Supercape

GM "There is glory in the hunt, there is no doubt about it. Perhaps it has been forgotten in this new, so called civilised age" replied the huntsman, in pain and with a cold sweat, breathing laboured, full of adrenaline. "And yet that is not the all of it. I was born over a hundred years ago, the greatest of the great white hunters. And I learned a black and wonderful secret. The ritual of the hunt. By taking the life of a powerful beast, rejuvenating my own!"

Too many... The firefight was messy. They were outnumbered and outgunned, and the pirates were no two credit street thugs. These guys could shoot, and kill. "Give me all you have! " he shouted at trigger, kicking the gun into action. If he, and his gun, could pour enough plasma into the barrel, it would... The air lit up like the breath of a dragon, or the rage of a storm god. It was barely enough for trigger to contain...

Fine by me Rav! Feel free to do a post or two (you can use them as a Guest Star!)

Ok, I am inclined to stunt something off the rifle, perhaps a cone of plasma: Damage 6, Extras: Cone [12 PP] Fatiguing the rifle (essentially overloading it). How does that sound? I want to get Silver in the cone but as many other thugs (and not us) as possible?

Starshot was examining the flying beasts through Mask, with vision magnification on. Flying birds of prey - could be dangerous. Hard to track, harder to hunt. "I hope your bowmanship is as good as ever, my friend" he said to Seika with a smile. "Big wings, big birds, could be dangerous. Could be tasty!" he assed, giving her a slap. He felt a little sorry for her. WHilst the Xeno was spacious enough, and had a bed hammock just for her, these grav-craft were less so. "Best set us down then" he said the to the Lor. "And keep the eyes open!" he reminded them all, as Mask gave him an HUD of the area.

GM The Crocodile King's head was made of hard stuff, all bone and hide. And whilst his physical power was undeniable, his brain was no stronger. the King was all rage, fury, blood and muscle, full of confidence and teeth. But he was not the smartest crocodile-man in the world. His head snapped back from the force which shuddered the Bo-stick. A few splinters even peeled off the staff, splishing in the water. Against that, even the Crocodile King took a back step. If his dark eyes were less dark, they would have been seen to roll. "Grrr...No man can defeat me! I am the strongest! Even Doctor Zero was not as strong! I will not bow my knee to weaklings!" he swore, although it seemed he could not marshall the will or muscle to do anything just then.

1d20+10=17, 1d20+10=28 A mixed bag: the grapple is sustained, but no damage. Round 4: 32 - Foreshadow - 0 HP - Injured + Bruised 21 - King Croc - Mentally Grappled, Bruised 11 - Synapse - 1 HP - Fatigued Foreshadow is up again!

GM "Very well" answered the Admiral stiffly, perhaps even slyly. Slinking out of the captains chair he showed Myrmidon the controls. Something did appear broken, his will snapped. His face was gaunt, his back was broken. But perhaps not completely. He was a hard man to fathom. The Walker turned, on command, its mechanical legs crushing corpses as it moved. As far as could be seen, precious few dead men where Atlanteans. Most seemed skeletons of sailors and fishermen. The Sonic weaponry was impressive, to say the least, Even at a fraction of its power, it cut a rumbling wave of force through the ground, with brittle bones exploding and splintering. The hundreds of dead outside, in the cold dark sea, were no match for the walker. Myrmidon knew war, and knew how to handle it, almost instinctively. With a minute the sea was dark and still, and around the walker, a garden of fractured corpses.

Thats cool, although dangerous. If anyone has Earth Sciences and can make a DC 20 Check, please do so!

Im pretty sure sneak attack does count. 1d20+12=19 finally his luck falls, so bruised and dazed. Post away!

GM Inside the Mind of King Croc... How did these people find me? They said I was to be wrapped away, caged! Caged! Me!!!! Grrrraaaaw! Too long have I suffered the 'protection' of the men in white coats. They fed me but morsels, the flesh and bones of beggars and thieves. I should be King of Egypt! My power is enough to crush any man! And now, it seems that there protections has been for nought. I am found! Discovered! ...I am freee!!!! Graaaaaaw! I will thrash these puny weaklings to pulps. Especially the fast one...I feel his flesh on my teeth...! AAAARGH! Again! My mind! Noooooo! Synapse was left with the feeling of an animal taint, the taint of the predator, an apex predator at that. Whatever had changed the mans body had changed his mind too...

Which means Foreshadow is now up!

1d20+10=26 so he is successfully mind read: and you will get some information on that (at least surface thoughts) Rolls against the grapple and the damage. 1d20+10=27, 1d20+10=29... Honestly, how lucky is this guy. In any case, the Crocodile King is now mentally grappled. Round 3: 32 - Foreshadow - 0 HP - Injured + Bruised 21 - King Croc - Mentally Grappled 11 - Synapse - 1 HP - Fatigued

Yes indeed! I smack my head!

GM The Crocodile King did wince, even growl, clutching his head. It was not that he was unhurt, it was just that the Crocodile King was used to pain, and was very good at fighting it. He had an animalistic rage that was all but unquenchable. "No! No! No! Get out of my head!" he shouted his roars echoing down the concrete and still water. "I won't be defeated! I won't! I won't!" he swore, thrashing in the water, and then sinking in it. And then, for a second, he was gone. But only for a second. Foreshadow felt the Crocodile King rugby tackling him, thrashing and fighting to push him back, down under the water. But Synapses blast must have sapped him more than she thought. He was uncoordinated, angry, in pain, and without traction, just blind and undirected fury.

Meaning Foreshadow is up!

Round 1: 32 - Foreshadow - 0 HP - Injured + Bruised + Dazed 21 - King Croc 11 - Synapse - 2 HP - Fatigued So Foreshadow is dazed! King Croc is sinking beneath the surface as a move action, then swimming into Foreshadow in a rush attack, aiming to push him through the underground tunnel into the Nile. 1d20+10=29 unber-fricking-leivable. So he hits. Its an opposed roll for rush, Croc gets +4 for large size, and +8 for strength, and +1 for 1 rank in super strength (STR is 26 and 31 with superstrength). Let us see if his stupid luck continues. 1d20+13=17 finally! his luck runs out! Still, needs an opposed roll from FS please.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have to warn you I don't know everything about the safehouse. I mean, some of it was censored. I may not even know a lot. Possibly only half. Perhaps even less than half..." She steadied herself. "Like, for example, I hear some superior soviet robot guards approaching to dispose of us. For trying to dispose of them. That sort of thing" She paused a second. "It may not be robots but I can hear something approaching..." she said. Under normal circumstances she would have reached for her gun. But as she couldn't see anything.

Pretty awesome! I think that needs a few rolls, namely: Initimidate to see if the Captain Helps. DC 15 to see if he will, negating any drive penalty. Knowledge (Technology) to see if you can understand the controls well enough anyway: DC 15 to negate any drive penalty, DC 20 to understand the sonic weaponry. Then an actual drive roll, at -5 unless you make one of the above. DC: Well, depends on what you want to do with the walker (your intentions?)

Bleh! (Although that was actually Arichamus wish, before you guys get to thinking I kill of PCs! ) 1d20+10=27 Oh lordy, his luck....quite incredible. I might need to consider what to do about that, but lets roll with it for now.

GM Meanwhile, in the body of Wayward... Necromme felt his new body in a rather disturbing and rude manner. "<Not bad, not bad. For a woman, anyway. The mystery of their feeble mindedness is now made clear! why, all this strange lumps, and bumps...bah! I never could understand the appeal of such fleshly nonsense!>" The chauffeur was a seasoned man, used to all sorts of stars on all sorts of drugs. As it happened, he knew a bit of French. As it happened, he did not care to comment on Waywards frankly bizzare behaviour. "Where to, Ma'am?" has asked as they cruised into Freedom City. Necromme paused, drumming his finger. "Why, to celebrate of course, my new bod---my new, errr...song, yes...song, that's right, isn't it?" "Very good ma'am" And a few blocks away... The limousine pulled up outside Honeylegs All Night Disco...It was a basement club of rather edgy fare, rather seedy, and rather cheap - the drinks and the customers. "Are you sure Ma'am?" "Yes yes, this will do perfectly! A disreputable place full of scum and villainy who I might have recourse to use! And...ah...err...yes, to dance and drink too, of course!" It had been quite a while since he had drunk, or danced, and, truth be told, he was rather looking forward to it...

GM ~ Epilogue ~ And so the papers the next day exploded, each of them eager to paint the truth of what happened that day. Each of them determined to dismiss the other papers. But the Daily Herald came out most bold, most vicious, eager to crucify Geckoman's reputation, whilst staying just within the law, using very careful language and legal loopholes. Lana Loeb may have been a tyrant, but she was not stupid. She had been playing this game for a long time and had got very good of it. Doctor Tonic, aka Doctor Ahmed Khan was carted off to the Providence Asylum, judged unfit to stand trail due to psychiatric illness. He was not an easy patient, but a heavy dose of neuroleptic mediation awaited him and his left gulteus maximus on arrival. And finally, in the Paediatric ward of the hospital... Larry Loeb was fifteen and ill. Namely, a lymphoma. His prognosis was good, but still. He was thin, bald, and fed up. He wandered out of his bed, weak but determined, and sat by the bed of his new friend. "Hi Larry...how are you?" smiled the girl. The girl was also ill, a mystery progressive neurological illness that had also made her weak, bed bound, and suffering intermittend hallucinations. "I'm good thanks, Amber, you know, gotta fight it..." he smiled back weakly. "You will make it, I know you will" said Amber. "I'll help you. My dad can help everybody!" So said Amber Khan. ~ Fin ~

GM "Oh my stomach is plenty big" growled the King Croc, squeezing Foreshadow painfully, and sparing a moment to bring the young mans face right up to his own. He stared at him with deep black eyes. "I have feasted on men, before, you know. The pandering men who have kept me here, silent, saying they would help me, and sampling my tissue, my blood, my flesh and bones. They were weak..like you..." he growled. His head snapped towards synapse. "You! You try to break my mind, I think...it is broken and reforged..." he said. "Enough! You are all of you, beneath me! Like dolls to a dog..." He threw Foreshadow right into Synapses face...

Looking at Synapses Defence, it seems the King will hit the two even if not flat footed, so a toughness roll for Synapse DC 23 King of Suits is Bruised and Dazed (or, more accurately, bruised x2, injured, dazed) Synapse is up

1d20+8=27 unbelievable good fortune!