Supercape

Snakebite "Doctor Tate? Sounds perfect" replied Cassie. "Slow to warm and quick to anger?" she finished his sentence. "Hazards of travelling. At least to some parts. I have had a few scrapes in my time" she conceded. "But don't worry, Ritterton. I know how to be diplomactic and tactful. Ill swallow my enthusiasm in the name of patience" she smiled. Truth was, it wouldn't be an easy or tasty swallow. This mystery had got her very excited, and she was willing the jet to fly faster. "I don't want things to get rough. But, in my experience, its best to plan ahead..." She opened up her hand bag and showed him the Tranq-gun revolver. "Just in case..."

Snakebite Cassie didn't particularly like flying, but it held no particularly noxious status either. Instead, she helped herself to a Gin and Tonic and continued pondering some of the books and maps she had packed. She wondered what his bad experiences were, and decided not to ask. Not, at least, whilst on the plane. "History isn't really a precise science is it? I guess that's part of why I love it. Still, I uncovered something..." She gave a potted synopsis over ten minutes, showing him the fruits of her labours. "Which, I suppose, gives us a strong indication of what we might find. I hope you aren't allergic to silver" she smiled.

Sure. I was going to have that in the intro. YOu can assume that WEST have a truck with various equipment in it parked at the BBQ. However, due to the time needed to pull this together and size constraints, it is not top quality. So no tricoder, and a -2 penalty to on-site knowledge / craft rolls (what we are talking about is low end university / top range high school stuff).

Snakebite Carrawessi...At'tay... Myths and legends, giving an obscured look at the past. She closed the last book that lokoed worringly like it had be bound in human flesh, with a satisfaction at he work. The tale was a familiar enough archetype, although it was more bleak and poetic than most "Sorcery gone wrong" types. She could only imagine that At'tay, if he was real (And she suspected he was), was neither good nor bad. Just a man with power in his hands and pain in his heart. The mystery was ripening. She could hardly wait to get on the plane. Or, more accurately, to get off it. Packing a few books and maps, and her clothes, she went to board a privately chartered jet... Well, wealth had some privileges. And, of course, her tranq - gun and whip needed to come. You could never be too careful...

Round 3 27 Duplicate Duke - Unharmed, Prone 25 - Frost - 0 HP - Fatigued, Bruised, Dazed 15 - Morgen - Unharmed [Sword at Tough 6] 12 - Voin - Unharmed - 2 HP 7 - DReadnought - Unharmed - 0HP 0 - Dr Sin - Pinned I think a response from Frost is warranted in terms of reaction and speech, even if he is dazed? The Duke is just blowing kissed at Voin right now

GM "You have clearly defeated me" laughed Dr Sin, who looked for all the world as if he had one a huge victory. "I am completely powerless, and at your disposal!" He looked Dreadnought straight in the eye. "You have signed the Codus, have you not? I know you are bound not to kill me, or induce promethean suffering. Yes, I saw your scrawl in Murk's book, along with mine own. So enough with your threats! I have surrendered to your will, and I know you will not dare face the wrath of the Codus. I confess, even I would find such animosity worrisome!" Meanwhile, Morgen paused. She held her sword with a ferocious grip, and her muscles were tight with coiled anger. "Well, Ice-man? It seems I have another cold hearted demon defeated..." she said, blunt and determined. "My..friend...Joseph, speaks well enough of you that I will mute my suspicion, and stay my hand. Do you yield?"

GM Bees were not, of course, the smartest of insects. And insects were not the smartest of living things. Still, in a community, some kind of quasi-intelligence was always presence. "Yezzzzz!" was the resounding answer from a hundred bees. "We zzzaw some little shiny man eating our honey!" they replied angrily. "We stung him and stung him but it didn't bother him! He was to shiny!" Shiny probably meant metal, one would suppose. "He was hiding in the bee keepers pocket! He looked like a spoon!" they explained. This presumablyl was the real bee keeper. In that it mean the man running Yummytummy. The man who was keeping these bees, as opposed to the kid in a magnificent bee armour!

GM The Duke dove to the floor and got major grass stains on his silk shirt. "You ruined it! Ruined it, you did!" he protested. "My garden, my shirt, and my pride!" He didn't looked that bruised in pride, to be honest. He was thoroughly enjoying himself, by all appearances. He just liked complaining, and doing so with a grin on his face. He turned over, still lying down, and took the pose of a reclining Buddha which fitted his rather short, rather fat frame. "Oh I do like a lady who is unladylike!" he said, blowing her a kiss and giving her a wink.

That brings us to dreadnought

GM "<You sure don't look like someone Farouk would send>" grumbled one of the men. All three pointed there strange weapons (unbenknownst to them, quite inhibited) at the Scarab. "<You look like someone going to get blasted!>" laughed another man. "<So you better tell us who you really are...and...err...we won't kill you very much!>" he said, clumsily presenting what could only be described as a really bad deal. Which didn't make any sense. That said, the men pointed there guns and looked tough. Scarab got the sense that they probably were tough. Ex-military, possibly. Not your average thug, certainly. But still not employed from smarts....

For narrative purposes we can waive that. He is tripped!

GM "I feel safer locked in a steel fortress in Freedom City patrolled by impervium weave defender bots with Vorpal laser swords" he ansered, wringing his hands. "But I guess you aren't offering that option" he lamented. "Well, up here it is then! I don't like violence. Or being around violence. Being around violence raises the risk of violence being done to you. Accidentally or otherwise. I find pain rather painful. I don't really fancy it" he pleased. Before falling to his knees and grabbing onto one of the Scarabs Shin in a plea. "Don't let me die!" he wailed.

Snakebite "It will be a pleasure to have your company" replied Cassie, thinking an interpreter would be most handy. Arabic and English might do at times, but a native speaker was far superior. "Ill take a look, Doctor Ritterton" she said, holding on to the map case. With a day or so before the flight, her time was spent studying the case, and looking through the records of the British Library. She had never heard of this island, but you never know, obscure references and myths might now be less obscure and more real with this new information. Of course, the world was aflood (no pun intended) with myths of sunken islands and sunken cities, and getting to grips with the truth was a tough business. But you never knew...

Cassie will take 20 on history knowledge for 35, see if she can find any obscure references to myths and legens about the island in the British Library!

ooc for this The normal slightly jarring railroading, apologies. Feel free to narrate whatever entry you want (within reason!). Broadly speaking, Goss has been called down by WESt as per IC. Queenie just gets mixed up in mad science and is down there as celebrity chef (or however you want!)

GM Sept 1st, Redhill It was a moderate sized southern town that bathed in sunshine. It could feel too hot mid summer, but the blaze had cooled a little and the friendly Texan town was now enjoying great weather. It was not a remarkable town, except for its annual Barbeque championships, where the finest chefs of the South congregated to explore new flavours, meats, and flames. Do not be mislead - this was world class cuisine despite its narrow remit. And it was not even as narrow as one might imagine. The cooking blended in from around the world. Indonesian, Nepalese, and Thia flavours and recipes permeated the event, and every possible variation and twist on the theme was not only allowed, but encouraged. And of course, Queenie was there. Being hounded by Mr Vernon Salt, a man of immense girth and considerable sweat, who fancied himself the second best BBQ chef in Texas. And wanted to be the first. "Please, give me a pointer!" "Just a little hint!" "Show me how to do it!" and other refrains bubbled from his bubbly lips. This was pointed out by Ms. Samantha Pepper, agent of W.E.S.T, to Gossamer. "Thanks for coming, Ma'am" she said to Gossamer. "I know it was all a bit of a rush and you didn't get fully briefed" she started. "Doctor North requested your presence and probably gave you half the picture..." she added, almost apolegetically. Sam Pepper was a tall blond woman with clear blue eyes and a functional business suit. Her pretty face had a badly broken nose and her voice had a nasal quality. Texan, through and through, but educated, too. "World Exoctic Science Taskforce. Brand new. Logistical Nightmare. No official authority here" she explained. "But we have had some unusual chemical readings here. Nothing hazardous. Odd organic chemicals. We haven't had a chance to analyse properly, but the potential is there for self-replicating molecules. Grey Goo Scenario..."

If that drops the concealment, then I guess the readied action from Echohead kicks in? If so - Blasts: 1d20+10 17 on the attack roll which I guess is a miss (although its a DC 21 Tough Save if not!)

GM The splinters of ice and ember blossomed once again. Morgen actually raised her eyes. "No! It cannot be! This blade is forged from matter immaterial! From the Gods of the sky! From the Beating of my heart! It cannot be broken..." And yet, for a moment, it seemed it might. But, crumbling as it did, it held true. "Yes! I admire your strength, Frost man! But my strength is greater!" And then, with a full blown, fury driven thrust, she brought the blade straight into the centre of Frost....

Stabs Frost ish: 1d20+10 30 Oh lord. And yes, Affects Insub 2 on the magic blade! So that is a critical and thus a DC 30 Tough Damage effect and DC 25Will Fatigue effect. Sorry! And Voin is up!

GM One hurried car ride later. Simmons drove. He was an elegant man in his late twenties. Clean shaven, dark haired, square jawed. A bright computer graduate with an adventurous streak. He had a slightly spindly frame, with his suit hanging off him, but as North explained, WEST recruited for brains rather than brawn. There were already signs of traffic congestion if one looked out for them. And the trip took longer than it should, even with North making frantic calls to FCPD and Simmons mounting more than one curb, rushing more than one red light. As it happened, the FC Traffic Dept was in central Downtown, in a rather drab building of poor design. More concrete than brick. Still, it would, one imagine, be a sturdy building if subjected to attack. Through some rather mediocre security (North had pulled strings to get them hand waved), the three of them descended into the heart of the building - the basement - where the quantum computer was sat. Connected to a thousand cables, it blinked quietly in a cool room, humming away. A large upright box, a bit like a cola vending machine, except all sleek and black...

An unfortunately good roll: Crash of swords: 1d20+6 23 although enough for the Ember sword to be injured (now tough 5)

GM "Sure? I'm not sure of anything!" blabbered North before forcing himself to calmness. "Apologies. This is stressful. WEST is new, and we cant afford a botch now. Hell, we can't afford a botch any time. But particularly not now" he explained. "I have our field agent, Simmons, working on the case. He knows computers, thats his speciality, but look - he is just a field agent. Not a true expert. Our agents are somewhat jack of all trades, master of none. Which is what we need for field agents investigating the oddities. He thinks its a human hacker. But...well. He might be right, might be wrong..." he explained, pressing down his moustache. "What he does no, for pretty sure, is that the traffic controlling AI is active. And...well. Some idiot at ASTRO labs coded it to "Avoid traffic flow problems". That was its drive. And now, we are thinking there is a simple solution to that. No traffic flow at all. Crash a few cars. Or a truck loaded with nuclear material. Or a hundered other things. CIty could become gridlocked...." "FC traffic control are already noting major peculiarities. We wanted to pull the plug...but the AI may well be paranoid...." He looked at Replica with firm desperation. "Look, I am out of my depth. So is Simmons. And the clock is ticking..."

So done!

Ill take 10 with SM and get 20!

Starshot "He's getting away!" started Starhot, as the HUD of his helmet fizzed. WARNING POWER LEVELS CRITICAL "Perfect timing" he grunted, unclipping his helmet and throwing it to one side as the last trilithium battery faded. He clenched his draws, the scar running down his left side contorting and livid. A dirty scar on a handsome face. A determined face. "You aren't getting away that easy!" he yelled, and jumped on the other hover bike, blaster rifle swinging on his back as he powered up the engine...