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32 Lady H - Unharmed - 1 HP 24 Wadjet - Unharmed (NB: Flat footed / Climbing) 6 Scuttle Bots [6] For reference, we are 30 seconds / 6 rounds away from a Fort Save from the heat.

Copying the Scarabs skills! 10 PP = 40 Ranks Computers 12 (+15) Dusable Device 13 (+16) Knowledge (Business) 13 (+16)

Echohead With the most light of touches, like a feather who had a PhD in feather studies, Echohead skipped through the Scarab's brain. Images of computers and circuits and engines. Spreadsheets and research and data. And beyond, a fistful of psychic power. But nothing, it seemed, that was particularly useful right now. The Scarab was simply...well....cooler....than he was. That said, her knowledge of computers and administration might be handy. They were trying to track down a club and he had no doubt that some quasi-legal investigation might be in order. "There, hardly felt a thing did you?" he smniled through gibbering lips. He looked over the streets of the Fens, wondering how to proceed. "I guess now its a matter of asking somebody who has their ear to the street..." he concluded, choosing the most seedy adult shop he could find, and boldly walking in....

GM "Sure baby!" said the smooth Aaron. "They call me Mr. Gold round here. Its my club!" he said proudly, giving an elegant shuffle of his feat to the beat. And a fine disco beat it was. The internet was full of information. Some of it might even be accurate. In any case, it seemed that Aaron was a bit of a hit in the seventies, pumping out a few records, and having a reputation as the hottest disco dancer in Freedom City - and beyond. Second place in the world disco dancing championships of '78 and in the top ten for most of that decade and beyond. Of course, as music and styles got left behind, his star faded. There were rumours - and only rumours - of Aaron getting involved in street crime. Well, he owned a club, some of that heat was to be expected. But there was a nagging pattern that Aaron was not the cleanest club owner in Freedom City.

A much more respectable result!

Smeared by Absurdist Bloody Mess Absolutely no changes whatsoever, but just putting the old picture back (got lost!) Cut and paste the following to his sheet replacing the first bit please (up to "Power Descriptions" on the sheet)

GM Rene leaned forwardm, stroking his beard and slumping his back. "Survival...mmmm...." he mumbled. He wondered how much fooling these Gods and powers there was. Despite all their strength they were limited. And full of hubris. How often the two went together. "Oh powerful and mighty gods, we most humble and ignoble mortals beseech ye, save us!" he said in a cracked and feeble voice, wondering if and how they would bite. Whatever they did, it would give insight into their state of mind, and give none away of his own.

GM "Wh-wh-what I normally do? I don't know what I normally do. Grow daffodils?" That's not what she meant...surely. "Look, I...ah...do you know how to do investigations and interrogate people, that kind of stuff? If so, I could really borrow your brains" he asked. And looked awkward. "I..ah...mean really borrow your brains. I mean, not like take them out of your head and pickle them in a nice red wine. No, but I can create a copy of your brain in my head. That's why my codename is Echohead" he explained. It was not easy to explain. "You won't feel a thing. I just get to know how you do all that cool superhero investigating stuff. I mean, if you know how to do it..."

Turtle'd Up By AA Echohead 19 PP to spend. Firstly, on reflection, his CHA is not in keeping with his personality, and reduced to 10 (freeing up 2 points and modifying a few skills). Next, increasing PL to 10 Putting his picture back into the fluff! Adding one more complication: Ugly Body whilst Echohead can "copy" physical skills (or even feats) like acrobatics, climb, and swim using them is another matter. If the copied body is of significantly different size shape or strength, it will take him a little practice to "callibrate" the acquisition of this skill to his own body. This could take a minute for minor differences, or a few hours for major differences in body shape. If he does not fully callibrate, he would not be able to use the skill, or even worse, automatically fail even basic checks. 8 PP: Increasing Psychic Theft Array by 2 ranks 1 PP: Adding 1 Alt Power to Psychic Theft Array Mental Transform 10 (Alter Memories [2PP/R base], Extras: Duration [Continuous - countered by hypnotic regression], Range [Perception], Feats: Insidious, Precise, Subtle, Drawbacks: Only deleting memories, not altering them) [42/45 PP] "Memory theft" 4 PP: Increasing Device (Cool Suit) by 1 rank, giving 5 Points (adding 4 Ranks of Protection and Immunity: Hot Environment limited) 5 PP: Increasing Will Save by 5 2 PP: Increasing Reflex Save by 2 1 PP Spare (not spending yet)

GM And so...at the Golden Note, mid-evening... The Golden Note wasn't expensive to enter, but the drinks were otherwise and would eat a hole in most wallets. It was a smallish club on the corner of two moderately sized streets, and the colour scheme was Gold, purple and red. Inside it was slightly too hot and slightly too stuffy. A well done Retro feel complete with analogue speakers and pumping Disco music. The good stuff, too. the dancers and staff and drinkers and loungers mostly dressed in that same disco look, at Ms. Wright, not so attired, was somewhat of an anomaly in this regard. A man who could only be Aaron Treestock was dancing in the middle of the disco floor. And dancing well. He may have been seventy odd, but he looked fifty and his physique was one that a young man would be quite happy with. Such, presumably, was the effect of years of all night dancing. He was dressed in an open gold jacket-shirt number and bare chested, with golden medallions down his neck. His skin was dark, his hair darker and cut in a neat afro, complete with goatee and moustache. He seemed really rather happy with himself.

Echohead "Hmmm...." Umberto was a bit lost, and a by "a bit" we mean "completely". "This isn't my tart of porn, I mean my part of town" he mumbled to himself and the scarab as he ambled through the streets and took in some of the more eye-popping shops. "I have honestly know idea where to look..." In more ways than one he thought to himself as his eyes wandered over another interesting shop. He could always mind read somebody, but that was a stab in the dark and an intrusive horrible thing to do. No, not unless there was a clear target and no other option. "Are, you like, cool?" he asked the Scarab. "I mean....do you have any idea where we should be going?"

Take it away

Brazen walk for Echohead! But defaulting to the Scarab!

Good news: The spider bots are minions. Bad news: Their defence is 7. i'm going to defaul to p47 rule book on disabling technology needing a DC 30 disable device check (Which kind of makes sense, Todd is very good at his job!). Initiuative Time! Scuttle Bots: Initiative: 1d20+5 6 Also be aware that Wadjet, at least, is precariously posed / climbing (flat footed) on Barrelhouse. And LH is not far from molten metal either. In any case, a dip in that is going to be a Damage 12 heat effect every round, although you can make a DC 15 Reflex save to grab on at the last minute to some bar or another if you fall or get knocked back.

Curveball Jazzy was pumped from her throws. Nice Job! she told herself gleefully. But hold on! What was this? A collection of contemptable contemporaries congealing in curious canters! Or something like that. It was certainly an action packed evening, ladies and gentlemen! "Ill need another!" she said to the world, grabbing one..no two...no four more baseballs. If grenades were going to be tossed around in this packed building, she might need to throw again. Aiming for somebodies head this time!

GM "Sure" said Tweed, happily. "Say, you don't think that old crooner had anything to do with it, do you? I mean, he was a bit eccentric...." he conceded. "A living fossil, really. But he didn't look like a ...well, I guess what does a crook look like, especially in Freedom City..." He wrote the name of Trrestock's club down anyway. Not far from the labs. Called "Golden Notes". A seventies theme disco place. Moderately popular. As for clues, there was not much to tell. Some glass fragments; shattered or half-dissolved. Not mimetic glass, as far as Replica could tell (and Tweed could confirm that). But it looked like it had been...well...eaten....

NOt great rolls, so pretty spartan results!

Initiative: 1d20+9 15

str and dex and the chaotic rules of randomness aii aii Azazoth lives: 1d20+10 17

Echohead "The Scarab? Why I er er er er er er errrrr" stuttered Echohead, gibbering and yammering and make all sorts of clumsy movements with his lips until once again he exerted his frontal lobes onto his limbic system. "Why yes! The Scarab! I have heard of the Scarab. I mean, the Scarabs. The third you say well I hear third times the charm hehe yes well that great" he said, voice fluttering away with his thoughs. "Please do join me. I could do with company. And...er....the help" he added, putting his blaster away again. He vaguely heard about the Scarab in some AEGIS briefing and it all seemed good fortune to have her onboard. Providing it was some morphic platic deathbot or something. But if he started thinking that way about everyone, insanity beckoned. Wibble wibble....

OK I wont post an IC yet, but please go ahead with that crazy plan with some IC posts! For prosperity, I would suggest notice rolls from you all (which I may or may not use!), a bluff or perform roll from Dreadnought if he is distracting, and some stealth rolls from Voin and Frost (if being sneaky). You may need disable device or someway of breaking and entering but lets cross that bridge later!

Echohead "Gazooks!" yelped Echohead as he saw the Scarab. He reached for his gun, and pulled it out rather clumsily, but had enough presence not to fire the thing (even if it spat out decidedly non-lethal Ionic C-beams, it was not the most friendly thing to do). "Who are you? Yes I am? I can help me out and you can me out help" he gabbled non-sensically before clamping his jaw shut and gritting up his determination and self control. He gave a brief shudder of effort before continuing. "I mean...yes! Help would be great. It would be nice to know who from though. I cant call you gargoyle girl, I guess" he said, his brain pulling itself together. "All I have found out is that there is something close to the river..."

GM As soon as Wadjet started to work on the skull of Barrelhouse, she heard a scuttling sound. Metal on matal. Rapid clangs. Climbing up a metal pole to her left side, she saw a spider. Not quite a spider, for it was two feet wide on spindly metal legs. A spider-robot. It stopped and glared at Wadjet with a dozen glowing red eyes. More clangs. Another spider robot was climbing up to her right. Then some more clangs over head, as two more spider robots appeared. In a second, six of the little arachnids (of robotic variety) were scuttling around, glaring. They seemed rather intent on protecting the Iron Giant beneath her...

GM Marcus Skulll was on the cusp of wealth, with the money starting to flow most liberally into his coffers, but his assets not yet robust. Still, he was a man of excess, and he had splashed out on a pent house suite on the twentieth floor of a luxury block of flats. Outside the tower, a large man and a large woman in large coats nodded politely and let people in and out of the building. It must be made clear; large in this instance did not mean fat. It meant six foot tall and nearly as wide. It was a most splendid block of flats though, all glass and steel and modern architecture. Must be costing a fair bit to rent even one of the less luxurious flats, let alone the penthouse suite.