Supercape

GM And so...one walk down long abandoned sewer tunnel later... There was a dim light far ahead. More of a glimmer, really. "There!" whispered Vermin. "Doctor Tonic has set up his laboratory there. Far beneath Freedom City. Forgotten, abandoned. Careful, careful, he is not to be trifled with. He is dangerous, yes. And who knows what precautions he has taken? What other beasts he has made?" he said slyly. Vermin was not exactly afraid, but he was cautious. Very cautious. "And watch for the sound" whispered Filth. "These tunnels, a footstep echoes for miles. Very hard to sneak up!" he added, with a filthy grin to match his mood. "We have taken you to the Doctor. Now, what will you do?" asked Vermin, beady eyes on Lobisomen and Arcturus, studying them carefully, alive to any opportunity their actions might offer.

Rev Rev thoroughly approved of the ultra violence. At least if digital. "I'm not sure I approve of the level of violence in this game" she said, sternly, peering at the screen. "In my opinion, there isn't enough violence in it. You need to play Ultra-spinal-gut-blade instead" she said, trying to be serious an not succeeding very well. "Who made this game anyway? Did you programme it? I mean, I know we are famous and awesome, but I didn't know we where that awesome and famous" she said, confused. "And who are the bangers?"

Notice: 1d20+10 21

Starshot Never one to turn down a rest, especially before a fight, Starshot quickly settled down under a the canopy of trees on a gnarled but comfortable tree root. He took the opportunity to talk, albeit clumsily, with Ermorda, trying to understand him and his people more. What did they believe in? What did they live off - hunting? gathering? farming? He was always one to try and learn. And that included studying their bows and arrows. But more importantly, he asked about the sky pirates. When did they arrive? What did they want? What have they done? And, with a mind for war, how many of them where there?

Will Save: 1d20+7 16

Rev "Now that is seriously spooky!" muttered Rev, not quite believing what she was seeing. "Who are you? What are you? What is that? Who are they?" she said, garbled, pointing at the various things on the video game. "I mean, that's us, and that's them. And I never seen a video game like this before. Trust me, I know my video games" she explained, having recently got addicted. "Oh, and yeah, our friend is alright. Probably. I think you hit her to hard when you where playing your fighting game..."

Notice: 1d20+4 16

Flux "Sol?" Sol. His home. I would like to go back. I will go back. But..three years? much has changed, I am sure. My life will need reconstructing. And I have to understand the galaxy. It was, of course, procrastination. He knew this, but did not think on it. For all the tragedy here, the vast realms of the galaxy and space were simpler, more peaceful, than having to thread through his life on Earth, and construct a narrative for his three years absence. One more day after three years will not matter. "Wormholes laced through the galaxy, then. Useful, but dangerous. I can understand the need for security now. Has everyone been charted or are their mysteries still?"

Rev "ow ow ow!" grunted Rev as she forced her body to work again. It wasn't exactly pain. But it did wound her ego to be hit by...well, whatever it was. And the flare light didn't seem to work. Sometimes, running was wise. "Grab hold, Zhu!" she told her friend, whilst balancing Lawrence with her left arm. Now, with Zhu on her right, it was time to fly. Darn it, won't be too easy, she noted, with just her legs to fly. But, this didn't need to be accurate...just enough to get them away. Zhu and Lawrence safely gripped, she fired her feet jets, the fuel burning into a full powered thrust - and then, picking a direction at random, they were away, pulling big G!

Notice: 1d20+4 5 Flying N

Move Action: Grab Zhu Standard Action: Fly into the air! (200K') Im presuming that as she grabbed Lawrence previous round, thats all ok (and she should be strong enough to manage comfortably)

Will Save to shake off paralyse: 1d20+8 25 yes indeed

Paralysis effect? Actually, I think Ill go for paralysis. Lets see how this plays out being pasted. I have a feeling that they are pretty outclassed now anyway

Will Saves: 2#1d20+7 15 23 that looks a bit meesy but its 15 and 23...

GM "A job! I mean, like, a JOB! One that doesn't involve chainsaws and shovels. Count me in!" said Ratchet, smashing his fist into his palm. "I'm all up for medication" he said. "I mean, I love drugs!" he winked. "The Foundry?" asked an impatient Block head. "Yes! I find waiting around and not building most difficult" he explained, drumming his fingers and eyeing the architecture. "It might almost drive one to smash up a building in order to build it..." he muttered. "Could you please explain what the Foundry is? I would be most pleased to see it and ...START....BUILDING!!!!" he growled. He looked at Mannequin expectantly. "I would have you export me. As you are a builder, it is only natural that we, together, build at this foundry...." Janet for her part bowed out quickly and made a rapid call to Dr Doeoxy...

Rev "I wouldn't worry about your grades right now, Zhu, I think we should just worry about ge---Cherrybomb Sucks! Six of you now?" groaned Rev as she saw the mysterious simulacrum's appear. "Take my hand, Lawrence, I got something up my sleeve. It's going to be brilliant!" Literally. It might well also startle and dazzle Zhu and Lawrence, and the bystanders around, but it would give her and Zhu and Lawrence some breathing space. As she slipped her hand round the young master's, and pulled him slightly behind her, she lit up the pilot light on her right hand, and then, with a swing, launched a fuel bomb to the ground, which exploded with brilliant orange-white light...

Move Action: Grab hold of Lawrence. Standard Action: Throw down an illuminating flare jet! Blast Area Burst Dazzle 8. I guess that might hit Zhu and Lawrence, but its not permanent! (And Rev has immunity)

GM "Alive, eh? Guess the fates loaded your dice one way and mine the other" said WInston, rather bitter. "I ain't got more than scraps about your past, see. And even the scraps are petty scrappy" he sighed. "I just had this one chance..." There was a sharp knock on the door. "Oh hell, that can only be one person..." gasped Winston. "Tristan, he calls himself. It were him that put me on your scent, ah...so to speak. Says he has a great interest in blood lines. Probably lying. He had that feel to him, you know, like oily?" he explained. "Open up, Winston! I know you're in there" said Tristan, from behind the door. It was a smooth, pleasant voice of a young man. "Yeah, Ill be there..." answered Winston, weakly, looking at Jen, asking for direction...

Initiative: 1d20+7 8!

Rev "This doesn't look like Kansas..." muttered Rev, pushing her hair back into place. Not that it had much of a place in the first place. But still, it felt like the right thing to do. "It doesn't really look like Earth. We could be anywhere in the galaxy. Or universe. Or even out of it" she said, a mixture of fear and excitement in her voice. "In any case, those thingy things, you know, who looked like your parents...hmmm....what shall we call them....Parentenders? like parents but pretending to be, so you know...parentenders..." .... "Well, whatever, they are going to on the look out for you. And their master doesn't sound like the forgiving sort. So we better get moving. Err...somewhere. Not here....pick a direction, Zhu!"

Flux "I am sorry to hear of that. He was a good man" replied Quill, sadly. "So many lives, lost. Like tears in rain". The enormity of the event hit him and he sat down, head in hand. "I wish I had been here. Perhaps I could have helped, in some way" he groaned. "Tell me then, what is the situation know? Is the Lor republic still at war, or under siege? Ah...I would like to be of use, if I can" he explained. "Although I had no knowledge of what was occurring, and trapped beyond my will to escape, I must say these tragic events weigh most heavily on my heart. You will appreciate it is a lot to take in..."

Starshot Starshot awoke refreshed, dreaming of endless Bachanda trees that filled the air from horizon to horizon. It was rather pleasant dream, replying over and over as his mind processed the sensations of the forest. And he had ate well, which always meant an easy sleep. He checked his equipment again, as was ritual, and took a moment to breathe in the forest. Moments of quite contemplation, even if they could not be called meditation, were important. They allowed reflection. "A war party, it seems" he told his crew. "One I gladly partake in. I know we will be victorious, but hubris can collapse any war. Focus, and we shall win. And besides, they fight for money, we fight for people..." Then, it was time to start the journey...

Rev Rev ignored the threats of the simulacrums and marched up to Lawrence, grabbing his arm. "If the master is getting tired, maybe he should go to sleep. Perhaps with a glass of milk. Maybe you could read a story to him whilst you tuck him in with his favourite teddy bear" she sneered. "I get you are his lackeys and will do whatever he says. I guess that's unfortunate, because I'll have to snap all your fingers so that you let go of Lawrence here. And, if what he says is right, I'm going to start snapping...them....right...now...."

GM "Ash? You related?" said Morgan, looking disconcerted. "Ah...well, that changes things..." He put down his cleaver. But not too far from his hand, and tried a warmer smile. Vera scowled and scuttled out, looking frightened. This was out of her depth. "As for positions" continued Morgan, now the shop was empty of eavesdroppers "it depends where your talents lay. Ash, now, she is something special. Never seen a woman burn like that before. And a taste for blood. I got certain supplies. But I need certain things done..." he said, a hint of caution. "You a sorcerer?"

Rev "Hey, we aren't selling anything, ma'am" explained Rev. She still had a Cherrybomb! in her mouth which was being sucked dry of all its toxic goodness. "We are looking for your....um...ah....son" she guessed. Ryan" she added, hoping this was a reasonable and accurate guess. Darn it! She wasn't a police officer. How did you do these things?. "We think he might be in trouble. Getting bullied. We would like to help!" she grinned, lollipop still in her mouth. That might do it! Nobody likes being bullied, or their loved ones getting bullied! We just have to hope there is a crack of suspicion!