Supercape

My mother is in her final days if not hours. I'll be around when I am around. Best,

We can certainly do so! ill edit

Init: 2#1d20+9 10 24 Round 1 24 - Glass Girl - Unharmed 23 - Replica - 2 HP - Fatigued 10 - Gold Note - Unharmed Glass Girl is not acting this round. Menaing Replica is up!

GM The threat of gas mask removal quelled some of the fire in Mossy, but it was replaced by a silent and malign glint her eyes. Something cunning, dangerous. "You do know what they are going to do, right? Blow up the building? Four of us, willing to make the sacrifice if need be. And enough Hi-X to destroy...it" she said, mulling the words. "I can't stop it now. They won't listen to me. This isn't some capitalistic plutocracy. This is a collective of free spirited, good willed people. With minds of their own. This place is going BOOM!" she snarled. "I don't want to be around here when it does. And neither do you. We both have our causes to fight, I am sure. What's yours?" she demanded. "Just going where the money is, I guess....whose pockets are you in?"

GM Mossy did have the presence of mind to grab a gas mask, and the presence of mind to put it on. Vladmir was a strong man, and had no difficulty dragging her along - but had to use some force. She was determined, defiant, and stronger than she looked. "Killer!" she said. "This plant is pure poison! You have no idea how toxic! How dangerous! You will probably kill yourself, and you will certainly kill me! I'm not going in there!" she shouted, nay, screamed. "You saw what happened to Dirk? DO you want to be dying like that?" she asked him, full of challenge. Whatever her defiance, Vladmir knew he could drag her kicking and screaming. But it would slow him down.

GM "Who are you calling? The police? Ha!" Mossy brought out her own phone. "DO it. Do it now!" she called down it before Vladmir could react. "Two can play at that game. Your police will be too late. Even if they got here in time, nobody can get in that plant without a biohazard suit, unless they are a fool or suicidal. You are too late, too stupid. What are you going to do? Call in the air force to nuke the plant? Frankly, even a nuke would be better than the poison it breathes out...."

GM "The game is, as always, everything" said Dr. Sin, standing up fluidly, tea still in his hands. "And everything is, as always, a game!" agreed the Duke, excitedly, full of joy, clapping his hands. "Now, I am sure there is no need for tedium, for tedium is quite tedius, you know" he said, with a gleeful wink of both eyes. "Now, my friend the doctor here has been most helpful in my little predicament. Time, you see. I am slowing down, and he has provided quite the antidote to my doom!" He continued onwards, flapping his hands around theatrically. "The woman, as you say, is quite the most delightful little thing. Like a catipillar in a chrysallis! Like a burnt butterfuly! And she knows your friend, you say? Well...I would be most keen to speak to him!" As if on cue. Voin and Dreadnought stomped (in the latter case, most loudly) into the dining room. "Ah! The Giant! Goodness, you are quite large, aren't you! Remarkably blessed in the size department! Haha!" laughed the Duke, pleased with his infantile inneundo. "I have, courtesty of the lovely Doctor here, a remarkable specimin downstairs! A woman encased in something or other. Like a caramel amber, a glass of sunlight! Magic! or so the Doctor says. I know not of these things. I am a scientist, I deal with the laws of nature, whereas science deals with the unlawfulness of nature. Nevertheless, it has provided a solution to my problem, and indeed the Doctors!"

GM On another day, Dirk might have put up a fight, but the man could barely stand up. He fell down with the backhand, and proceeded to throw up, crouched in a ball on the dead grass. Vladmir could not help but notice there were flecks of blood in the vomitus. "You...got...me..." he coughed, in pain. "Fascist...pig..everything dying here...and you wont let us...stop it!" As for the rest of the group, they dispersed, running into dead and dying trees. Except Mossy, their leader, who stood defiantly. "Whats the plan now...hero?" she said, dripping acidic sarcasm. "Going to stop us doing the right thing?"

GM Once again, the earth quaked, and quaking was what the earth did - in the style of an earthquake. This time, moss and splintered wood filled the air as the line of virbtaion snaked towards the camp. The vehicles - not in the best of repair (as previous events could testify) did not fare well. Tyres burst, axels broke, and windows shattered. It would be the most gruelling of experiences driving even the most intact of them. The warriors looked shocked, and were on the verge of panic. "There!" shouted Mossy, whose will was iron and leadership was skilled. She pointed at Tekton. They were not well armed. A few pistols, but mainly baseball bats, knives, and improvised weapons. At least, most were not well armed. Dirk, the ex=marine, staggered out of his tent with an AK-47. He looked pale, and sweaty, not well at all. He frowned at Tekton. He only half remembered what had happened to him. He was uncertain...who was this superhero? And why did that vibration power feel...familiar?

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...

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