Supercape

Tag this folks! Unless you want to do anything else, I suggest I cut to the two identified locations: The Sterling Gentlemans Club (for Carrie) and the Snooty Fox Pub (for Cannonade) For reference, disguise rolls, taking 20, and with Madam Redpowder's abilities and teamwork 3 giving you a +5 aide other bonus from herself, and +2 bonus for the resources and disguises she has (masterwork) for a total of +7. I make that 20+7+3 =30 for Cannonade and 20+7+0 for Carrie Of course you may have some idea to boost that with extra effort or a stunt or something else you consider would be worth a +2 bonus. Could you confirm!

GM "Hot issues? Well, I don't think the Luddites need much encouragement to get hot. Any discussion on factory conditions or unemployment will do. You could throw in the Clapham Power Station if you wish, its just being upgraded courtesy of the Institute for Metaphysical Engineering and of course the Luddites are up in arms about how the extra power will create more factories and less jobs. If you want to get on their good side, just spit at that and poetically muse on the virtues of crawling around in the dirt eating earthworms and taking an annual bath in cold water without soap" said M, words caustic. As Redpowder dolled up Carrie in a respectable ankle length skirt, a maid's outfit, and a splendid one at that, he continued. "The Cannonites have been successful, to a degree. Not that the Government needed much pushing, to be honest. Everyone knew working conditions were far from ideal, and it just needed some impetus to make conditions better. Wealth is more fluid now, although Class remains ingrained. There is coninual pressure to get the colonies like India more of a vote and power, although it is a headache in terms of power and politics.,,," "And now you two both look ready!" he clapped his hands in encouragement. "Madam Redpowder, you have excelled yourself as always! all that remains is the mission!"

A high Reflex save, but no evasion. 1d20+12=25 for half effect 1d20+12=24 for no effect! Round 2: 19 Super Spetznas - Unharmed 14 Hronos - Injured - 0HP The Super Spetz is now 100 feet away. Easy picking for his Sniper Rifle. Another Shifted Attack 1d20+13=20 which is another hit and another DC 22 TOughness Save He is taking up partial cover behind the Defunct buggy. Hronos is up again!

GM Boris did not hesitate. His reactions were incredibly fast. With one hand, he fired his rifle with a loud crack, straight into Hronos. "You be suiting the self, then!" he answered, Revving up the tracked baggy and speeding off in a circle around the Robot, towards the Cave where the fragment was. The rifle was a high powered sniper rifle, a dangerous weapon in any hands, but particularly so in the Russian's. He clearly knew his way around weapons, and was a crack shot. "Do not be the following! I will be completing of mission, and will be shooting at the stop makers!" he shouted back as the Buggy sped off, tearing up snow into Hronos face as the tracks whipped across the snow fields of the Antarctic.

Round 1: 19 Super Spetznas - Unharmed 14 Hronos - Unharmed - 0HP So the Septznas will fire off a round from his Rifle as a standard action: Shifting this +2 DC, -2 Attack 1d20+13=30 will hit, and its a DC 22 Tough Save. For his move action he will set off in the Buggy, driving around Hronos. In this weather it will travel as if Speed 2 (i.e. 25mph). Including having to take a detour, that will put him at about 100' away.

GM Luiza pulled the mask away, a look of rejection and anger on her face. "Then if you are not one of us, you are against us!" she said, glaring at velocity. "I know you are powerful. I cannot fight you in body. But the streets will be won with hearts and minds, even if you arrest me, beat me, or...yes, even kill me. You cannot stop what is in motion here, sister!" she said in a sing song voice. "The force that guides us is too strong, even for you, with all your speed, all your strength. You cannot be everywhere at once. You cannot hope to defeat the power that spreads, even now, like a plague, amongst the sisters of this fair city. Tonight is Carnival night, and with the setting sun, the night shall be ours!" she said. "Do what you will. You cannot win. The police, the courts, the army, La Rosa, they will are all being taken over by us. Every node of influence and power is being swept up by the sisters...." "But I will not speak more! Do what you will!" she said defiantly, crossing her arms and looking at the crowd, who seemed to be under her spell and were spitting hisses and boo's at Velocity.

1d20+15=19 If you could post Hronos responding or starting to act, and Boris will cut in!

GM Boris paused, and frowned. The Rifle didn't waver an inch. "You are speaking of the rubbish" he said, slowly. "My mission is clear. The artifact is for Russia. No interference, no stealing. The Captain may be willing to compromise, but I have been trained to obey orders..." "My mission is clear" he repeated to himself with steel in his voice. "Now, you are getting in my way, or you are getting out of the my way?" he asked, baring his teeth and hissing out a steamy breath. He revved up the Buggy to indicate his intention. "Do not stop me!" he commanded as he edged forward.

Welcome! Popping into chat is a good idea to throw ideas around.

GM Cord, despie himself, gave a chuckle. "You know, I'm pretty sure they do. Real trains that go on rail tracks and everything. It's just that UNISON hired this here plane, and this here pilot. And air travel is a heck of a lot faster, except perhaps in Tokyo. But Japan is for another day, kid" he smiled. He gave another look at his watch. "Every hour is another hour the trail goes cold. I heard you can track nearly anything, but the clock is ticking here. And it's time to get on board. Such are the perils and trials of an agent of UNISON, my friend. Which, incidentally, you are for the duration of our little excursion!" he added, with encouragement. "He'll, if I knew you were going to chicken out, I could have brought some sleeping gas or something!"

Could I have a Sense Motive Roll from Velocity please!

The Hound scratched his unshaven jaw, wishing he had remembered to drag a blunt razor over it, as was his habit once or twice a week. He had an urge for caffeine and nicotine, but could sate neither. "What a crock" he muttered, more audibly this time. "Look, I don't like standing up in court. Heck, I don't like standing up, full stop. Ducking is more my style. It helps avoid bullets. Or streaming bolts of plasma, or lightning bolts. Whatever supervillians like throwing about in Freedom City. As if bullets weren't bad enough..." he shuddered. He had been shot once or twice, and didn't much like the experience. "So I gotta gets up there and show my ugly mug for the world, as a P.I, whilst Mr. Evil gets to hide behind a mask. That's just real special, that is!" he complained. "Don't worry, I gots yer back!" chuckled the Mess at his partners distress. "We gets to put away the bad guy, end of story!" he concluded, slamming one bludgeon fist into a spade like palm of his other hand.

Rene looked at the faces of the two soldiers. It appeared his bumbling speech was only effective in comedic terms, rather than its desired effect in bluff and intimidation. "Oh to hell with it!" he said, stamping his foot. Arcane power did not flow naturally at this juncture, but it flowed well enough. He visualised the world as a dream, and painted his thoughts on to it, as if contructing a masterpiece in the air. A whistful white lance of light flowed through the air into the nearest soldier. He even paused to admire its texture and brilliance as it flashed light into the air around them. "I did warn you!" he said, grumpily, as he strode backwards, putting some space between him and the soldiers.

Well as Rene doesn't want to get Iron Age on their ass, he will dazzle one of them! Ill Shift -2 Attack, +2 DC. If they are minions I will take 10 for a 16 Result (? hit) if not: 1d20+6=16 well how about that...16 anyhow. Thats a DC 18 Reflex or blinded. For his move action he will move!

GM "Indeed we can!" replied M full of self worth. "The Royal Society for Metaphysical Engineering has proven most helpful to the Ministry of Extraordinary Affairs" he explained, handing them both a small copper trumpet with a wind up handle, and elegant spring. "We call this an Tele-etheric verbaliser" he explained. "Wind up here, speak here, and insert this in your auditory orifice" he explained, pointing to the various ends of the device. "They are attuned to each other, so you can easily communicate. What splendid contraptions, eh?" he smiled. "You may wish to try the Gentleman's club The Sterling. A lot of politicians hang around there. Often pickling their brains in the finest port. I can get you in, although women are of course not permitted as guests. A waitress or so forth could easily be arranged. I am sure Madam Redpowder has something in your size and with suitable cut!"

GM "Several people. So far" explained M. "But my suspicion is that it is only a matter of time. Some of these individuals have things that could be exposed. I know of their indiscretions but am disinclined to expose them. My job really" he explained. "Some, and regrettably few, are as clean as the proverbial whistle. Outstanding gentlemen. Now, what concerns me most I suppose is if one of these fellows ended up in this mess. I suppose the most obvious target would be Sir Earnest Pennyworth. Thoroughly decent fellow, campaigns tirelessly for the colonies. Well liked. Loved even. Tipped to be the next PM. Went to Eton with him. Terrific batsman" he said, his face beaming at the recollection. "Why he made two centuries against Durham in the under 18's, you know. Fellow like that, can't be bad!" he said, grinning.

"That's not good..." muttered Pitch. "Howitzer's or Hellhounds. Its the same principle. We got incoming!" she said to her team. "Nikki, whatever you are up to, I think you better get your ass in gear, before we get chomped up, spat out, and barbequed. Possibly at the same time..." she shouted to her as emphatically as possible. "This church ain't going to be standing for long...." She backed off a few steps, pulled back her hand and envisaged the endless chains, steel and fire of the Infernal Forge, a mindless dimension of molten metal and smoke that never stopped angrily spinning, melting, and forging. It was, she realised, the arcane equivalent of cocking a shotgun. She half wished she had one of those too... "Take cover..." she said, crouching down.

Rene frowned and pushed his spectacles further onto his face as Agnus approached. "Who might you be, my de..." he started, before spluttering into his coffee. "Why! That face! It may have been over a century ago, but it is branded to my eyes! If I am not mistaken, you appeared to me with words from...wait.,,," He paused a moment, contemplating the conundrum. "Me!" he concluded, stabbing his chest with his finger. "But what a mystery! what a cold shiver runs down my spine. Delicious and fearful at once. Gallia has vexed me for years beyond mortal counting, like a sore that never heals. I remember the days of my youth, being twisted, turned and manipulated by her. I could ill afford any trust, although trust I gave, to a vision of myself from the future. Why, with my waxing years, that message must be delivered soon, no?" he asked Agnus. "Or...well, the complexities of time are beyond me. I understand these kwon-tom physicists can explain it all with a few sums and so on..." he rambled, dismissively. "I never quite understand why such marvels need to be distilled down to numbers. It so saps the wonder of it, no?" he said airily. He was almost rambling from shock. "But perhaps you could loosen the knot of mystery here, my dear....could you illuminate?"

GM "I'm leaving all right!" retorted Detective Chance, with hints of fear and regret in her voice. "I didn't bargain for that!" she said, pointing her gun at Gauntlet. "As for what I know, it's more than I should..." she said, heading off down the tunnel. "And less than I need...." Gauntlet resounded to the boxing Revenant gave him. Hollow booms echoed almost painfully around the cave as if he was a still drum. But for all her inhuman strength, Gauntlet was made of sterner stuff. Revenant could bend steel, but Gauntlet was more than mere steel now, as the flare of burning light behind the helmet testified. His eyes glowed no more, no less. "Your strength is great...." he groaned, like rusting metal grinding slowly. "But mine is greater. The beast rune is power that cannot be chained..." "but is chained in me, nonetheless!"

Hi Defence is +7 (+4 Flat Footed) due to size. So that sure hits! His toughness, however is more weighty... .... ...tumbleweed.... *ahem* Anyway 1d20+17=32 A walking lump of magically animated steel! Detective Chance is merely going to run with the empowering Native American Artifact - although somewhat slowly due to the conditions. Meaning Arcturus is up!

"Shine...Diamond...yes I see what you did there...." Lord Steam gave a curl of his mouth which was hard as his eyes. "Yes, she is a fascinating creature is she not! It has been a while since I was vexed so, I confess. And I relish the feeling..." He dusted himself off, a few shards of broken cane and a coiled spring had lodged themselves on his waistcoat. "Well, I have no doubt that I shall cross swords with her again. In fact, I insist on it!" he demanded to the ether. "As for me...us...I suggest we take that suggestion of departing without delay. I do so hate the tedious banality of police questioning. No panache. It bores my silk socks off!" he said, ushering Blod and El Heraldo out and following suit...

Agreed. Nice nemesis, thanjyou TIff!

GM "Of course Sister!" said the flamboyant Luiza, in a half yell! "You know the horrible history the world! Slavery, oppression, the poor ever crushed! And we sisters, we women, always bear the brunt of it! Every country, every religion, every empire, every king, always, always, women are second class!" she hissed. "And Brazil, for all its splendour, is no exception! But today, enough! enough! Join us in emancipation! Join us in Anarchy! No more chains! No more chains! Every leader, every government, every monarch, all they want is to serve themselves! But today...revolution!" she said, smiting the sky. The crowd seemed energised. Here and there, Velocity spied some masked women who seemed to be stooges, uplifting the crowd. "Join us! Today will bring the downfall of La Rosa, the Police, the Courts, we have brought them to us! Join us!" she said, offering Velocity a carefully wrought silver mask with antlers.

GM "I am sorry to say that is my business" he said, apologetically. He was irritated at both the question and his secrecy. "Suffice to say, it is very important business indeed. Without the Rat in my hands, and without my fingers around its scrawny throat, I am in big trouble. Such is the nature of its kind, I guess. Troublemakers. And I would have thought you would do well to dispose of the vermin too, before it comes crawling into your life and making misery. I doubt it's memory will fail when it comes to the blistering failure you inflicted on it" he said sternly. "And yes, I will owe you. Big time. More than you could know. If you get me the rat, then I will be in your debt. I confess I do not know which side of the fence you sit on these days, or if you merely dance along it. But you do know that I have plenty of information that could help you wherever you look. As long as you are discrete, and as long as it does not expose me to the vengeance of rather powerful, and distasteful, people - I could bend my normal rules on confidentiality for you. For as long as you wish. I would like to offer more, but kindly and generous as I am, and morals such as I do have, all are subjugated to my need to protect my own skin" "Understand that is quite an offer. I wouldn't be making it to anybody else. I wouldn't be making it for anything else, either..."

GM "I hope you like flying" said Agent Cord, offering Jay his hand. "My name is Agent Cord, from UNISON" he said, giving a modest smile and a firm handshake. "I understand you are Blue Jay. I have a UNISON dossier on you. And, in case you are wondering, I have read it..." he said, making sure nobody was in earshot. It was a safe presumption. The airport runway was noisy and there was nobody about. Cord gestured to the plane they were using. It was small twin prop plane. It looked in good shape, but it was not a luxury flight by any means". "Just us and the pilot. And a generous amount of leg room. Best get started, its a four hour flight in this baby. And we don't have any in flight entertainment or air stewardesses with salmon sandwiches" he smiled. Cord was a professional type of guy, not used to, or needing, luxurious transportation. Without further ado, he mounted the plane and beckoned Tona in, as the engines started firing up with a satisfying grumble.