Supercape

Just to be sure; the last IC post was doing just that

incidentally did Pitch not bruise and daze the golem?

GM "Its range? Practically unlimited, although I did not test it. Essentially, it is a telepathic effect. Quite an achievement, if I say so myself. As you say, like a radio receiver" "An EMP would surely blind it, maybe even hurt it. You could certainly try that, although such pulses may cause considerable collateral damage, or at least the conventional ones do. EMP directed weapons are of course feasible, but this is not my field" he said, cutting his own musings short with a wave of his hand. "Despite my own meagre intelligence" he gave a pointed look at Terrifica "I am no tactical expert, no spy, no detective. I am very good at what I do, but I fear my failing body will be of little use in the field, so to speak. I can keep in Radio contact, if you wish, and if you have your own communication, but I will be of little use otherwise. My lady friend here is the expert in finding things and finding things out. And she is at my disposal" He twisted his mouth in admiration and annoyance at Ms. D. "She is also very good at what she does, but she doesn't come cheap..."

it is indeed, meaning stronghold is up (again)

"No...nothing medical..." said the Rat, annoyed at SLAVE and thankfully taking Cinammon Bunns' arm. "My eyes...they were replaced decades ago. Advanced cybernetics. Usually handy, for things like seeing through walls or...err...clothing...for concealed weapons, naturally..." she explained. "Unfortunately when I blurt out superior soviet secrets..." she emphasised, hoping to placate SLAVE..."they have an unruly habit of shutting down" she explained. "I got kind of used to being blind when I lost my natural set" she said, more brightly, steadying herself. "I can manage...but hopefully they will kick into action again" Kick back into action, I'll keep my mouth closed! she screamed in her head.

"The Roseus corperation? What is this, some kind of demon lawyer outfit?" she asked. Roseus...Nikki called herself Rosa...fits? "I'm the last person you want running a company. And I don't think Axel will be much better, sorry my friend..." she added to the biker mechanic. "I'll spend it all on booze and...well...on other stuff...." she confessed, thinking of the wildest parties should could imagine. "Not that I don't like the green paper. Its just, well, it tends to slip through my fingers. And besides, running a company would give me a headache!" She looked at Rachel, imploringly, Perhaps Ironhorse could hold the fort for Nikki.

Grue, eh? She may have missed most of the twentieth century, but the Rat had heard of the Grue. And the Grue had not come out well in the publicity machine. Least of all in the Superior Soviet Publicity Machine. The Brain Rat stroked her chin, contemplating the situation. "A highly advanced Artificial Intelligence, you say? That sounds interesting, and perilous. Especially as it would appear to be..." She paused dramatically. "Grue! she finished, pointing her finger at Ms Grue. "Yes, you can't fool me and my superior brain!" she said triumphantly, trining her finger to her swollen cranium. "Admit it! You are Grue, no doubt with some master plan to enslave the human race!"

A sinking feeling hit Rene's gut. This had the all too familiar narrative of woman scapegoated as a local witch. But then, there were witches too. And worse. Gallia, for instance. "A sorry tale. And too common for my palate. Bloody times bleeds bloody men. Fearful times breed fear. Such is the cost of liberty, and it was high" he replied, lost in thought. "Then this town is one I should see with mine own eyes. You have done me the disservice of wrecking my carriage. I am sure my friend Father Henri is for forgiving, but I shall be forgiven I am sure for being less inclined so. How do you care to recompense me? Carry me piggy back? Or shall your rear end receive my boot?" he asked, forcefully.

Carmen had one foot in the city, one foot in the desert heat of Mexico and the South. She liked both. She like an edge. Would Tokyo have one? It looked like gleaming metal, chrome, and glass. It looked like order and control, grown wild and magnificent. "The finest hotel sounds good. I'll try not to throw the television out of the window" she half joked. Been there, done that. Perhaps not done again. "I hope it has a good bar" she added. At least Tokyo had no upturned nose at alcohol. "Lead on!"

GM "Potentially, both" explained Dr Ring, a slight smile as he noticed Terrifica's affect. "Its flexibility is, unfortunately, it downfall. It could absorb personality, memories, skills...even, possibly, telepathic abilities. It's positronic brain functions in more than four dimensions, giving it almost unlimited storage space, and the networks..." he looked proud for a moment. "But it is, essentially, a blank slate. It can do anything, and it can do nothing, and anything in between" he explained. The asian woman, Ms D, stepped in. "I was hired to help. Information is my speciality. There have been sightings..." she explained, flipping the projector onto blurred images around Freedom City. It seemed to have wandered throughout those streets, but there were several of it going in and out of Freedom City Library. The robot itself looked human, at least from a distance, but not human enough. It was wearing an upturned mac, sunglasses, and a wide brimmed hat too conceal its appearance.

Rene [maxed] 1 + 2 = 3 Posts [1 Post] [2 Posts] Lord Steam 1 Post [1 Post] Bloody Mess 9 posts [2 Posts] [4 Posts] [3 posts] Pitch [maxed] 9 posts [2 Posts] [2 Posts] [1 Post] [3 Posts] [1 Post] Red Rat 11 posts [5 Posts] [1 Post] [1 Post] [4 Posts] Starshot 19 posts [5 Posts] [6 Posts] [8 Posts] GM 87 Posts [7 Posts] [10 Posts] [4 Posts] [1 Post] [8 posts] [15 Posts] [10 Posts] [1 Post] [2 Posts] [3 Posts] [4 Posts] [13 Posts] [2 Posts] [3 Posts] [3 Posts] Misc Ref Point to the Red Rat Rollover and GM points to push Steam up to 25 Posts/3 PP, Starshot to 50 posts/4 PP, And then push up the Red Rat as far as possible. Anything else (if there is), to go to Bloody Mess (unless it would benefit Starshot or Steam in that order). If above counts are correct: Rene and Pitch Posts to go to Lord Steam (Total 1 + 3 + 9 = 13 Posts) GM Posts x 2 = 174 Bonus Points, assigned: 12 to Lord Steam (=25 Posts = 3 PP) 89 to Red Rat (=100 Posts = 5 PP + Ref = 6 PP) 31 to Starshot (= 50 Poists = 4 PP) Leaving 41 Bonus PP, so sling another 25 to Lord Steam (making 4 PP), and the rest can go to cover any errors I made in the counts or Bloody Mess!

Priority Alert! Confidential Information Must Not Be Released! "I don't know" said the Rat, hand open. "As far as I can tell, this was a top secret Soviet base. Nobody outside the USSR knows of it, and from the sounds of things, even modern Russia has lost the records. But its a web of secrets, and secrets within secrets. And secrets within secrets within...well, you get the picture?" she asked. "Seems like a lot of things were going on here. Spying, hacking, storing weapons grade radioactive materials, cloning, microbiology..." Priority Alert Breach! Commencing Deactivation! "Pardon me..." said the Rat as her vision faded to black. SLAVE had cut off her cyber-eyes in protest. No doubt it would reactivate them when she stopped spilling state secrets. Unfortunately, whilst the world had moved on from the Cold War, SLAVE had not. "...I have gone blind..." she said, fumbling her hands in front of her.

Which means argonaut is up! (But bound!)

GM "Who knows? V3 as gained sentience. From me, most probably, from others, quite possibly. It could have absorbed the whole city, even you!" he answered, without any certainty. "One moment I was working on its brain, the next, it had fled. Perhaps frightened by its new sentience. Perhaps not. What I can propose is that its prime directive is to absorb the thoughts of others. In itself, the positronic brain has only a basic intelligence, but it could absorb more and more, until..." he shrugged. "An uncontrolled and dangerous thing, no doubt. It is also potentially very useful. If it can be saved...either due to sympathy for an infant sentience, or for its utility for humankind, then it should" he explained.

"Look out! That thing's sharp! Run away! Run away!" gabbled Starshots helmet as the sword swung. "Yes, yes, no, nein!" replied Starshot to the statements and commands his cowardly helm had blurted. He was not best pleased with his hands stupid comment. His AI companions were more "A" than "I". "Do you think we would let twenty million credits walk down the streets unprotected?" he asked the pirate. "The reward may be great, but think of the risk you take..." he suggested, before whipping his hand around to smash into the man's face.

Starshot will respond: A move action intimidate on the elite pirate: Starshot Intimidate: 1d20+4 7 which I fancy is unlikely to work. Then a straight metal fist to the face, hopefully (Strike 1, descriptor "Metal fist to the face") Starshot Punch with hand: 1d20+10 17 Also not a great roll.

Also, using Fire Control power (Rank 11) to quench the fires. As I guess there is no immediate rush, just doing that again and again until fire under control (let meknow if you need an opposed roll!)

Pitch straightened up, leaning on her cane, her body ablaze. The heat and smoke bothered her not at all. She stood in the middle of the fire and breathed in the fumes as if she was bathing in them. The sight of Wayward bursting in distracted her. A rock star and a heroine, wrapped up in one neat package. "Welcome to hell, honey" she said, bowing and grinning, a furious flame behind her teeth. "I'm just going to try and dampen this little candleflame down..." she explained, focussing her attention on the fires. It was a little more tricky to quench flame than to move it. Her power was fuelled by anger, something she had no shortage of, but when it came to the diminishing of fire, that took a more subtle and complex balance of emotions.

Taking 10 on Pitch's Konwledge (Pop Culture) to dig Wayward.

Starshot Initiative: 1d20+5 14

So of course Grunt and Roulette could just burn their way in. You may have other options or ideas. To break in requires a DC 20 Disable Device roll - although you may not have the tools to that, and I am giving a -2 penalty for hanging off the edge of a station being buffeted by winds! (As always, open to ideas or suggestions) NB: I will presume Roulette has disable device tools on his belt or something?

GM The floating station was magnificent, its clean shiny surfaces and ultra high tech architecture only improved by the magnificent clouds and gases of the planet it floated over. The particular gas clouds, and the ionic storms would make it almost undetectable to vision or sensors. Grunt arrived first, his amorued space suit propelling him to the main airlock with jet boots. Roulette was not far behind, propelling himself in a controlled sky dive. Grunt caught his arm as he made a landing. "Got ya" he grunted. "Airlocks sealed. Comm is down. I guess Photonic got in here first. Don't know how...there doesn't seem to be any damage to the station...gotta get in..." he said, firing up his wrist mounted lasers.

GM Agent hand could barely contain his laughter. Of all the crazy strokes of fortune... "I am quite fine" he replied. "Thanks to your presence. I doubt I could have *snort* apprehended such a dangerous criminal without your help. You have my *snort* thanks" he smiled back, his shoulders shaking slightly to contain laughter. "That ring of yours certainly seems very useful" he said, snapping his fingers. Stronghold felt a little fuzzy warmth on the finger, for some unknown reason, a little spark of power in it, enough to make her hand pull away.

Outrageous, and worthy of an HP for both. Round 2 15 - Handyman - Unharmed 14 - Argonaut - Unharmed - 2 HP - Snared 10 - Stronghold - Unharmed - 3 HP Handyman is going to do his thing. Reflex Save for Stronghold to prevent the power ring being teleported into Handyman's hand!

Mess toughness vs thugs: 2#1d20+10 26 12 a bad roll means, I think, dazed and bruised.