Supercape

Starshot Halfway across, Starshot had contemplated harvesting some rations from the giant mushrooms. He decided that it was not worth the risk. They could be poisonous, deadly, or worse. He remembered the night he had spent hallucinating after a ill fated meal on Lo-Sirius-D. He paused for a moment to check everyone was alive, well, and take stock of food, water, and situation. They had spent some time marching; if they did reach the other side of the rockfall, the survivors could well have moved on. Irrespective of the odds, he felt he had to try. "Every body ready?" he asked, retying his boots. "Lets get this done, then!" He flicked up the computer cave map on HUD and spun the hologram, plotting out the the best route - or most likely route. At this point, the shortest route.

GM "I have information. For you, specifically for you" said Anton. "Look, I was a member of the KGB. I did things, I'm not proud of them, for the most part. After the USSR fell, I had to move to the independent sector, you see?" he said, opening his hands earnestly. "I won't lie to you, at this stage of my life, no pension, I'm trying to make enough money to retire. And I deal in information. I told the UK, the MI6, that I'm Ex-KGB. Told them enough information to get me to you" he explained. "Now, I come to you to sell you information, too. I'm not asking for much. Maybe twenty five thousand?" he asked, hopefully. "I know, I know, you won't agree until you hear what I say. I know how this works. But I've done my homework, you aren't broke, that's for sure. And you honour your deals. So I know at least a bit about you, you know nothing about me. So..." He shrugged, taking a gamble. "I know where your grandfather is. I know what he can do, and I know what he is doing. And to be honest, I think you should stop him..." he explained. "Only trouble is, well, he lives on Svalbard, an old mine. Sensitive area, you see? Its Norwegian, at least technically, but lots of Russians there. Not an easy place to operate in. Cold as a witch, and you can't just dance in and say you are a member of Vanguard. At least, not with UK-Russian relationships the way they are..."

GM "I can tell you what I know now" said Mr. Murk, stony faced. "Nothing..." "Not all my contacts, not all my visions. Not any subtle inquiry or blunt intimidation" he explained. "All I can tell you is this, someone has come to see Foreshadow, and that someone - or someone connected to him is blocking my visions of the future. Completely...." he complained, not used to being blinded in this matter. "I am afraid I am of no further use. Foreshadow has something to deal with and I think you should help him. He may resist at first, but I would press him. I would imagine he is as blind as I am, now..." he explained, his milky opaque eyes shining in the dim light of the cellar of slumber. "The only further answer would be most dangerous..." he added, quietly, indicating the ten slumbering future selves of Dreadnought, who might be able to answer what had happened in the past. The sleeping giants breathed so slowly one could barely notice. They glinted in the pale light, but only the most perceptive would note they were alive at all. Observing them, Dreadnought had an itch, a premonition. It might be possible to wake them...but, be it from the effects of time travel, or the sorcery that pefused them in the sleep, he had the scratching sensation that it might cost him his sanity to do so...

Starshot "Plenty more where that came from..." That had two meanings. He was ready to crack the whip again. But there was probably more than one fish in the sea, so to speak. "Stay sharp...not at the shore yet" he said, keeping frosty, and demanding everyone else did. "Don't quicken the pace. Nice and steady. Nice and steady. Eyes open...." he said, keeping his hand low. If they rushed this in a frenzy of desperation, it could attract more fish. "Lets get there in one piece...ja?"

Starshot "It's hungry!" said Starshot, steadying himself on the ship, and hopefully steadying the ship too. "I just hope it only likes mushrooms. But I doubt it...meat is meat..." he said, grimly. He took out his whip...too late, the massive fish was down in the depths again. But if it surfaced. "Keep your eyes peeled and your weapons ready. It's not finished its meal yet. When you see it...blast it!" he ordered, emphatically. For himself, he kept his whip ready and his eyes open, waiting for any tell tale ripples, waiting for any massive jaws...

Starshot will ready a standard action: Whip attack, if the fish surfaces again. Feel free to roll that attack, I wont use HP to reroll, and it will be unshifted. +12 Attack, +8 Damage. Hopefully the 15' Whip range will reach wherever it surfaces!

ooc for This

GM January 3rd, 2018, Soho, London, Club Immortus Dreadnought slept with his future brothers, deep and sound in an enchanted slumber, to wake in the new year of 2018 by Mr. Murk, who had most interesting news... Mr Murk brought coffee with him, as Dreadnought woke from his one hundred and sixty seven year slumber. He was surrounded by (now) at least ten sleeping Dreadnoughts, his future selves. The coffee was strong and black. "You may need this. Of course, caffeine might not work on you" said Mr. Murk, handing a bucket full of coffee to the immortal. "You awake in 2018. It seems the world has need of you, or more precisely, your team mate, Foreshadow" he explained, slowly and carefully, waiting for the enchanted slumber to seep away. "However, my vision is more cloudy on this. More cloudy than it should be, even within the strange fog that is the future. I sense...interference...manipulation..." he explained. "I think you might be needed...." Because, just then... Foreshadow, as a member of Vanguard, was being introduced to a Mr. Anton Vasilyev, ex-KGB intelligence officer. This meeting was beyond top secret. It was a private, secure room. Possibly bugged by the Ministry of Powers - but Foreshadow foresaw no such future. As far as he knew, via his foresight or skill, the room was secure. Of course, the ministry of intelligence would be pressing him to extract as much information as possible. "This room...its secure...yes?" asked Anton in fluent English. He must have been a good spy. Maybe he still was. A strong man of average height, non descript face bar a broken nose, and wearing unremarkable clothes. "What I need to tell you...its personal...about your family..." he explained. "Not really for others to know...."

Initiative: 1d20+10 30

Mr. Murk " "It may have escaped your attention, but I am blind" he said, bluntly but kindly. "Ill certainly keep my eyes on them" he chortled. "Although I can't say that will achieve much, since I am blind..." He actually burst out laughing at the situation. "No. Seriously. I cannot read, but I sense the souls of these two perfectly well" he explained, pointing directly at the two anachronistic bounty hunters. "And if you need to leave suddenly, then please do so. As long as you supply us with the finest food and wine known to man. No reason we can't dine and wine whilst we wait, hmm?" he asked, politely and warmly. "Even if it isn't freshly roasted and killed" He turned his blind eyes back to Gorth" "That is concerning. There must rest for the dead. We must indeed stop him" he agreed. "On that we agree..."

Rev Rev ignored the question. She didn't want to lead Zhu down the wrong path, but on the other hand, a little nudge towards risk taking might do the girl good. "Well, sometimes ya gotta do things even if you can't" she explained. "It's for a good cause. Don't hurt anybody. Might even be a little bit fun!" she winked. "And if we get caught, which we won't, then a little lie, don't worry about it" she said. "I'm the bad girl, remember?" "We'll be fine. Don't worry. One day you will be a superhero, girl! I'm sure of it! A few risks to help the needy, right?" She looked at all the chemicals and glass. "What do you think? Can you make me beautiful again?"

Rev "Damn yes!" replied Rev, excitedly. "I know its a bit risky, but how about, after lessons, we try and sneak into the..." ..School Chemistry lab (at the)... It wasn't really that naughty. Just a quick job for Rev and SFX to work the lock and they were in. Just getting to know the place. Maybe they left a pencil sharpener here, or maybe they were looking for the recreational room. Or maybe a few chemicals might accidentally mix together and create some artificial skin. "Awesome!" said Rev with a cheeky grin. "You know, a little bit of rule bending is ok, right? Even a bit fun. As long as we don't break anything, its fine!" she declared, boldly. "Now, feel free to work miracles, Smarty!" she said, encouragingly, keeping half an eye out trouble...

Notice for you guessed it MYSTERY!!!: 1d20+10 14

Rev "Thanks Zhu, I need that!" She said with a smile. "I'm not going to screw this up. I feel good...positive. the black behind me, the sun ahead! I mean, I can fly! How great is that! Life is good!" She paused. "And you can trust me. That's for sure. No matter how bad things got with the donuts, I always looked out for my friends. I have got your back, just remeber that! She added emphatically and have the girl a hug.

Flintlock "Verlity and forsooth, so it is, and it is so!" Agreed Flintlock, saving her arms about vaguely. "Methinks mayhap it be sorcery, or science. But probably sorcery!" "We be at the services of the noble and righteous and etcetera etcetra watchmen, eŕrr...policemen of Freedom City. And on that note, what do you mean, third one? Pray tell, and set tongue to work!"

Starshot The lichen eating was noted; it was possible, perhaps, that the ecosystem of these caves was entirely self contained. The luminescence, the lichen, the consumer. What was the luminescence, though? Irrespective, the possibility of a self contained eco system was unpleasant - it cut down the predicted entrances and exits. Mushroom boats ready, fingers crossed, Starshot and his crew boarded their vessels and refilled their water flagons. Time to take the plunge, and get ready to stab any tentacles that grabbed them...

GM Quotsa nodded slowly, and put his suspect roll up out. The lizard Jann spoke to was a shrivelled up sun-dried thing with a spooky look and a nasty formaldehyde smell. "That's me, stranger. I own this shop.." It was not much of a shop. It was hard to believe much, if anything, was sold. It looked like a place to hang out in. "I don't think I ever seen a man with wings before..." he mumbled, sidling up to the Bird of Arms and touching his feathers. "You are real, yes? Not some vision quest kind of thing?" he asked suspiciously. "I'm a shaman. See all kinds of stuff! Man turned into a cactus, last month!" he said, eyes wobbling slightly. They did not quite converge properly. "Some of the stuff I see, its real too! Like them knights tearing up the town!"

Rev Rev appreciated the flowers. She had been a tomboy, as they say. More at home with oil and engines than anything else; arguably even than people when she was at her blackest. It was good to feel the sun again, in the flowers. "That. And other things" said Rev, uncharacteristically coy. Ashamed. "I had a bad year when my dad died. Got in a gang, the Junkin' Donuts. We stole cars, we raced them" she said, looking out the window, sad. "It was fun, at times. But it was like an oily fire. It had something exciting in it, but I always knew it was misfiring, I guess. Something wrong. But..." she trailed off and put her head in her hands. "It was a bad time. My Dad had died and everything turned bitter, me too" she said, sour. She looked up. "It could have been a lot worse, right? I feel lucky I crawled out of that crash with my life. I'm not complaining about a criminal record or metal limbs, especially jet powered ones. I'm going to make the most of things. But..." she paused. "I'm scared. I'm scared I'm going to screw it up..."

Rev Lexa strolled in, effortlessly carrying her two bags on her shoulders, whistling a merry little tune. "Perfect!" she smiled. "My favourite super genius!" She let her bags drop; nothing fragile there, just a lot of clothes and more than a couple of pairs of boots. All she had, really, bar a few small tanks of petrol and a bit of piping to refuel. She sat down on the other bed. Lexa was a little heavier than most girls; not from fat but from metal limbs. Still, the bed could take her, and it was pretty soft and squishy. "Honestly, this is pretty neat, huh?" she asked Zhu. "I haven't got a bean to my name plus a criminal record. This is better than I could have ever hoped for!" she smiled with huge relief. "Not to mention I got the smartest girl in class as a room mate!"

Tagged Arcane Know: 1d20+7 24 for Arcane Knowledge. If Civics, History, Business or Theology/Philosophy would help, feel free to roll them for me! (+15, +11, +15, +11)

GM The inside of the shop was dust. It was hard to see that anything was here except dust. Even the dust had dust on it. Once one had acclimatised to the dust, there was stuff to see. Dried lizards, carved totems, and so on. It was likely that most of it was just cheaply hand made tourist junk at inflated prices. At the end of the shop, smoking something that probably had tobacco in it, but was not tobacco, was Quotsa himself. An elderly man, thin and wiry, wearing a cowboy hat and denim, with leathery skin and dark eyes. "All be damned. A goddamn angel..." he said, as if he saw angels and all manner of wonderful, terrifying things every day. He probably did, it was just that what he saw was hallucinations. "What can I do for you?" he said in a raspy deep voice.

ll try a medicine skill revive sans Med Kit (must get one) and: Medicine roll trying to revive: 1d20+0 10 fail.

The Red Rat The Rat cursed herself for not bringing a good quality med kit. She gave a little thump on his chest and a little slap round the face but he remained out cold. Which computer to take. Could she take any? Could she carry the man? Yes...but run from the plebs too? A griping sense of gambling hit her, and she looked at the buzzing box. She would dearly like to know its workings, but by her guess, the plebs where after that. Not her. Which means abandon the box and start sifting the debris. Not ideal, but even worse was procrastination. So, on foot again...the plan was to dump or throw the box a good half mile from here, double back, and try to sift through the mess she had made for clues.

Starshot "That's what I was thinking" agreed Starshot. He scanned the horizon, looking for the shortest route. "986.542 metres. At the shortest point" he concluded, from the helmet HUD. "Give or take..." He chose a giant mushroom of best size (large) and shape (boat like). "Best bet, we row there. Cut down the stalk to make an oar. Hollow out the pulp. You get the picture. Won't be pretty. But its still the best bet" he concluded. With that, he started scooping out the pulp...

GM "Yeah, the RD-D2 Socket has blown...we need to recalibrate the C3P0 modulators. Really important and engineering and stuff..." said Max in an uncharacteristically loud voice for everyone to hear. Prince Badawi looked really impressed, licking his lips at the prospect of really top quality sound, whilst the actual engineers smirked. Maxine was a short thin woman, only a coupla inches over five, with the worst hairstyle that one could conceive. Not that it was the same hairstyle, no no. She has ascended past that mere shadow of bad hair, for her hair seemed to morph every moment, always landing in the most precisely wrong style one could conceive of. Its mundane brown tint did not help. She was neither ugly nor pretty, just goofy, wearing random clothes that jarred a little. Like today, a totally bland jumper and trousers but with studded fingerless leather gloves to look a bit rock. "That guy over this is dribbling, you know" she said, moving her eyes to indicate the Prince. "In any case, actually, its all set. And good thing too, we are rolling in two minutes" she explained excitedly. "I got the drones running! Have to say, the top of this building is pretty awesome. Everything computer run, swishing doors, lights, martini's...well cool!" she said, scratching her earholes at the same time to play with the wax that always congealed in them. She pointed at the drones, all six of them, buzzing away at various distances and angles. Between the drones and Zytes irritating skill at art, it was all looking good. "Ready when you are!" she added, giving the thumbs up. Zyte followed suit and pointed at the stage, where Kitty Riot were already waiting.