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So this is space...the thin atmosphere here gives a +5 situational bonus to the effects of space. And positively, you still have gravity! No radiation problems either, the magnetosphere of the planet protects you. So CON check (at +5) or suffocation! The door is still open but can be manually closed. It takes a DC 5 Roll to get there without being blown out (DEX or STR whatever highest), or you can wait another round till all air has been blown out. CLosing it is a DC 10 Know Tech (untrained) roll, or just brute strength (DC 15 STR roll, can make a roll every round) Any other clever ideas, then feel free!
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GM The air sucked out of the Engine room quickly, explosively, as the emergency automated doors to the room slammed shut. All of a sudden it was very cold, and the feeling of decompression kicked in, causing pain. There was an atmosphere - of sorts, in this low orbit around a small gas giant. But it was thin, so very very thin, and with little oxygen. An atmosphere of nitrogen and helium. The alarms flashed. They probably sounded, too, but with an atmosphere this thin, the sound conducted very poorly, like a memory of an echo. Grunt was holding on without difficulty, his high gravity build possessed of exceptional strength. Blood was struggling, clinging on to a lever with both hands, her gun having tumbled out into the stratosphere of the planet. She was screaming, mouthing words that Roulette could barely hear.
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Bomb! This would be a damage 15 area effect, limited to 8 ranks for those with protection (and Ulysses would be completly unharmed!) It is of course easy to step around. It is DC 15 DIsable Device or Craft (Mechanical) to disarm. Modifications or other stuff, higher DC, depending on what or if you want to do with it.
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GM The Cave was deep, deeper than it should be, and well worn. It was more artificial than natural, carved from pick and shovel and, in all probability, dynamite. And there, in the centre of the entrance, covered in dust, Synapse could see the mine. A thing of springs and brass plates, of weights and counterweights and copper, and most importantly, bristling with explosives. It was well made, a work of craftsmanship. On closer examination, its genius became more apparent. It was carefully placed and carefully designed - not to cause tremors or a cave in, but to eject shrapnel all around it, enough to shred any soft flesh that stood on it, and probably any one standing next to the poor unfortunate who did so. Looking around, there were a few tell tale traces of blood. Perhaps one or two souls had fallen foul of the device already. Whilst Ulysses could, in all likelihood, walk over it without a scratch, it was unlikely Synapse would have been so unscathed.
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GM For the merest second, Nightingale caught some flash in Sister White, something angry, contemptuous, something almost mocking. Something that almost blurted out, but was slammed back inside the gates of her face. "We all here the word of God in different ways, do we not?" she said, smiling at Nightingale. "Alas, only God is perfect, we are not. I am sorry you hear...differently...to me...." she said politely. Then, the iron fist. "Perhaps the only ungodly thing is for one to claim that you hear better than others. Like you did" The cruelty in the velvet was harder than any Iron. Concealed in politeness, but cruel, nasty, and contemptuous. A look at Nightgale was far worse than the look at Revenant. Her eyes spoke, and spoke hard.
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"Thankyou, you have been very helpful, Sir..." said the Hound, stuffing his hands in his Mac and looking around. He started to plod away, before catching himself, and taking his hand out of his pocket. "Oh, just one thing, Mr. Jerry" he said, innocently. "What do you do here? I mean, I get its a stables and everything. I do love the horses, the races, you know...that kind of thing. I mean, the excitement, the adrenaline. I guess...is this a racing establishment or something? I would really love to see the horses, you know, up and close, that kind of thing. Being a city guy, I mean, I don't really get the chance, and seeing as I am here..."
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My only query here is the electrical aura / reaction? Damage 5 (reaction to melee attack) essentially costs the same as Damage 5 (Sustained Aura) i.e. 20 PP. The former is, on first glance, superior, as it wont fail if you are stunned / dazed, etc (like a sustained aura), on the other hand ,if its a reaction to a melee attack, does this mean melee attacks on you, or melee attacks you make, or both? If its the latter, it feels a bit like getting a continuous duration aura on the cheap? In other words, would this not be more simply done as Damage 7 (Extras: Sustained Aura [5 Ranks] [+3], Feats Mighty) 23 PP?
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GM Every missile was thrown at unbelievable speed. And yet, somehow, the Duke blurred as he moved. If anyone but Velocity had tried a stunt, the Dukes speed may have been enough to evade them. As it was, they landed in him, clanging against metal and burying into the flesh of his amalgamated cyborg body. "aaaargh!" he shouted in pain, as more sparks flew off him, and the whole room briefly lit up like a fire work display of electrical arcs. "I am sorry...for...your husband...I have no wish to kill...or hurt...." he grunted, unsteady, still jerking with blurred movements, uncoordinated. "Please, forgive me...it is just...my will to survive....so long...long years...to end them in the tragedy of pitiful slow dullness of mind and body...I cannot abide the horror of such a fate..."
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GM The Van crashed through the perimeter fence like it was tissue paper. A testament more to the feeble rusted incompetence of the fence rather than the power of the beat up vehicle. Whilst dust kicked up, to catch the first rays of dawn, there was no other response. Just a quietness and coolness from the Nile. The only thing that caught Foreshadow and Synapses attention was... "Children!" said Zaki, alerting Synapse, who had not needed alerting. Three scruffy children were laughing and playing by the riverside, throwing stones and splashing each other. Other than that, there was just concrete and the big corroded iron door in front of it.
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Ok its time for some Search rolls, as you are looking for traps! An explosive expert? with traps? surely not!
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pc Ruby Voxx (PL 10/11) - Darksider42
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pc Ruby Voxx (PL 10/11) - Darksider42
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Looks fun. I make Knockback -8 (-6 from impervious protection, -2 from non impervious) Features seems to count Navigation 2 twice. With only one navigation I count 10 features, not 11. An Extended, Analytical, Radar would cost 5 PP (1 for base sense, 2 for accurate, 1 for Analytical, 1 for Extended) As a radar it comes with acute ranged and radius by default. Your Supersense I presume (and you should probably clarify this on sheer) is 4 PP: Infravision, Radio, And Extended and Analytical applied to base vision only (not infravision). Nano Pistol should be annotated as a 17 PP array with Power Feat Accurate 3. On a positive note, as you have two weapons, you can buy this much more cheaply with our house custom rules on multiple weapons. In other words, you can have the the second device as an Alt Device (1 PP) of the first. However, the first device requires an extra PP expenditure - the "Multiple Weapon" Feat. Take a look at our house rules on this, some PCs have this. -
Ill just take 10 on Survival for a 20 result.
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"Me Rat, who you?" answred the Rat, before answering Coiled Lightnings question. "Yes Me come to help" smiled the Rat, jumping from foot to foot excitedly. She was only two species away from shouting "oook!" "Me come to help?" she asked Grimalkin. Yes, you have come to help, you waste of DNA... "What is DNA?" asked the Rat to the room, scratching her head again. "Anyway, me come to help. Me can lift heavy stuff, and shout at people to make scary if you want. Me good at making scary!" "Raaaaagh!" she roared, beating her chest and momentarily livid with rage. It was, as she said, quite good at making scary. "You tell me where me go and what me do, and me do it!" she said, proudly.
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GM The five men spent little time breaking in to the institute. They seemed to know the location of cameras, alarms, and locks, and had tools for every job. Either they were very good, very prepared, or very forewarned. Or maybe all three. Once inside the institute however, they seemed less sure of themselves. They had a list of apparent items. "Dimensional Lenser" "Quantum Paradox Inhibiter" "String Arc Defluxer" "Quark Reambulator" "What the hell are these things?" finished the last man. They had pictures, but nothing that seemed to match the physics department laboratory they rifled through. It was hardly easy, both the pictures and the laboratory were a mess of complicated wires and electronics that were a maze unless one properly knew ones way around high level theoretical physics.
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The Rat walked in, dragging knuckles. Her deep set eyes were slightly divergent. "Hello. Me is Rat. Me come to...come to...." She reached up and scratched her head, turning it slowly to Grimalkin, giving a toothy smile. "What me come to do?" she asked, shyly. If a six foot six ape woman with arms as thick as most peoples chests could look shy. Unbelievable! Your brain appears to be smaller than ever! Please do not forget to breathe, you useless lump of meat! You shut up, nasty headthing. Me not stoopid... I refute that. I have seen more brains in a victoria sponge cake. "Me not stoopid" said the Rat aloud, to nobody in the room.
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So starshot has Jack of All Trades and an INT of 12, no craft skills. As he has a VD Strike skill, is this enough to whittle down some sticks to sharp points? Not going for anything flash. If necessary ill burn at HP or something! If Craft skills Ill take 10 to build something basic like some stakes.
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Non lethal? Starshot doubted very much that the lords of the hunt were interested in such niceties. He had no wish to kill. But he wasn't going to hold back either. Not if it meant his life, or, if it came to that, the lives of the two youths. The surly one seemed set on that notion however, and he didn't want further conflict. Instead, he looked away, neither confirming or denying that notion. If he had to kill, and he hoped he did not, then he would. Such was the realities of life, war, and hunting. "If it comes to sharp points, I can whittle something down" he explained, as a blade extended from his cybernetic hand, only two inches, but enough to shave off some wood. "Some pointy sticks can't hurt"
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"Nice planet" It was a hunter's paradise, of course. Much as he deplored war, Starshot got a huge kick out of hunting. "Can't say I like examining the dead. I haven't got the stomach for it. But, prudence first. However grisly the picture, I think it is worth looking at them". He was hardly a forensic specialist, but he had seen plenty of scars and wounds from tooth and claw. Zaul's "improvements" had made him heal better, and he tended not to scar. But he had one or two blistering ones from the worst maulings. Nothing like the scar down the left side of his face from when Zaul had blown up his troops in the Swiss mountains. It itched with excitement, running down his chest too. The wounds predated Zauls work, and as such were his most prominent. Old now, faint, but present. He had come to make them a part of his identity. "So lead on, if you can" he asked Tal'a. "The question then is - do we escort your next crew, or try to find out what is exactly is down in the Jungle ourselves?"
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Hmmm, I suggest posting your grapple as an IC, even if it is brief? For the Huntsmans action he will try to break free, using opposed grapple: 1d20+12=28 so you may want to give me an opposed roll vs that!
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So EP, feel free to narrate Terrifica getting wind of this somehow, perhaps via Internet chatter or connections with the university, or simply working late. Heri, Miracle Girl is free to make an entrance however you like - I suspect via just chance luck or narrative fortune - but anything to get going!
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Starshot paid close attention to the presentation. "Fascinating" he said, without untruth. He was an amateur scientist, who liked growing exotic flowers and flora. Whilst his expertise in the matter was limited, he still enjoyed the field. What they had was a unique species, and a beautiful one too. "Quite a challenging plant. But...what is out there in the jungle that could attack a harvesting team? what happened?" he asked, curious. Kazzach looked like it spared no expense on the outpost, he would imagine they would treat employee safety as well. "And how do you know they were attacked, rather than just lost?"
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Feel free to narrate some enterance into arresting the men!