Supercape

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.

GM From a vantage point, a orange mohecan was not hard to find. There it was! Placed on top of shiny head which was, in turn placed on a punks body, full of leather and tattoos and suspicious looking bags of suspicious looking equipment. Getting into a gas guzzling monster truck with huge tires, with a smile on his face, accompanied by a couple of less descript but equally smug henchmen thugs....

GM "Errr...." The cogs of his mind clanked and lumbered painfully. They sounded like they needed oiling, but, alas, there was no oil for stupidity. "Farouk is pretty smart" he explained, although this was a relative statement clearly - indicating that Farouk was of average intelligence or therabouts. "If its a meet like that, he prefers it in public. Like the market in Cairo" he explained. "There is one, tomorrow midday" agreed the Doctor, nodding. He clearly preferred the suggestion of safety this would give. "Very busy" added the Thug. "And nice sweet tea! Just like my grandmother used to make!" he added, the memory soothing the anxiety of his current situation. "I can suggest that?"

GM "I can't reveal my sauces!" ... .... ..... After the tumbleweed had rolled past, Figg had second thoughts about his predicament. "Look, I didn't know it was explosive, right? I mean, it worked when I tried it before! Maybe a little fiery, but it cooked like a charm!" he explained. "I got it from this punk. He said he wanted to see if it worked ok as a cooking fuel. He had a nasty old attitude on him though. Damn him, using me as his guinea pig!" he cursed, giving an massive spit onto the singed grass. "He should be around here, somewhere. Can't miss him. Orange mohecan and orange sunglasses. Looks like a damn idiot if you ask me...."

In case needed Intimidate: 1d20+7 24

Snakebite Cassie had no idea how to unlock a phone, but she pocketed it anyway. They keys might well be handy, but offered no substance right now. She emptied the clips out of the guns and through them into the nearby water. She never approved of guns, or killing, or, for that matter, torture. No matter what the cost. Ritterton was, however, correct. Time was running out for Tate. And a bit of questioning was at least worth a try. She slapped the sleeping man around the face a litle to wake him up. The drug would be playing havoc with his brain, which might give her an edge in getting information, even if that information was corrupted! "Wakey wakey sunshine! We want Tate. Where is he?" it was a blunt and most likely ineffective strategem. But she would sweeten the deal with carrot and stick. "You can tell me now, and Ill pay you well enough to get out of the city and start a new life. Or you can start a new life at the bottom of the sea feeding the fishes..."

Ok, you can make a DC 15 Dex roll to avoid the Car Ram with superior bicycling skills! Or feel free to do something else (like abandon the bicycle with a acrobatic flip or something!) If you do get rammed, its a Damage 5 Effect, so not super serious!

GM "Keep in touch!" said North, as Replica peddled away. The traffic seemed to be getting worse than the minute. And with such frustrations, Replica even saw a few scuffles and fights break out. The police and emergency services were having the devil of a time; for no flashing lights would help in a situation like this. She even saw some paramedics running the street carrying a stretcher, desperation giving rise to out of the box thinking! She was half a block away full of furious biking when North called. "Heads up, Replica! We think we have isolated one of the problems. Its a coordinated attack, but key factor is hacking of autonomous self-driving cars! be alert for..." He didn't finish his sentence, or rather Replica was interrupted in listening to it. A crunch, a crash, and one of those experimental Doodle cars was driving over rooftops, to the sound of shattering glass and screams. And then, with a furious, engine-breaking burst of speed, trying to ram Replica and her bicycle!

GM The crowds parted like butter spread thinly on a hot anvil. Such was the effect of explosions. There were several people singed, and some badly. Sam Pepper started applying some first aid; part of WEST field training. The call to emergency services had already been made, and thanks to WEST's pre-warning, were not far out. Fortunately, Gossamer could see even with her basic first aid training that nobody had, fortunately been seriously hurt. The nearest person was Big Figg, who was patting out fires on his body through gritted teeth. He was made of strong stuff, Big Figg. "Wow! What the hell was that?" said Vernon Salt, actually taking a moment to relish in Big Figg's calamity. For the explosion had originated from his collection of spices, herbs, and various accondimants. "Whatever it was, its dangerous..." muttered Sam Pepper loudly and redundantly.

Know CIvics: 1d20+16 21

GM "By Mohammed's Beard, I will not do what you say!" he started, as his spinal cord did the work. Then, his frontal cortex hit the override switch as it did the more complicated work of balancing risks and rewards and listened carefully to his amygdala which was busy pumping out adrenaline. "Very well, I shall do ask you ask!" he added, trying to look noble and dignified in the face of all evidence to the contrary. "Please do not fire at my brain!" he whispered as an afterthought, although one would imagine it was not an exceptionally large target. "What do you want me to say?"

GM "Wha..wha...Britney I love you, hit me one more time!" mumbled the happily dreaming thug in that sweet few seconds before pleasant dreams slipped into hard reality. "Wait...where am I? Who are you?" he gasped. "Where's Farouk? Wait! I remember you! You punched me!" he complained. With increasing consciousness, a brief sense of bravado and limited guile crept in. Limited, it must be said. Farouk gathered his henchmen for their strength of body, not strength of mind. "By Allah! You shall not hear a word from me what do you want I'll do anything dont hit me!" he gasped, his bravado failing as soon as it started.

GM "Yeah! Errr....No! I mean yeah!" said the Pirate, completely uncertain. Around him, horns started blaring and sirens started wailing. "I mean...I didn't think it would get this bad..." he mumbled, ashamedly. "Look, I was given the app by some dark web hacker called Motherboard. Russian, I think...." he added even more ashamedly. "All for anarchy and freedom, they said!" North approached looking even more concerned. "I am getting reports in from the city. Its all coming to a standstill. But even more worrying, the epicentre is around a transport of a sample of Darwin-X under high security...." Darwin-X, the Russian Virus created by Doctor Zero, a weapon that killed over ninety percent of its victims and mutated the rest, often in unpleasant ways. Vanguard, in the UK had spent the last couple of years trying to track down the samples that escaped the fall of the USSR. A few precious samples had ended up in Freedom City for study. "Yeah, that falls under W.E.S.T. too" he explained to Replica. "And I don't think this is a coincidence. This is engineered. And with the city seizing up, I can't call in any experts either..."

Hope it went well!

GM Buzzy Buzzing Buzz, went the bees as the flowed into the Chocolate factory and flew this way and that, into every nook and cranny. Thanks to their small size and being robots (as opposed to the live version) they were careful enough not to be noticed. They swarmed above the various officials in their overalls. The robo-bees did not have olfactory senses, of course. What smells they might have encountered! The place was clearly alive with the noble art of choclate making, of every flavour and type. Bags of Hazelnuts in one vat, then careful titration vanilla extract in another. But Tabitha, it seems, liked the purest, darkest chocholate there was. For in the "Ultra-dark 99%" section of the factory the foreman was going over the figures with an underling. "I don't get it! Is there a malfunction in the vat? We are down 17% production!" From the size of the vat, that was a very great amount of chocolate indeed.

Fascimile - 2 HP Beekeeper - 3 HP Pixie - Fatigued Grumpy - Unharmed

Even with 30, I realise you cant beat the morph (its really their main power - so that its more a psychological game!) Nevertheless, the search can reveal some clues and will appear IC!