Supercape

Starshot "Sweet sweet sun!" shouted Starshot, dropping to his knees, taking off his helmet, an opening his arms to the skies. He could feel the air on his face, and feel the heat streaming down onto his skin. He didn't mind the heat. The cybernetic heat dispersal discs up his spine whirred, keeping him fairly cool - he just loved being outdoors again. "If I ever think about hunting underground for the next ten years, you can load me up with Omni-sed!" he laughed at his crew, taking the opportunity to quickly check on Phalen. As for the approaching Ul-Mor, Starshot knelt again and offered his forehead for communication....intent on filling them in on their exploits under ground.

Rev "Just like that!" replied Lexa, giving the thumbs up. Whenever Lexa gave a thumbs up, she had to fight the urge to light a little blue thumb from her thumb to add to the effect. However, now that thumb was coated with gel-skin, which would peel off and burn, she had to crush said instinct. "I like the hacking! Naughty!" she added. Rev couldn't really dance, but she bopped her head pretty well. The music was to blare out of an open top car driving too fast under a starry night, in her opinion. "You are plenty smart, you know. Maybe your parents did something right! I'll make sure I listen to that when studying!"

Starshot "That looks good" said Starshot, keenly. Fresh air and bright light. He didn't let his hope overwhelm him, but it was impossible to crush completely. Even with his inhuman stamina, his boots were beginning to grate, and he was founding the caves oppressive. He was no claustrophobic, but how he yearned for open sky. Stars and sunlight, clouds, rain, wind. That was his home, whatever the planet. "Keep lively, crew" he said, a hint of optimism in his voice. Morale was important, here, if it started crumbling then their odds would sink too. "Might just have a way out of here..." With that, his boots kept marching.

Rev For her part, Rev was dressed in a t shirt, sneakers, and baggy jeans, her arms covered in synthetic skin-gel, and her brain stewing in a really good feeling. Shopping without getting stared at. Being jostled around in sales was, however, not a good side to that new feeling. She found her self jostling back, and when somebody who could lift trucks jostled back, it was pretty heavy jostling. "Oh yeah, this is fun..." she grinned at Zhu. "Nothing a few tear has grenades wouldn't solve, huh?" she joked. Or half-joked. "I could do with some music back on Campus. Nothing too big. But loud" she added, studying the speakers and stereos. "What music do you like? I'm into dance stuff, myself. Clubbing, you know? Fast heavy beats..." she explained. "Although when I was stripping down cars, I liked some slow trance..."

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GM There was one of those silent seconds that indicated something was going to come, but quite what it was could not be determined. Then, it became clear. It was a stunned applause. This was the best thing anyone had seen in their life, with the possible exception of Zyte who had seen plenty of amazing things. But even Zyte was silent, caught in a trance of making sure he captured the moment - the moments - as fully as he could. "That was absolutely A. MAY. ZEE. FU---" "Attention! " came the interruption. It was the six drones, blasting out through tinny speakers simultaneously. "This so-called-performance is being interrupted. My name is Captain Dove, formally of the United States Airforce. I am in control of this building. I will list my demands in fifteen minutes..." The voice could not be recognised. It had some distortion effect on. This was professional. Zyte was in a panic, twisting knobs and pulling plugs. Mainly pulling his hair out, however. "No...no...no....!" he muttered, sweating profusely. "In the mean time, I will be broadcasting classified Drone Surveillance intelligence gathered by NATO on Saudi involvement in financing global terrorism..."* The drones went quiet, then started broadcasting the very same, detailed intelligence conversations. It was hard to understand with just the audio files, but it sounded pretty high level spook stuff. Not the kind of stuff one would want broadcast... *

Cool! That is enough to awe the audience. As a result the audience (by and large) has no shifted to helpful as a default attitude.

Starshot Not one to turn down opportunity, Starshot slung the blaster rifle over his back to join his own Plasma rifle. It wasn't half the masterwork his own weapon was, but an energy rifle was an an energy rifle, and you never knew when you might need one. "What do you think this is? Some kind of gang? pirates, maybe?" he pondered out loud. He straightened up and grunted. "So we get some dead weight and no answers" he said, losing his cool a moment. He kicked a pile of bones in frustration before regaining composure. It was a hard kick, too. "Laark, can you carry this guy?" he asked the alien crewmember. "At least till he wakes up. Hopefully he has a few answers when he does. If not, going to cut him loose" he explained. "For now, we best try to pick our way to the other side of the cave in, see what we find and hope its not too grim. Shouldn't be far now..." he added, consulting the holo-display.

Starshot "Phalen the Black?" muttered Starshot, holding him down and not skimping on the exertion of his considerable strength. "Phalen! I'm not a beast. Or a beastie!" he shouted. "And I'm not here to hurt you...you need to tell me what's going on!" He grunted a grunt of frustration. "If I wanted to hurt you, you would be hurt...bad...." he whispered into Phalen's ear, a hiss that blended logic and intimidation. He reached for his sedative gun on his utility belt. If the alien wouldn't listen to reason, a couple of shots of Omnised would hopefully do the trick...

Starshot "Easy there..." said Starshot, holding up his cybernetic hand to try and placate the ragged man. Perhaps the strange fellow had lost his marbles, cracked under stress. Whatever, he looked in bad shape. He kept his whip in hand, however. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just had to make sure you didn't hurt me. Heard you singing about melting the brains of anyone you saw with your blaster" he explained. "If you got no quarrel with me, I've got no quarrel with you" he continued, softly. He lowered his whip. Just a couple of inches. "You never know, we might even be able to help each other get out of these caves?" he suggested. "My name is Starshot, this is my crew" he added, pointing at them. "And you are...?" Does he even remember his own name?

Starshot Starshot kept quiet, and kept still, studying what he could. His plasma rifle was charged and ready, his nerves electric with anticipation. He loved this. True, the thrill was more poetic on a wild plain or in an alien jungle. But he still loved it. He flicked his helmet, and opened up the X-Ray scanners. Perhaps the bulkheads where too think, perhaps not. In any case, he would far rather get the drop on whoever was crashing about than they got the drop on him and Bliss....

Red Rat Like that explained anything! Hints, that was all. Not much to go on. Who exactly was playing whom? Her best guess was a bad one, but it felt like artificial intelligence was involved, which made the whole thing complicated. What exactly was intelligence? what motivation? how fixed? how mercurial? The time for philosophy was perhaps later, when explosions and gunfire lessened. For now, she made a dive roll for cover and shouted out... "Stop firing! Stop firing! What the hell is going on here!" It was directed ostensibly at the gun toting agents. But really, it was directed at anybody who could answer.

Initiative: 1d20+10 13

Mr. Murk had rented a stretch limo complete with tinted windows to take him directly to the hospital. It had cost quite a bit, and a favour or two, but he had a very full bank of favours. He was clothed in the murk, appearing as a young gentleman of considerable wealth complete with sunglasses, turtleneck, and flash suit. He had struck up a friendship, of sorts, with the driver, a Miss Daisy Sanchez. "Tell me daisy, what do you see?" he asked politely. The limo was parked outside, motor off. He listened carefully to Daisy's description, nudging her a little, edging her towards poetry and instinct rather than mechanical detail. In his head, he had seen the heat, the ominous gloom that reminded him, a little, or the murk itself. Perhaps he should look at the horrible thing through the murk, although that was an unpleasant notion, even for him. He could almost taste the flies that circled this place. He was a patient man, as could be expected...he stretched his senses, feeling for souls inside.

GM Anton sat back. "It's no con...but I guess that's what a con-man would say" he smiled. "Point taken" He looked nervous, however. "I'd prefer to discuss this outside the offices of MI6, to be honest. I'm sure they would love to put their grubby little fingers into every pot of scandal and gossip, if they could. I know, that was my job back in the day" he offered, rubbing those very fingers in an agitated manner. "You have your super HQ, yes? I can show you maps, details, everything there. Not on any hard drive, I am afraid. I don't touch that stuff. Stories, stories. Uuuuh, there was a cyber hacker back in the day called Mother Board, she frightened the hell out of us. I don't touch computers since!" he said, firmly. He tapped his forehead. "But the old brain still working great! Everything in here!"

Mr. Murk Mr. Murk smiled. "Do not fret, at least not unduly" he said. "I see with my heart, not my eyes". He leaned forward to whisper. "Do as thou must. I am not sure I could contain these fellows, if I need to, at least not with my fists or strength. But with words, perhaps" he explained. "And I dare say that words and passion will be the war on this day, more so that axes and spears". He leaned back again. "The food smells most wonderful. I look forward to tasting it. For me, I have the palate for old world wine, ah! yes, the south bank grape, fermented, rich, complex and old" he mused, the addressing Gorth. "Have you tasted such marvels? better than ale. Like earth and fruit on your tongue all at once!" "*Perhaps you speak French?*" he asked Queenie, hoping there might be a suitably cryptic language that they could converse in free from understanding ears. Well, she was a cook...

Starshot As silent as a mimetic mouse from Tiberius-K, Starshot was. Or the man was drunk. Probably both. Cave's weren't his terrain, by Starshot knew how to move quietly. He didn't recognise the woman / man / other. But he was perturbed by the song. "Smells nice" he said, softly, whip at the ready. "Ah...ah...ah!" he added, forcefully. "I may be moving, but shoot me" he shot out, forcefully. "I'm not hear to hurt you, but don't think I won't cook the meat of your bones if you even think about shooting..."

Standing behind the man, preparing a whip-based disarm action if he points the blaster at Starshot. Feel free to roll that (with +2 on disarm check from whip) it comes up.

Stealth Singer Near: 1d20+14 18 for near stealthing

Starshot Starshot quickly signalled for silence and cover. What the hell was this? Whatever, or whomever, it was, it was clearly ready to shoot anything that moved. With a gun, it seemed. He motioned for everyone to stay put, then, slowly he crept forward, crouching carefully. He would have loved a plasma pack right now, but needs must. He had his whip in hand. A couple of thermal pellets in his jacket...really useful for lighting fires, thermal pellets, but he could throw them in an emergency. But stealth was his best weapon now. With a bit of luck, the singer was drunk rather than hostile. He needed eyes on him - or her. His Helmet started pinging through the EM spectrum...

Stealth roll sneaking up on singer: 1d20+14 22

"Huh, you are ok, Zhu. More than ok. Don't forget it. You have a big heart with that big brain of yours!" she said, tapping Zhu's cranium in a friendly way. "And compare to the bully in a tutu back at the breakfast, you seem to do just fine with people" she added, encouraging, although she was still smarting and disgusted. She took a quick look around the chemistry lab. "Anyway, we better clean this mess up, and get going. I don't mind taking a few risks, but, you know, lets not push it too far!" she chuckled. "And if any one asks, we were studying something. Errr....Siberian weather systems, or something. That would fly, right?"

GM "The Knights of Meddy Evil?" sighed Quotsa, sitting down and picking up some nuts to chew on. They looked fairly mundane nuts, at least compared to the rest of the shop. "Chopper, he's the leader. And he chops..." he answered trying to sound cryptic and wise, and half - succeeding. He mimed a head getting chopped off. "He pretty much runs this town. Law hardly comes here, and they don't get nowhere when they do. This is wild west" he said with a shrug. But he was concerned all the same. "Month ago, they started getting wilder, got some guru to lead them, some old guy. Not sure who is running the show now, Chopper or his guru. But they are messed up, big time. Like they need drugs, or something. Now, Chopper don't deal with drugs, least not normally. He stuck to guns and swords. But now they do. Stepping on the toes of Latin Ink down south of the border. Its gonna be blood..." he said, grim.

Rev "Lets go for it...!" said Rev, boldly. She contemplated an arm, but as Zhu had said, this could go wrong. She didn't want to go around explaining a bubbling pink arm with mushrooms on it. She pulled down her pants as modestly as she could, and put forth a steel leg. She wasn't a girl to hesitate, normally, but this was a challenge for her. She took a deep breath and smashed the ball on her leg. The contents bubbled and hissed, and quickly, like a spreading ooze, flowed onto the contours and grooves of her leg. It was quick, maybe twenty seconds, and she had a leg. Of sorts. "That's pretty good!" she said, admiring her leg. As the metal had formed to the shape of muscles and bones, the gel had too, and it looked like a smooth, fairly muscular leg. She gave it a stretch and extention, and it was elastic enough to follow the movement. "Looks great, in fact!" she decided, quite happy. "I mean, nobody would notice! Unless they had a microscope or magnifying glass" she added, pressing the gel. "It looks a little odd when you press it. And the muscles are there in shape but they don't flex quite right...but yeah...I mean..." She punched the air with both fists. "Victory!!!!!" she yelled, and gave a double high five to Zhu.

Rev "I'm awesome" said Rev, pumping her fist. "But not beautiful. At least, I don't feel beautiful. Just odd. And awesome. I don't know what I think..." she gabbled, not understanding herself. "But in any case, what I really want is to walk down a mall without everyone staring at me. I don't mind attention. I just don't want it all the time!" she explained. It was not that she was bitter. More that she was keen. She watched Zhu work carefully. "I'm not sure I can help, but let me know if I can" she explained. One finger came up and a blue torch-flame spurted out, a couple of inches, very hot. "I can be a pretty cool Bunsen Burner, if you need it!"