Supercape

GM "They call me Scooter. Don't know why. Guess I scoot around" laughed Scooter. She drove the pick up pretty fast. Perhaps this was why she got her name. "Say, whose that? Think they need help too?" she asked, half a mile down the small road. On the road in front were two of the eco-warriors, in a beaten up old VW, apparently on the look out....

GM A pick up truck, bronze in colour, pulled up and a woman leant out. She was robust of frame, which meant strong and fat, although mainly fat. About fourty, one would guess, with a broad grin, baseball cap, and "I EMERALD CITIES" t shirt that was slightly sweaty. "You all right there, honey? Look like you in bad shape!" she called out to him as she flicked open the passenger seat door. "You want me to take you to a hospital or something?" she asked.

GM As Vladmir ran across the dead grass, through dead wood and dead moss, he tasted something bad in his mouth, crawling into his lungs. Something like dust and blood mixed together. It was altogether unpleasant, and seemed to settle in his chest. By the time he reached a dirt track, he had to stop for a deep breath and a deep cough. Here, however, he could feel the trees and grass were alive again. Mossy was not planning to blow the plant up imminently, she had said. But neither was she waiting long - a day at most. And Dirk's absence was another factor to consider. It was a thirty or fourty miles back to Emerald City. A long run indeed. But at least the stars were out, twinkling and beautiful. A major road might get better luck, if he could hitch a ride...

Heri> Sure thing Tarra> No probs the one/day thing is a loose principle rather than a "do this or else". I just want to ensure people are committed to fairly regular posting rather than a couple of posts a month and wax / waning interest. If you want Dara in, then in Dara is.

Tekton - Unharmed - 2 HP

GM A wave of vibration (or a vibration of waves, depending on your quantum perspective) flowed through the air and hit Dirk with a spectacular punch. He flew a dozen yards over the dead grass, and ended up in a cloud of dust. The rope around Vladmir unwound and untwined, virtually disintegrating under the force. And, unfortunately, Vladmir noticed that Dirks gas mask had pretty much exloded right off his face. It lay twenty feet from Dirk, and there was not enough of it left to protect a mouse from inhaling whatever toxins were in the air - let alone a chap like Dirk.

Dirk cant possibly manage that DC so he is out, and the rope is destroyed as per your wishes. If you wish, you may activate a complication in having your and dirks gas masks evaporate too (if you feel it suits Tek / his powers are not precise enough when bound in rope etc)

GM "I'm not the scientist" replied Dirk, gruffly, ignoring the jibe. "That's what Bookworm is for. Me? I'm the guy who blows stuff up" he said, straight to the point. As they walked, the flora changed from dying, to dead, to what might well be worse than dead. "Look around you? Think this is worth saving? You seriously saying we shouldn't blow something like this up?" he asked. "Some fat company, Panstar, can bribe a hundred lawyers and twice as many officials to make sure they don't answer to anybody. You think that's right?" he asked again, pointedly. "You got your head stuck up the other end of your body if you can't see what we doing is right" he explains. "And it sure beats getting blown up in Afghanistan" he added, sourly.

GM Still roped up, Dirk put a gas mask on Vladmir's face. "Ease up with the tongue, idiot, or you can do this with nothing. See how funny you are puking your guts up and letting the other end play hell on the grass" he grinned. As for himself, he put another gas mask on. It turns out DIrk and Vladmir were doing the recon. But Vladmir was still roped up. "We haven't got long. A day, maybe two" explained Mossy. "Sooner or later, this place...we...will be discovered. We need to finish this blemish as soon as we can" she said, firmly. "For the Earth!" she raised her voice and her fist, and those in ear shot saluted in kind. Dirk pushed Vladmir in front of him, keeping one hand on the rope. "Come on hero, time to do your job!" he said, grimly, marching Vladmir through the cut wire fence onto the grounds of the plant.

Cool I will leave this open a bit longer to see if anyone else bites but I am happy to run with two.

The Ropes are DC 19 to Escape. Dirk has Dex 12 so base DC 21, however a -2 penalty as you got tied up in a hurry. (That is, if you wish to escape artist them!)

GM An hour or so later... It was not exactly a comfortable ride. The posse of six vehicles of various makes, models, and states of repair used minor roads in fading light. It was a starry night by the time they arrived, and they arrived but what was nothing more than a dirt track. Dirk, the ex-marine who was tasked with watching Vladmir, kept silent, not goaded by any further taunts. The target of this motley crue? A chemical plant. Small, hidden, out of the way, in a forest by the coast. Except, on close examination, the flora around the place looked suspiciously unhealthy. Dying, even. "This place is toxic" said a tall thin man, white haired and studious. "Bookworm", his name. Apparently the groups scientist - or head scientist. "Its far worse than I imagined! I'm not even sure we can survive going in there!" "All the more reason to blow it up!" said Mossy, the fierce leader. "And I think we have a use for Vladmir, here. You heard about miners and canary birds, Vladmir?" she asked, a cruel smile on her lips.

GM The man leaned over and gave Vladmir a slap. Hard and blunt. It was not enough to cause any damage and whilst it hurt it was entirely endurable. It's purpose was psychological. "Plenty more where that came from. Plenty worse, too" said the man, his eye twitching. "I don't mind talking. I do mind stupid" he said, as blunt as his slap. "You don't know what you are talking about. And I think you know it too. Save your psychology, son. I'm not here to hurt anybody, not even you. I'm here for the mission. And let me make this clear, if the mission means hurting you, and hurting you badly, I won't hesitate. I won't even blink. So stay out of my way, and do what you are told..."

GM "I was in the marines, fool" said the man, stroking his beard. "I hear a lot of men talk tough, but when the %$£! goes down..." he said, thinking about the past. His eyelid twitched. "Most of these guys. They mean well, but they ain't soldiers. Still, heart goes a long way. No you..." he said, growling. "You might talk tough. You might act tough. You might even be tough. But you are just corperate scum, like your brother...."

GM The ropes were wound and tightened around Vladmir. They were not, perhaps the most complicated of bonds, but they were bonds still. The crew hustled and bustled, a little angry, a little scared...had they been made? adrenaline lead to speed, and speed could lead to mistakes, like leaving valuable equipment behind, or misplacing what was needed, or even bad knots in rope bonds. But credit to them, in five minutes they were on the road. In shoddy shape, though. This was an emergency get away, and sacrifices in organisation had to be made. Needless to say, Vladmir was not popular. He was sitting in the back of a pick up truck with a hefty bearded gentleman who was fat, muscle, and dirt. And he gave Vladmir the most potent of scowls. "Lucky I don't bust your lip, fascist" he said, tapping his fists together. "Wouldn't be the first time I liberated some teeth from a capatilist oppressor...."

GM "An excuse, you say?" she replied. "I say it is a reason! and for that, we make no apology!" She looked around, though, sweat and pace becoming apparent. "Still, we can't take any chances! Lets move out, everybody! To the target!" she barked, and - like a fairly well drilled machine, the eco-warriors started packing up their gear into the trucks, with due speed and diligence. "And tie him up! We could use him...later...." she added. Two rather heavy set gentlemen nodded and approached Vladmir with thick wads of rope, ready to tuss him up like an animal...

GM As the guard went upstairs, the Glass woman turned to Replica. "You are hidden" she said. "But I can hear you. I can feel you" she explained. "Through the floor, in the air". Darkness, it seemed, was not an issue. She flowed her limbs, shards of shifting glass running down what, for lack of a better word, was her skin. And then, the body flowed once more, becoming an almost perfect replica of...well...Replica! Replica would know the difference, of course. One tended to be familiar with every nook and cranny of ones own body. But it would take an eagle eye for anyone else to notice. "I wonder if my love would prefer this form. It is...pleasing to his eye, I think" said the Glass. "I may use it. To find out about you..."

You can indeed.

Additions made!

Cleared - Abs Mr. Murk 40 PP To Spend Increasing PL to 10 Attack Bonus now +10 base, +12 Melee Defence Bonus now +10 Base, +4 Dodge Focus, +5 Flat Footed +2 PP on Feats Attack Focus (Melee) 2 +3 PP on New Power Device 1 (5 DP, Flaws: Easy to Lose) [3 PP] “The Murk Stick” Strike 2 (Feats: Affects Insubstantial 2, Mighty) [5 DP] (Bludgeoning) +1 PP reworking super sense Altering Super Sense “Soul Sight”; eliminating the Analytical to save 1 PP. and adding detect Inked text ranged mental [2 PP] Super Senses 18 (Accurate Mental [4], Acute Mental [2], Counters Concealment to Mental [2],Detect Inked Text [2], Detect Magic [3], Detect “Soul” [3], Dimensional 1 [The Murk], Radius All mental [2], Ranged: all detect [3]) [22 PP] “Soul sight” [Magic] +5 PP on Super Sense (Precognition) Adding the Feats: Uncanny Dodge (Mental) and Dodge Focus 4 +29 PP on New Power “Magic Word” Array Command Word Array (26 PP Array, Feats: Alt Power 2) [27 PP] [Sound, Magic Descriptor] BP: Mind Control 10 (Extras: Conscious, Duration [Sustained], Feats: Dimensional 1 [The Murk], Subtle, Flaws: Partially Limited [5 Ranks - Requires Name of Target]*, Sense Dependent [Auditory], Drawback: Power Loss 1 [Unable to speak]) [26/26 PP] “Command the Soul” *At GM’s discretion number of ranks can change (e.g. 10 Ranks for “Mr. Archibald Boris Charles Drummond”, 5 Ranks for no name at all, and somewhere in between for incomplete names such as “Mr. Drummond” or “Archie”) AP: Communication 11 (2 million Miles, Extra: Omni Directional, Feats: Dimensional 1 [the Murk], Selective, Subtle 2) [26/26 PP] “Far-Reaching Words” AP: Illusion 10 (Auditory, Extra: Duration [Continuous], Feat: Dimensional 1 [The Murk], Progression Area 5 [250'], Flaw: Limited [Speech only]) [26/26 PP] "Voices" AP: Stun 6 (60' Cone, Extra: Area [Cone]) linked with Dazzle 6 (Auditory 60' Cone, Extra: Area [Cone], Alt Save [+0, Fort], Flaws: Touch Range [-1]) [18+6=24 PP] ("Mighty Shout")

GM This, predictably, did not go down well. In fact, it went down like a lead balloon liberally laden with lead weights. "Geologist, eh?" came the snooty reply. "Why now?" asked Mossy. To cool her suspicious would be missing the mark. She looked like she had made her mind up to distrust anything Vladmir said. And yet, the cog wheels of Macheivelli seemed to turn over in her brow. "We are on the eve of a major strike. On the cusp of action. And you turn up? Coincidence? It seems to me you are a spy!" she declared, accuring him with the wiggle of her eyebrows and the sharpness of her eyes and tongue.

GM This brought satisfaction to the three women who lead the group. They did not use their real names, of course, but code ones. "Mossy", the eldest and harshest, who had adressed him, "Brook", a handsome middle aged woman with beautiful blonde hair, who looked icy and intelligent, and "Rain", who looked older than she was, but was full of wiry strength and nerves. If any of the three looked unsure, it was Rain. "We have a mission, Vladmir" said Mossy, full of steel conviction. Barely a flicker of doubt in her head or on her brow. "Stop Panstar. They have a facility north of here, on the coast, pumping vile chemicals into the natural earth" she said, full of oratory. How the earth could be non natural? No, best not consider the words, it was the oratory that mattered! "Tell us everything you know about it!" Of course, Vladmir didn't know anything. This was a secret scandal, after all...

And to start of, an HP for an awful situation involving secret ID and family. Tekton - 2 HP

GM Two dozen eco-warriors stood in the warehouse, of various sizes, shapes and haircuts. But all looked determined. All looked passionate. They were probably not violent by disposition, but they probably were violent by passion. Three of them, older, scruffier, and more passionate than the others (so to speak) approached Vladmir in a passionate way. They were not, as far as Vladmir could see, armed. But there were plenty of crowbars and chains lying around. And the scruffy, baggy clothes could easily conceal knives and small pistols. Or worse. "Thanks for coming" said the oldest, her voice rather rough and cracked. Her eyes follwed the other activists circling him from behind. "We know who your brother is. That makes you kind of useful, I think...." she said, frowning and insistent. She left the words hanging in the air. The implication was clear...Vladmir would be a tool in their war, one way or another....

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