security clearance, which is not easy...or pleasant. You will understand that we are dealing with dangerous technology, and nobody wants one state or spy appropriating such danger. It does require security clearance from several organisations - and that, in turn, requires you answer candid questions about your past, background, and so on. Information that will be confidential, but even so, may be something that you are reluctant to give. More of a two way street, this option..."

GM "That may very well come in handy" replied North and I thank you for the offer. WEST cannot hope to stop every disaster. Perhaps we can do a little contingency planning should the worst come to pass. It is only a matter of time before room villain, or fool, let's loose Darwin X in a populated area. Or something worse..." He added gloomily. He straightened up. Much as he loved the infirmary he could not loiter there indefinitely. "Well I can find nothing here that would concern us. Or, more accurately, there are sufficient safeguards around the risks" he clarified. "Is there any other part, or parts, of the base you would show me?"

I gave v limited internet access so feel free to roll that for me ?

GM "Your physiology?" Asked North, gently. "Forgive me, I don't wish to pry. I understand that many individuals with super powers have unusual phsiologies or bio medical problems. I have seen some of the rare survivors of Darwin X and if they didn't luck out, it can leave terrible muations" he actually shuddered at the recollection. "It seems you are well equipped to treat both yourself any guest, though. Very well equipped.." He added more brightly, studying the equipment with expert eye.

GM "I would not profess to understand the engineering involved in your generator" replied North. "I'll take your word it is not powered by a black hole!" He added as a little joke, before wondering if it was, in fact, powered that way... "The library and infirmary are unlikely to be threats, of course. But I am a doctor by background and if you would indulge my personal curiosity, I would like to see them...?" he asked politely.

GM "A sensible philosophy...for the most part" replied North carefully looking, but not touching. He could not but help a sour sting at the thought. WEST was indeed being well funded. But he still had to make tough calls. They had decided on depth rather than breadth...doing a little very well rather than a lot superficially. He often wondered if that was the right call... Never mind...making allies like Doctor Deoxy would certainly help! "We are well funded, or rather, reasonably funded. But it would certainly help if we can call on your assistance now and again..."

Mr Murk "I have the same ethos. And yet, I find it less than simple in practice" Club Immortus of Dehli was suitably Indian in style and decor, harking back to the day of the ran. Elegant but with edge of dusty antiquity. They sat down to some tea served in equally antique silver served by a sprightly, almost effeminate short haired young man. Or perhaps, given his beauty, a woman dressed in masculine style. So settled, Mr Musk dispensed with his facade. In front of Tsunami sat a Neanderthal, dressed in a suit. "As you can see, I am rather old..." he smiled, looking directly at her with milky white blind eyes.

GM "It would be a foolish man to come poaching here. Although the world is full of fools, I suppose. And plenty of fools are greedy" He conceded. "I commend you on the charity and humanity if these cells. But let us hope they are never needed.." What he was growing to trust doctor deoxy, he did have unspoken nagging worry. Somebody could potentially be imprisoned, however humanely, and nobody would be any the wiser. Not really his department. And unlikely. But he did ponder the thought. Perhaps the doctor might concede to annual inspection as a safeguard...

GM "mmmm" replied North non-comittaly. So.ulated realities, by and large were at least safe. In the wrong hand, malign. In the wristbands,benign.a tool.and like any tool, a potential weapon. But WEST were not about weapons.they were about explosions. And this did not seem like an explosion. "Useful, I am sure. I much prefer simulated catastrophes to real ones!" Unless we are in a simulated reality. Or those infinite copues of me an infinite multiverse that are.. Bah! I'm a no microbiologist not a philosopher! Too much see ulationrots the brain! He waited for the next destination on the tour...

GM "That would be most agreeable. As was the meal" replied North.in truth be was not much of a meat eater and whilst there was no cause to complain about the cooking he half wished he had gone for the vegetarian option. "The more I see, the more reassurance I can give" Provided, of course, that what I see is reassuring... "Please, lead on..."

GM "A fair question, to which there is no fair answer" replies North, honestly. "Humanity, obviously, is the priority. We all would prefer to save the human race compared to, say, the termite. Or even animals we are close to, such as dogs, if the choice boiled down to something that hard" He folded his napkin away. "But the humanity is woven into the world. A catastrophe, such as we aim to prevent, affects all. It would perhaps be best to consider us as firemen. Firemen save human lives, but what they really do is prevent and put out fires. Except, of course, the fires we deal with could consume everything"

GM A man of science then, rather than politics. I can't say I blame him...the two are uneasy bedfellows at best. That was what they had hired him for, he thought as he munched into an i teresting, unique, and far from unpalatable steak. Perhaps, thoough, he should have asked iit a litlle more cooked... "If you like sharks you should meet this British guy, half man, half shark" he rambled, recalling a brief meet with Sgt Shark last month. He found Doctor Deoxy's love of them slightly disconcerting even if understandable. "But if you love them for being so unchanged, why your own love for...dabbling?" He asked.

GM This was enough to crack the bravest of souls, and sunder the stupidity of the most foolish. However seductive the lure of social media hits on scrapchat or Instagrime one had to be alive to bask in its ephemeral allure. In other words they ran away as hard as they could. The factory was no empty! Except, one would presume, for a chocolate living and third of a magic key!

GM "Hey, hey, take it easy, will ya!" Gasped Smokey. "I ain't going to fight two superheroes! Look, I ain't a good man, I admit it. But I ain't a total to drag either" "So I'm cooperating. I'll take ya to greenfingers. I was gonna drive ya" he offered. "Me and my crew are at her disposal. Like I said, we ain't gonna ever be upstanding members of society. But even if we live in da gutter, we got some kinda line..." He nodded at their truck. "Do ya want a lift, or ya going to lift us? As long as you don't leave me stranded without my wheels, good by me!" He grinned

Snakebite "No, we can't. That phrase...caged...sounds to me like that's a code. A code for under duress. Which would be standard operation. We give the duress code. They lock onto our signal. Or set a trap" She turned back to the drugged man. "So, you blew it. You just cut your payment. Next time you criss me, I'll cut something off you that's going to be a lot more painful" she said, bluntly. "You may think you are in control here. But that's all it is. Just thinking you are. How about I throw you in the water face down with a couple of tranq darts and see if your buddy is going to be as stupid, and dead, as you are?"

Initiative: 1d20+6 17

With her JoT skill, Replica can make a Knowledge [Tactics] Roll. (Ill fudge it so she automatically recognises, as per IC, these are well drilled soldiers) DC 20 DC25

GM The Four Sodliers abseiled down on their ropes. Well armed, well armoured. This was a very well drilled set of soldiers, Replica could tell that much at least. Two stood guard, standing on abandoned cars, AK-47s at the ready. Replica could see various other arms - a handgun, grenadres of various types, combat knife. These guys meant business. Particularly the one with an RPG launcher strapped to his back. The other two set to work on the back of the armoured car. Both fired up cutting torches, and proceeded to get to wrok on the truck. Whilst the truck was indeed heavily armoured, the cutting torches were brutaly effective. It would be only a few minutes to get through... But for now, none of them had spotted Replica!

Notice: 1d20+2 16

Off for a break tomorrow for four or five days, with spotty internet connection and mobile phone!