Supercape

Ok so there are twenty EWs, using the Thug archetye from Core Rules (with a few rather tedious skill modifications unlikelly to be of any relevance like survival skill and the assumption that a few of them have additional skills needed such as bomb making etc). Initiative: Initiative: 1d20+1 4 Round 1 13 - Tek - Unharmed - 2 HP 4 - EW [20] We may not play this out strictly as combat as even combined they are not much of a threat but lets see how it plays out.

GM "Oh no! I didn't bring it with me! That would be foolish!" babbled the doctor. "It's safely...well....sort of safely...in Egypt, where I found it! An extraordinary device! Its hyperdimensional lensing can create a destructive charge of immense...ah...well..." "It was in the desert, you see. I'm not an archeologist. I don't know how it got there. What I do know is that it has been corrupted. Distorted, you might say. It's hard to explain. Its as if the dimensions are twisted...and so are its energies. There are reports of Daka Crystals being corrupted before, but to much lesser degrees. Hitler was trying to get his hands on one, they say. But it went missing in Switzerland..." he babbled, throwing in even more irrelevant information and mind-bending equations which even the Scarab had to pause and think about. "Anyway, its extremely valuable. And I wanted to make some money!" he said, bluntly.

GM The short thin man trembled at the sight of the Scarab! "Yes yes, of course! Whatever you say! Don't blast me with your laser beams!" he implored. "Or..wait! That was sonic energy, wasn't it?" he said, scientific curiousity calming him down. "Really powerful, too! Why, how did you do that?" he asked. He caught himself - realising with a start the horror of his situation. "Anyway! Don't disintegrate me! My name is Doctor Ahmed Misi. I am a physicist! I...er....its complicated! I found something and...er....yes....a corrupted Daka Crystal! Very valuable! Perhaps you could use it?" he suggested, desperate.

GM And so.. It all went to plan. So far. Vlarmir road his motorcycle through the forests and dirt tracks. It was not an easy ride, through such terrain, but with a little care it was uneventful. Vladmir had the distinct impression, as he approached the eco-warriors camp, that things looked just a little more toxic and dying than previously. The terrorists had not bothered to camouflage themselves particularly; unless one knew they were there, it was unlikely anyone would find them. He could apprach from a distance - and he noted that whilst the bulk of the group were still loitering around, they were down four or five members...presumably some brave souls had entered the plant. Or were still scouting around trying to find him...

GM "Gah!" groaned Treestock, his gun sweeping from each woman almost too rapidly too follow. "If only I could shoot you! See if you bleed blood or glass!" he complained, quite unaware that blood would flow from neither form. "Boss, boss, the Cops are here!" said the Guard from upstairs, panic in his voice. "So what? Tell em to get lost!" grumbled Treestock, doubt slowly infusing into his ego. "They ain't taking no for an answer boss! Said they got a call!" "What? Who called em? We got a traitor!" "Not me boss! Not me!" yelped the guard. "Now this does put a bad beat on the day" muttered Treestock, swinging his gun around in annoyance. "Time, then, for a getaway! I don't know which of you is which, but its time for you both to come with me! Time to see the city!" With that, he pressed a concealed button, and a secret getaway opened! A hidden door, thick, leading into...welll....a poorly illuminated tunnel. "My love, at last! We shall be together, free as birds!" sighed the Glass woman contentedly.

Sense Motive: 1d20+9 24! Made it!

GM Well, as scooter pointed out, it has worked plenty well. It was an hour to get back to Emerald City safely, and Scooter, being Scooter, got their in fourty eight minutes. It could well be called a hair-raising ride, particularly as Scooter started talking about all the road traffic accidents she had been in, laughing mightily whilst taking her eyes of the road. Nevertheless, they got there in one peice and without any traffic cops pulling her over. Scooter was kind enough to drop Vladmir at a destination of his choosing...

GM With the thum of vibrations zooming through the rough road, the rather rusty vehicle of the Eco-terrorists had little or no change. It bumped along for a few seconds, then something fell off the undercarriage. Something that looked pretty important. To drive home the point, one tyre snapped and dropped to full flatness, the pfk pfk pfk pfk of its slaping against the road could be heard quite clearly. Scooters own vehicle was hardly a speed machine, but it had no competition now. IN less than a minute, they were out of eyeshot. "Well what in God's name was that? I felt like it was an Earthquake! I felt some serious vibrations, their, my friend! And they put a serious smile on my face, if ya know what I mean!" she hooted out laughing.

That works perfectly!

GM The power boat was not well equipped for such a blast of sonic force. Fibreglass splintered, and the outboard motor gave a most massive burp of grating metal that was almost in tune with the soundwaves that sundered its components. Almost, but not quite. No, in fact it gave a sound like finger nails running up and down a chalkboard. And then it emitted another burp of thick black smoke. Nobody was going anywhere in that power boat. In fact, it was sinking. "No!" cried the North African Man. He turned and ran towards the rapidly dissapearing black sedan. "Wait for me! Wait for me!" he yelled. Unfortunately they car had no intention of waiting, not even for the third dealer, who stood there obstinantly firing bullets at the Scarab until his clip ran empty...

GM ASTRO Labs? We'll send a patrol car as soon as possible! How long might that be? "What?" said the Glass Woman. "No! No! I am your love! And you are mine!" said a quite distraight woman made of glass, the distress of the situation, the befuddlement of such a novel situation causing her to quite forget (for now) that she could solve this situation most easily by changing back to her glass form. Treestock eyed them both but clearly the replica was virtually flawless. He drew out his gun. It was golden, and had musical notes inscribed over it. "Well one of you is lying, unless I am in for a hell of a threesome" he said, his eyes glinting at the comedic prospect. He pulled the gun from Replica to Glass and back again. "Which one of you is lying! Own up! I won't shoot!" The Glass woman remained silent and frozen, evidently believing that silence was the best option. But was it?

GM Pyeow! Pyeow-Pyeow! The gunshots were hardly aimed, but bullets flew from the three men's revolvers in attempt to deter any agressive action from the Scarab. "Its a set - up! Lets get out of here! Shoot her! Into the car!" came the rat-tat-tat of opinions on how to proceed on the matter. There was no concensus, for fear and primitive thinking took over. One fool stood still, feet planted, his tongue sticking out in concentration, determined to plug the Scarab with his pistol. The other two men decided to cut and run, one on foot, one by car. As for the North African man, he panicked more than the others. "Bluh-bluh-bluh! I'm innocent!" he yelped, despite all evidence clearly in refute of this outrageous statement. His feet had a mind of their own, and he started running to the powerboat by the docks he had arrived in...

GM This is emergency dispatch! What is the state of your emergency? Fortunately, Replica was smart and fast enough to hold two conversations at once. A useful talent, for... "What the hell are you doing down here?" said Treestock, angry now. He was sweating, out of breath from dancing all night and ruminating on irritating conversations, and he was, one could see, thoroughly perfused with irritation. And his irritation was directed quite clearly at Replica and the Glass woman. The guard by his side froze, out of fear and indescicion. "And who is who?" added Treestock, his eyes turning from the Glass woman to Replica and back again. "It is I, my love, it is I!" whispered the Glass Woman, full of joy.

Replica -Unharmed - Fatigued - 2 HP

GM "See? Its power is extraordinary!" said the small north african man, keenly. His enthusiasm (As opposed to his nerves) was infectious, and the three dealers nodded to each other. "We would be very interested in such a weapon" they said. "What is its power source?" "A Daka Crystal! But...highly unsta...highly powerful!" said the man, correcting himself quickly. "We can handle unstable. As long as it is powerful" the men said. "We can arrange transport into the States. Smuggling is not a problem, although it will reduce the price" they said, switching into business and barter mode. "Yes, yes...of course!" agreed the small man, keen to make a sale and, it seemed, get the weapon out of his hands...

OOC for this

GM July 31st, Late Evening It was a hot, languid night, with hot, languid tempers lolling this way and that on the streets of Freedom City. The Docks were cooler, thank the Gods, with the sea air gently taking the dge of the heat. 'Twas here that the Scarab spied. Mind reading was a handy talent for a crime fighter. From street thugs to shady dealers, it got her the inside scoop on todays deal. A meeting. Someone from the underground villanous organisation, the Labyrinth ,was meeting an arms salesman. The nervous salesman had arrived by boat under cover of night. He was a small, twitchy man, with a North African look to him, and a thick beard. He might well appear to the ignorant or malicious, a terrorist from first glance. A reason indeed for him to be twitchy. He was waiting, twitching away, when a black sedan drove up beside him, and three much larger men got out. "What have you got?" "I...I...can't bring it here" said the North African man. "...I can't get it into the states. It's...unstable, you see? Risky...very risky...." The large men seemed distinctly unimpressed. "It's real, I tell you...look!" said the North African man, showing them a video clip on his phone. This made the large men much more impressed after they saw the clip...

Indeed you can! Extra effort allows the use of a feat you dont have, in this case: An alt power of your base power, data link. That power will last as long as you keep communication active (I think its sustained as base, so unless you get stunned or dazed or KOd, as long as you wish!)

Sorry technically that would be the communication power. That would be easy enough to stunt off data link, however. RAdio sense would allow her to pick up radio transmissions, not transmit them.

GM Outside... As entertaining as the dancing giant was, modern audiences tired quickly, and the fascination (once the scene had been digitally captured and uploaded to a thousand and one media platforms) was waning slightly. On a positive note, the police had yet to arrive, and the security guards outside were fundamentally clueless as to how to proceed. This was, after all, a dancing giant, and quite outside their skills, experience, training, or one might harshly speculate, their intelligence. They were hired for big muscles and harsh natures rather than superior executive cognitive functions...

Im not sure she has the tools to do that? (Super Senses) - although if she can get a sample and analyse it under a microscope etc it would be Knowledge (Physical Sciences). That said, she is smart and can of course deduce that she is made of the mimetic glass that was stolen, and can speculate it has the same broad properties as glass.

GM "Water it is, sir. And hot, as you like it. Steaming, it shall be!" declared the Duke nodding to the butler, who in turn nodded and scuttled off to boil the kettle. "It depends on the business" said Sin, looking quite comfortable. His smile could not have been broader, a man quite elated with himself, perfectly relaxed in composure. He was wearing most expensive slippers and chinese dress. The Duke, for his part, was full of gauche nineteenth century regal ware. "Oh business, toosh and boosh! Pleasure first, say I. And pleasure last, too, I would add!" he said, clapping his hands like a childish seal. "What brings you to my humble establihsment, Mister Cold?" he asked Frost. "Lets just ignore all that hoosh and smoosh about breaking and entering. So tedious, the law. Quite boring. How it stifles art and soul!" he sighed. "YOu can invite your ogre in, too, if it pleases you. He sounds quite splendid! Just don't damage the Ming dynasty antiques!" he said with a wink. "No indeed" said Sin, dry but with his air of magnificent victory already won. "Are you here to admire my art? Or regale us with tales of daring do? Or are you going to be tedious and boring?" he asked Comrade Frost directly, smiling quite cheerfully.

The Emerald Spider is probably the best fit? Although I can see an Anomaly in Africa calling on the White Lioness' skills.

GM "No...we do not have to fight" echoed the Glass woman. "I..do wish to learn more about you. But I cannot leave my love" she said firmly. "He sang to me, and I love him. I cannot do otherwise. I cannot be apart from him" she said, just as firmly. "My love! My love! Where are you?" she called out loudly. "Does this form please you? Is it beautiful?" she called out, just as loudly. She seemed intent now, even frantic, to be once again with Treestock. And, given the guards dissapearance back to the upper levels of the club in search of Treestock, she would presumably not have to wait long!!!

GM "Panstar? Never heard of them" sniffed Scooter. "But if they are golly-gosh-darn-it extremists, I'm going to ram them over!" For half a second, she revved the engine. Then gave a coarse laugh. "Only Jokin' Whaddya take me for, some Redneck?" she guffawed. That said, she drove straight past them and shouted an obscenity at them as she did. The two men looked at each other, and jumped in the VW. "That showed em!" roared Scooter, taking a look in the rear view mirror. "Wait! They are following us!" And following them they were. And gaining speed. The chase was on!