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Round 3 20 - Machete Max - Unharmed 17 - Nightscale - Unharmed - 6 HP 14 - Chimera - Unharmed - 4 HP 11 - Blowfish - Bruised 2 - Zombies [8] Almost completely unchanged due to a lot of whiff rolls! Machete Max is up and - SPLASH! (See IC for editted post) Meaning Nightscale is up, @Nerdzul
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21 for Baz (Init that is)
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Starshot "Something happening near you?" Starshot was reminded of the Amarix Mimic-spider, who lured its prey to the web with wails of distress. But what could he do? Damn Politics! How did this Kahn get the crown? Blood and guts, like every other tyrant? "On our way." He slung himself out of the ATV and to the bridge, speaking through the intercom as he did. "Doc, time's against us again. Our new friend has some movement at his location. Our Sarcota are on the move. Looks like we have to go to him. Just be on the alert, eh? I'll pilot, and you keep your eyes on the scanner. Not just for the Sarcota. I'd like to trust our Kahn, but i'd like to stay alive even more. If you see any weapons charging up, we best move...."
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So whilst he is keeping his multidimensional power active CCs effective lifting STR is 55? Will it be enough?
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Captain Cosmos "Yeah, I can try..." said Captain Cosmos. "Although the thing looks like it could eat me." "And what the hell is Brande Management?" he asked. "Managing Kraken?" It looked like a detailed explanation would have to wait, but this sounded... ...well, it sounded fishy. A woman on fire trying to calm down some fishermen? Was this some kind of Atlantean hunting party? If so, the whole thing smelled of "Diplomatic incident". But what could he do? Leave the leviathan to wreak havoc and gobble up some civilians? He winced, and once again plunged beneath the ocean. Again. The flashback came back stronger this time, and he found himself emptying his stomach underwater. That only made the shame and fear worse. The whole experience threatened to paralyse him. Shuddering, he tried - and only partially successfully - to pull himself together and study the beast from underwater. If he could find the right place to lift... then he would try!
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Seconded! Thanks Ari!
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Gamma Buzz "I am Gamma Buzz, baby! The amazing Cockroach kid! Kerpow! Kerpow!" said Baz, eagerly throwing a quick punch combination he had learned from Crimson TIger, but not very well. "Fortunately my amazing cockroach powers allow me to survive in the extremes of hot and cold," he explained, I fact he had learned from experience leaving in squalor. "But I still need to drink. So I reckon we need to get a grip on the water situation as a priority. Deserts dont have much water in, right? See! I knew I was almost paying attention in the geology class!"
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Gamma Buzz "Oh right, sorry La... I mean sorry, Timeout!" blurted Baltazar, annoyed at himself. He had panicked; afraid that the girl was going to explode and kill his friends. "She flared heat. Then cooled down. Maybe she wasn't a grenade, but you cant be too careful when it comes to grenades! Maybe it was that metabolism thing we learned about a school that I was totally alert and awake for the whole time, it was just that I might have been resting my eyes whilst I was totally paying atention to the lesson and not at all slighty asleep!" He shrugged. "At least we get to go down the sewers! I know sewers like back of my hand! Practically grew up in them. Wait! I did grow up in them!" He gave a smile, a salute, and jumped in.
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Gamma Buzz "Holy Mary, check out the babe over there, she is one hot..." At the last moment, Baz caught himself. His eyes flicked to Lawrence and his antannea glowed red. "I mean, that woman over there, that respectable, fine woman who will surely be a very good mother one day has a... has a.... she has a thermal signature that is entirely hot, as has all other human beings in this area. That is what I meant." "Wait, these are human beings aren't they? Not zombies or cyborgs? Or even better, cyborg zombies?" "After all this is 2007 and Halloween, and spooky things might happen!" he added, his antennae quivering. "And how are we going to get back to 2024? I mean, retro has its place, but its not cool. Not cool at all. I mean, people had to sing in these days. No auto tune! Can you imagine!"
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Starshot Starshot grunted. "I can do that," without relish. He had escorted many politicians, nobles and businessmen in his ship, and he could manage all but the most obnoxious ones, provided they kept within the rules of the ship. But this was a different kettle of fish. "You best know though - I am not known for my skill in words. Gruff, brusque, direct, all these have been said of me, and more. I can manage a guest on my ship, but this... man... is not a guest, and I am not a diplomat. So the sooner your can contact CoVic, the better. The Xeno has pretty good communication systems, shouldn't be too hard. Feel free to push them if you need to." He flipped the comms over to contact Kahn. "This is Starshot, captain of the Xeno. Please come aboard as our.. esteemed... guest." He turned to Echo. "And see if you can find out what the latest cuisine and drinks are on the Kahnate. Rustle him up a nice tea when he comes onboard..."
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Yippee!
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Haven Haven crossed his fingers and rested his head on the bridge, eyes clothes. There was fury, or what he thought was fury. A perfect copy of Milo's brain, of course, but it was not a brain. Fury had a different flavour, not the heat of adrenaline, but something icy, sharp, bitter. And determination, focus. Tyrants!!! >Then it must be destroyed. How? Maybe he should not trust M, not completely. But trust must be earned, and one had to trust a little to earn more trust. It always started with a leap of faith.
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Gamma Buzz Baltazar drummed his fingers together, surveying the bamboozling scene. "We seem a bit off target...?" His antennae pricked up, quivering with the felt vibrations of footsteps. "Although with all these costumes, even I can fit in..." Could he persuade the others to go for a night on the town? It was tempting... very tempting. He would probably get lots of compliments about his costume. Which would be cool, but also... painful. "Look, we realy shouldn't be here, right? Shall we just make our way back on foot? Seems like something is disturbing the quantum flux of space time, or... ah... something like that. I mean, disturbing the quantum flux of space time sounds cool, right? So it must be something like that?"
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Yippee!
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Gamma Buzz "Ugh.... I don't know...." said Baz, wobbling on his feet and then sitting down - hard - on his backside. HIs red eyes swam in opposite directions. "Something hit my head. Like a rock wrapped in velvet, pounding it." It felt like the most abominable intrusion into his very self. "Am I ok? You best tell me... I don't feel myself... did anything change?" He counted his fingers. Still there. He palpated his antannae. Still there. "I'm still me. I think. But would I know if I wasn't?" He gave a frantic glance to his team mates. "You best keep an eye on me. I really don't know what happened...."
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Starshot Kinarr Kahn? The Stellar Kahnate. Starshot kept out of Galactic politics. Above his pay grade. Sure, he mixed with the rich and powerful who wanted a luxury yacht to take them on a safari. But he kept his nose out of their business; and requested the same out of them. No good some businessman suddenly thinking he could take down a Jezrik Tiger with a spoon and a plucky attitude. He reached over to the ATV intercom and spoke directly to the Doc. "Friend of yours, Doc?" he asked. "Gotta say I don't like this turn of events. Adding too much instability into an already unstable kettle. But its your call. I keep my nose out of galactic politics. Too much skullduggery. I prefer the simplicity of a fang or a claw." He drummed his fingers against the ATV wheel. This wasn't good, he was sure of it.
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Gamma Buzz "Hey! You saying I can't swim? I had in under total control. And even if it wasn't absolutely 100% totally completely undercontrol... and obviously it was... but even if it wasn't and I was a little bit drowning, I can hold my breath for a long time! A minute, probably! Maybe more!" He coughed out some water from his insect lungs. Not all of it came from his mouth. "But anyway, thanks. Obviously it was just a test to see if Mizuki had taught you basic lifesaving skills. And well done, you passed! I will... ah..." His antennae trembled. "...obviously have to make sure your skills are maintained. And maybe I will do that by jumping into a water again and... pretending... to drown. Just to make sure you keep your skills fresh, right?" He gave a smile.
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Gamma Buzz Baltazar cracked his armoured plated knuckles. "Sure. That's what we are here for, right? Superheroic superheroism! Lets go! Gamma Buzz, baby!" He hadn't been in a spacetime portal before, but it sounded cool. As long as he didn't end up in space. Wait... maybe I can survive in space? It didn't sound like something he should put to the test. Even for Gamma Buzz. He had no costume to get into, but he took off his white t shirt just to blend in with the ritual. His armoured plated chest proudly on display, his converse trainers still on his gamma feet, his tattered jeans still on his tattered legs, his red eyes glinting. He did feel pretty superheroic right now.
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GM "Dat be mah bestest Machete, man!" complained Machete Max, bringing his hands to his cheeks, his jaw wide open in horror. "Yah be 'avin no respect!" He shook himself free of his lamentations and pointed at Chimera. "Boyz! Yah be feastin on da brains nah! Eatem! Gogettem!" The Remaining (i.e. not burn to ash or having their heads caved in) zombies swarmed over Blowfish, Chimera and Nightscale. They were shuffling zombies - as fast as your regular man, or maybe even a shade faster. But they barely had any brains of their own, and their swings were clumsy, miscalculated, unwise. But numbers counted for much, and one of the zombies managed to get its theeth into Chimera's foreram! At this distance, Chimera could see that the zombies were relatively fresh. And more than that - these were the reanimated bodies of Machete Max's Yardie gang. And of Blowfishes Mafia posse, too! And speaking of Machete Max... SPLASH! The Sound of Machete Max diving into the ocean and swimming downwards!
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Righty-ho Sorry for delay! Blowfish is dazed So the 8 remaining zombies are up and are going to swarm 3xChimera 3xNightscale 2xBlowfish Largely missing Although we do have a DC 17 Toughness Save for Chimera, @Spacefurry
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Haven Haven furrowed his artificial brow, squinting at the words, deep in both concentration and contemplation. >There are no villains. Only villanious actions, and those that act them. He was splitting hairs, but perhaps semantics were important. >I seek liars, to expose their truths. I seek the cruel, for they are dangerous. I seek tyrants, for they impose their will on others. >Ultio 2.0 >...is it a lie? Is it dangerous? Is it the instrument of tyrants? >Or is it all of this? >What would you say? And what would you have me do? Ultion 2.0 sounds like a firecracker in the fire. Power in the hands of the wealthy, the vain. No doubt their were nuances. No doubt they could spend all day debating philosophy. And there was a place for this, but Philosophy without action was just as bad as action without philosophy.
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GM "Green?" croaked the head. "I can't see anything at all. Blind! Oh, Lamentations! Blind! Where am I?" Her eye's blinked several times, but the eyes were dead, and the rot inside them did not move. No tears did she weep. "I am in that cave! Tezmolican! The port of pirates and sorcerers, where Annabelle Flint plied her trade and got drunk. Pffft! Europeans! Filth!" She paused. "Wait.. you are European... English? What are you doing here? Aaaaagh! Conquistador! Slaver!" Her face contorted in fury and fear. "What sorcery have you put upon me? Why can't I see? Why can't I move?"
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Nothing from Starshot - he keeps out of politics
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Gamma Buzz For once, Baltazar kept silent. Just nodding. Lawrence - was a complicated boy, he knew this. They had talked plenty, and Baltazar had picked up on the nuanced complexities of Lawrence's background. Baltazar had never pried; out of respect, out of freindship, and because as far as he was concerned, a man had to look forward, not backwards. Backwards lay regrets. And resentment. "I got your back, Lawrence," he said, fearlessly. If he was going to die, he would do in a blaze of radioactive fury. But there was more; Lawrence sounded different, sombre, steely. What was going on?
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Gamma Buzz Baz sat on the floor, chin on armoured hands, never taking his red eyes off the enemy. If they were the enemy. He didn't like them. He didn't trust them. But, he had to concede, they weren't actually attacking him with blazing chainsaws or psionic machine guns. Or whatever strange powers they had. And their story was at least plausible. He glanced at Lawrence. Lawrence usually understood these things. This sounded like reality warping, time distorting stuff. And magic. And science. He sighed. How much easier if there was just a psychotic clown hurling disintegration pies at them. Unless, of course, he got a disintegration pie in his face. He had read that Cockroaches could survive for an hour without their head, but he didn't want to experiment with that. He couldn't quite keep the acid of suspicion out of his words when he spoke. "So what's you mastermind plan, then? Sounds like you have something cooked up...."