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Starshot A rest was welcome. He felt his boots creak with the pounding they had received from the journey. If this went on too long, they would be pretty tired by the time they came to the trials. More water was passed around. Dehydration was the enemy, although the coolness of the caves mitigated the danger. Sitting down, he placed his rifle by him, and took his helmet off. As helpful as the device was, a little breathing space was nice. He spoke to his companions in a hushed voice. It was unlikely that the Ul-Mor could understand, or even hear, but it was a harmless prudence. "This feels like holy ground. Or something like it. It has a ritualistic flavour" he speculated. He had been around more than a few "primitive" tribes in his time. "I felt we were being watched. Judged, maybe. Well, that's not so surprising, they don't see man aliens, I guess" although i suspect they may have seen some... "But like it or not, I think we should stick with our hosts" he ventured. The thought of making a run for it had crossed his mind. "Without them, we are lost, and we may well end up making enemies of them if we bolt now. What say you?"

Thats all good, ill leave it in your hands with the presumption that we are having a scene cut soon unless something drastic happens. Let me know when you want the cut

Flintlock Treasure is it? And Rum too! Sounds too good to miss! "Ahh well, consider Captain Flintlock and the Black Flag at yer service" she said, spitting on her hand and offering it up for a handshake. "'Tis a noble enough cause. Aye, I did me fair share of thieving in times gone. A rapscallion and a rogue. But kidnappin was always a bit too close too Slavery for my liking. Can't be deprivin' a man, or a woman, of his liberty. Never did sit right with me, even back in days when it seemed right to most" she explained. "And o' course if there is Rum and Gold to be had, I hardly need persuadin' me crew. They are loyal enough, 'tis true, but a bit of the old 'incentivisin' never did any harm. Lifts the spirits, so to speak" "Anyways, how do we catch this vexatin' spirit of yours? Sounds a slippery devil, like an eel!"

Synth (as Knuckles O'Hagan) Knuckles O'Hagan wore a tank top and ripped jeans, and cheap boots. Shaved close, Big moustache, broken nose. One of those guys that had a bit of fat and a lot of muscle. And very big hands, like spades of steel. Knuckles O'Hagan was a creation of Synth. A man who had been both battered and did a fair bit of battering. He figured it suited the day. Well, it was time to dive in. And it looked like splintered noses and bloody lips were on the menu tonight; and perhaps that was all that there was on the menu. Free Market economics at its worst; there was a vaccuum in fighting he supposed, and Gus and Jev had captilised on it. But there was more, he presumed. - something permeating the operation. Knights and Williams, presumably. Not an organisation he would be lending his own unique DNA to. "Rose Kiss" she said. Presumably the pass word. She thought Glaswegian Kiss would be more appropriate, but still. Strong and fast as he was, martial arts were not something he had learned or had much desire to. He had best keep his wits about him, as he descended to the basement, eyes ears and nose alert to the plethora of sensory stimulation. In particular, the smell of blood...

Flintlock "Ye heard true enough, Sir" replied Captain Flintlock, gleefully imbuing the Rum. "Makes for sounder sleep, and the day more jolly" she explained, gleefully imbuing some more. No doubt, in a moment, she would have more. "I find that if I drink Rum in sufficient quantities, Sir, it procures all the effects of being drunk" And so it was, she drunk some more. Just one drink Maybe more Three I'm under the table Four I'm under the host She sang in her head. It was potent and tasty Rum, for sure. "So, my friend. Quite the arm you have there. If I hadn't have seen it with my own eyes, I wooden have believed it! Harharhar!" she laughed, slapping her thigh. She noticed, on reflection, that she was indeed showing all the signs of being drunk. It was, she supposed, an effect of drinking Rum. Being drunk also kept away the madness. The horrible visions.... "What business does the Brazos del Mar have in these shores?" she inquired, blearily.

So possibly a pause here. the stage as it were, is yours, but we may be heading for a scene cut to Day 2 of the Opera?

GM "As you wish" replied Unit 17 in that characteristically flat voice indicating the Tinker, who ever he was, had ceased direct contact. Munn may have been a slippery customer, both metaphorically and literally, but the Robot gripped him tightly and Munn had given up the fight. He burbled something about lawyers and diplomatic immunity, and even something allegedly poetic about love as he was lead away. "Hmmph" Red Spear crossed her arms and slunk her hips as she took in the scene, before addressing Barrier. "Not even one illegal Texian assassin droid for my troubles. Oh well, they are illegal I suppose" she conceded. "But I did help. Not just out of the kindness of my heart - although it would be a shame to deprive the galaxy of Lexa, especially at the hands of that idiot" she said, jerking her thumb at Munn. "Me and Dog, we still got a villain to hunt. I'm betting the Tinker has him hid away. So, you owe me one, if you recall" She didn't wait for an answer, but strode of, perhaps with a hint of petulance - or, more accurately, frustration. Sphere glided on invisible gravometric bubbles as Red Spear left. "I am trained in basic medical care" he intoned politely. "If you will excuse me, I will take Lexa to the infirmary for diagnostics" he asked politely.

Black Flag (Flintlocks ship) is summoning a storm as per its power.

Flintlock "My head!" complained Flintlock clutching her head. "That's it! No more Rum! Lock it up and pretend to throw away the key, and don't tell me where that key is unless I ask for it!" she told Handsome Jack, the ugly ships mate of the Black Flag. "Aye aye" he grumbled. He was half dead serious. in that he was dead, but not serious. When another pirate ship flew past to Freedom City everyone of the crew raised their undead eyebrows, as did their captain, a certain Captain Flintlock. "Well I haven't seen that for a while" she proclaimed. "Did the rest of you see it too?" Grumbles and mutterings of the Skeleton Crew indicated yes they had. And it it was a rather cool ship, they all thought. "Set sail to intercept!" commanded Captain Flintlock. "And let the storms be unleased!" Silently, the Black Flag slipped through rolling waves and lashing rain, clouds forming above it and waters churning around it. Flintlock kept hand to the wheel, and pulled out her telescope to examine the...well...it was a pirate ship, it seemed. Its intentions were unclear, so she ordered Sweet Jennie to man the cannons of the Black Flag. "Yes Cap'n!" she said, her happiness at the thought of firing the great black iron guns a bit disconcerting. "Ahoy there!" shouted Flintlock as the Black Flag pulled up beside its quarry.

For reference, Ill take 20 on a Gather Information roll.

Synth (as Jeb) Synth shrugged. Whatever the opponent was, he could probably handle easily. He was not exactly trained in martial arts - far from it - but by pure strength and reflexes, he was effective enough. Plus, the memories...every pressure point in the human body was known in detail. "Well, I best get to preparation then. I'm practicing blocking someones fist with my face. Hope it works! I'll see you on the big day..." He walked out, thinking hard. As far as he could make out, this was a case of an illegal fighting ring. But there was a sense that it was spiced up somehow. That it was backed or run or manipulated by something more than Jeb and Gus. The only way to find out, for sure, was turn up on Saturday. in the mean time, that was plenty of days shifting garbage with Breakfast Bloom, and who knows what might turn up in the trash. He could add in a few "hints" on the street, see if anyone knew anything.

GM The Texian wasp of her forehead, Lexa had a brief tonic seizure and than sat upright, eyes fairly popping out of her head. "uuuhhhh...." she groaned, shaking her head slightly. "What happened...where am I...who...what...why...which...whence?" she mumbled groggily. "I can't remember anything! Just a...buzzing...." she touched her forehead trying to remember. "These Wuffians have apprehended me, Lexa! Don't believe them!!!!" gurgled Munn through his aquatic fluid filled vocal cords. Red Spear concealed a smiled and peered at the Texian Wasp. "Say, you fancy leaving that with me? I'm familiar with Texian technology" she said, enigmatically. "Costs a small fortune for one, let alone two" she explained, sighing at the crunched up and destroyed Wasp that Paradigm had effortlessly dealt with, and was now sitting silent and immobile (and most deformed) on the Hangar floor.

Synth (as Jeb) "It's better than nothing" answered Synth, grabbing the clothes. "I'll see if I can find anything out" he said, giving them a good sniff. The aroma's belnded and whirled up his nose. "Just keep your eyes open, huh? We don't want trouble. Well, we don't want the wrong kind of trouble, if you know what I mean. Guess wer atill on for all the right side of trouble on Saturday. Any news on the big day? Still the same guest list and ah....event list? YOu will have to excuse me being paradnoid for the next few days. Just a bit of sweat at worst, but could save our bacon" he said. "And I know I'm up. But could you give me any hints or tips about my opponent?"

Synth (As Jeb) "Jeb" nodded in affirmation. He wondered for a moment about Gus; the guy had gone down pretty easily back at the bar, so presumably he was not a fighter himself. Still, a big guy. And Jeb was smaller, and fighting - apparently. Maybe it was nothing, but he noted it anyway. "Something on the road, some kind of horn, kept firing off. I think I shook them off, Huh, maybe it was nothing. Maybe I got spooked. But maybe not. Look, if somebody is on to us...well, do you know anything?" he retaliated, firmly. "Because if you do, it would be good time to tell me. Do I need to be looking over my shoulder, do you think?" "Ill check out the bar tomorrow, see what needs repairing. I just want to know if I should wear my kevlar vest...."

INVOKED by Fox Flintlock Edits 14 PP to spend, but mainly refining the character (her sorcery is now largely about “summoning”), and cleaning up a few errors. Changes free up more 1 PP to release a reward. Spotted annotation error. Can you correct under Equipment it should be 16 PP = 80 EP (this is correctly accounted for, just an annotation error). Spotted Annotation error. Notice should be 4 (+12), not 4 (+13) Increase Immunity to Immunity 2 (Aging, Own Powers) [+1 PP] Increase Equipment to 16 (i.e. freeing up reward, paying for equipment "In full") Reduce Sorcery Array by 2 PP Changing her magic array to better reflect “summoning” theme. Most of the array is the same but a few changes in alt powers. Sorcerous Summoning Array (42 PP Array, Feats: Alt Power 5) [47 PP] [Reduced Power cost to 47, or -2 PP] BP: Astral Form 8 (2000 miles, Feats: Dimensional 2 [Magic]) [42/42 PP] “Project Spirit” AP: Illusion 10 (Extras: Duration [Sustained], Flaws: Phantasm, Feats: Progression Area 2 [25’ radius]) [42/42 PP] “Summon Phantasm” AP: Move Object 10 (Extras: Damaging, Range [Perception], Feats: Affect Insubstantial 2) [42/42 PP] “Summon Poltergeist” AP: Suffocate 8 (Extras: Alternate Save [Will], Duration [Sustained], Range 2 [Perception], Feats: Variable Descriptor 1 [Water, Muck, Mud]) [41/42 PP PP] “Summon Fetid Waters” AP: Create Object 10 (Extras: Duration [Continuous], Range [Perception], Feats: Affects Insubstantial 1, Variable Descriptor 1 [Lovecraftian horror, e.g cyclopean masonry, blasted ice, splintered obsidian, non-Euclidean architecture]) [42/42 PP] “Summon from other dimension” AP: Confuse 10 (Extras: Aura, Contagious, Duration 2 [sustained aura], Feats: Reversible, Selective Aura, Flaws: Range 2 [Touch]) [42/42 PP] “Summon crawling chaos”

Hmmmm....I'm not sure, do you think this character might possibly fit?

Synth (as Jeb) What is he some kind of communist anarchist! If so, I like him! Synth wasn't exactly a communist or anarchist, but if there was one thing that vexed him about modern society it was the (in his mind) disgusting inequity in wealth and circumstance. Still, the measure of the man was probably in his means of redistributing wealth, and precisely whom it should be redistributed too. It was in these matters, he felt, that good intentions often went astray. He smiled a little at the sight of the clothes. It was true, they were not the most feminine. But still. For his part, she cared not a jot about gender or gender specific clothing, but the unease of Gus was a little amusing. "I climbed in through the fire place in my Santa outfit to give you your present" he replied. "Would you like it? It's your brain. I think you left it somewhere" she explained, miming giving him something very small. "You left the door unlocked. I'll put it down to shock and stress, I guess" he added, glancing at his clothes. "And sure, I could do with an easy fight. What do you have?" he asked. He sat down and eased up. "Do you think somebody is on to us? I get the feeling we are being watched..." he probed.

Updated for Feb 2017 Same rules as before; variable powers out, nearly everything else in. Did most PCs but some exceptions for PCs who whilst on the forum are gathering cobwebs... Same excuses as before for errors. Superhuman (26+) 35 Synth 30 Nighthawk 30 Echo 30 Velocity 28 Nightingale 28 Geckoman 26 Grimalkin 26 Mister Strix Peak Human (20-25)P 24 Argonaut 24 Blue Jay 24 Blodeuewedd 24 Bombshell 24 Foreshadow II 24 Wayward 24 La Renarde Bleue 24 Thoughtspeed 22 Starshot 22 Red Rat (and other forms) 22 Gremlin 22 Woodsman 22 Bird of Arms 22 Sunwalker 22 Psy - strike 20 Kukson 20 Liam Connor (Dr Thorne) 20 The Gargoyle 20 Emerald Spider 20 Pacer 20 Hyperslice 20 Net Fly 20 Tsunami 20 Wander 20 Kit 20 Midnight 20 Jack of All Blades Exceptional Human (15-19) 18 - Hyperactive 18 – Warp 18 Elite 18 Hronos 18 El Huracan 18 – Mannequin 18 Lord Steam 18 Tattered Man 18 Amorph 18 Crimson Tiger 18 Arrowhawk II 18 Crow 18 Frostbyte 18 Sofia Orellana 18 Ruby Voxx 18 Ace Danger 18 Terrifica 18 Eclipse 16 Ardent 16 Wraith 16 Ghost Girl 16 Presto 16 Squadron 16 Asad 16 Kanunu 16 Nevermore 16 Set 16 Punchline 16 Roulette 16 Synapse 16 Fast Forward 16 Lou Lubrano 16 Mammoth 16 Judex 16 Justicar 16 The Salmon 16 Volcaic 16 Flintlock 16 Vion Zhenshchina 16 Sandman 16 Phantasmo 16 Bliss 16 Corona 16 Merge Trois 16 Red Moon 16 Cobalt Templar 16 Harrier 16 Ouroboros Average Human (10-14) 14- Scion 14 Miss Americana 14 Sea Devil 14 Dragonfly 14 The Traveller 14 Triakosia 14 Errant 14 Paradigm 14 Starlight 14 Wail 14 Edge 14 Mater Vyrdna 14 Miras 14 Temperance 14 Dr Rosa Thorne 14 Miracle Girl 14 Torpedo Lass 14 Stronghold 14 Doctor Deoxy 14- Upgrade 14 Tekton 14 Queenie 14 Ardent 14 Lady Horus 14 Rosethorn 14 Moon Moth 14 The Sidhe 14 Chrome 14 Gabriel 14 Nick Cimitiere 14 Grim 14 Willow 14 Sparkler 14 Cavalier 12 Hammer 12 Sha’ir the Spellsmith 12 Bonfire 12 Reagant 12 Arcturus 12 Glamazon 12 Equinox 12 Cannonade 10 Renegade 10 Gaian Knight 10 Leviathan 10 Outlaw 10 Fleur de Joie 10 Meatheral 10 Galvanic 10 Savant 10 Barrier 10 Phantom 10 Comrade Frost 10 Citizen 10 Endeavor 10 Hologram 10 Miss Grue 10 Phalanx 10 Psyche Clumsy Oaf (0-9) 6 Rock

GM Number 17 unit remained still as the Tinker spoke through his creation. "Very well. My holding cells are at your disposal" he answered Paradigm in the flat voice. With that, he seemed to cut out, and the unit reactivated, its silver eyes flashing. "I have been instructed to escort the president to the emergency security cell pending your resolution of the matter" it said, straightening up and moving again. As turned out it was a simple matter to swim Lexa out. Munn even offered to help, worried lest his idol be hurt in any way. She was soaked from the Deep Waves interior, with an oxygen mask on her head and a tiny insect bot buzzing away on her forehead. Red Spear examined the little bot for a moment. "Ah! A Texian Wasp! Illegal but effective. Cost a small fortune" she commented. "No harm in taking them off, no lasting damage. Can cause a little confusion on removal, however. Not dangerous, just almost invisible and highly effective" she explained. Taking a moment, she maneuvered herself out of earshot of the Robot and into whispering range of Barrier and Paradigm. "If the Tinker owes you one, I could do with your help. I'm after a dangerous criminal I am sure is stashed away here. Get him for me, and you consider me in your debt. Ten times over...."

GM As Barrier and Paradigm finished up controlling the Deep Wave and, it seemed, the situation, Red Spear walked forward, clapping her hands. "Well, maybe this trip isn't a complete waste of time after all" she said, impressed. "I get to see two Praetorian's in action. I got to say, I'm good at my job. One of the best. But I hope never end up hunting one of you guys. Because I'm going to have to pass on that one..." she smiled. The Chrome Robot stoop up, its four arms fusing back to two, as did its four legs. And then it froze. The blank voice came again, from the motionless robot. It was slow to talk and respond and did so in an odd, staccatto manner. "This is The Tinker" it said. "I am speaking through unit 17. Thank you for rescuing Lexa...." it said. Despite the bland voice, somehow there was a moment of anger. "Munn will....pay.....you can be assured. Leave him to me. Consider me in your great debt. If the Praetorians ever need me, you shall have my assistance. You have saved Lexa. You have saved the Night Flower. You have saved me..." it continued. Another pause. "Please return Lexa to the stage as soon as she is able. The show must go on...as I understand the Terran's say between drinking gin and burning fossil fuels...."

Starshot Thank you for your safe passage Starshot slung his gun over his back and donned his helmet again. It might be dark and underground, but he could well believe it was safer than travelling over scorched earth and blistering jets of fire. Cooler, for starters. There was light, but his helmet could both plot a path through the caverns for later use and gave an IR display. The advanced technology plotted the distances, the dimensions and depths of all he could see. That might protect him and his crew from getting lost, but there were other dangers. Caverns could lead to falls and collapses. And sometimes, things lurked in caverns... It was the lesser of evils however. And they were out of the sun, some respite for all, but particularly Soreen and Lark. And so he pressed on.

So President Munn is an erotomanic stalker. But he is still a President of world. Overall Munn/Lexa is a side story to tNF but it will be important in terms of consequnces (If it all works out). But I open this up to you guys as to what you want. My feeling is that the extremes of Munn getting away scot-free or throwing him in the slammer with no questions asked are unlikely but quite happy to go there if you guys wish. The real question to my mind is if you want any narrative consequences for your actions in terms of character development (enemies, friends, reputations, complications).

GM "This is an outrage!" bluffed Munn. As President, he was good at bluffing. But he had a weak hand, what with Lexa floating unconscious in the middle of the bridge. With a little more time and inspection, Lexa had the same tiny insect robot clamped to her forehead, buzzing gently away. "You, madam are impeding a STATE PRESIDENT. The Praetorians have no right to interfere in my business. You do not own the galaxy, and I shall ensure that this unwarranted and illegal activity is brought to account. Your power does not entitle you to operate with impunity!" The ship, deprived of its pilot, floated in the hangar, now quite under the control of Paradigm.

Olopi> The Pilot can't make that toughness save, so knocked unconscious. Feel free to post IC, and I think we shall wrap combat there. Munn is only PL 5 ish, and has no realistic chance of inflicting at best a bruise. Also, being unable to fly the ship, he can't even make a realistic run for it.

NO thats fine Thev, feel free to post to that effect.