Supercape

Starshot "Step on board, Doc. We got all the toys..." Inside the Xeno, the repair bots were waiting. Alpha was holding a tray, complete with glass of Charix Champagne for Doc. "Service bots," explained Starshot. "And do a fair job with acting as ships steward, too. Let em know if you need anything. Although they cant cook.." "Doc here is a guest on my ship," he said adressing the five floating orbs. "Activate guest protocol." Beep beep, beepity-beep beep. The bots went, before adding "Guest protocol activated. Welcome, Doc. We hope you have a pleasant stay. We are here to make your journey as comfortable as possible. Just let us know if we can help!" Starshot nodded. "They can keep the ship running. Serve you champagne and ships rations. And even patch you up in the infirmary if you spill some blood. I got a few scars to show from it."

Golden Dead And so... Even a giant makeshift container filled with raging gold was easy to carry either of the two heroes. Together, they made very light work of it, able to carry it up deck. Seawater had flooded perhas three feet of the lower deck, but the Ship was still afloat - and by any mathematical calculation, would be so for hours, barring any further puncture wounds. One would certainly not want to risk matters by having a grenade go off. Boom! Outside, a grenade went off. A horde of zombies were flooding the dock, lead by Machete Max, who had clearly been hard at work. The Gangster has grinning, machete in hand, whilst two dozen decaying corspes were trying to overwhelm Blowfish and the Merc. Blowfish was out of ammo, his Tommy Gun discarded, and had picked up a crowbar to try and defend himself. The Merc was lobbing grenades at the rest, trying to thin the pack. But it was clear that they would both be overwhelmed, and soon!

Cool! So by my calculations Chimera has an effective STR of 29 NightScale has an effective STR of 28 (whilst maintaining emotion control on the gold) The Gold and the bowl is about 900Lbs So close enough we can call that a medium load for one of you and light load for both of you

GM And so... ...at the hidden cove... It was an hours drive buy chugging motorcycle, and five of the chuggers chugged there. Teleportation and flight were available for superheroes, of course. Fat Fatboy, the leader of the Chuggers, was packing - just like the other four bikers. Knives, Glocks, and Shotguns. And Fat Fatboy had brought a chainsaw. He was clearly not fond of zombies. And, as he explained, Tezville had plenty of legends. Aztec human sacrifices brought to life, for starters. The sun dipped slightly, but the heat remained. If anything, it was worse - the humidity was overpowering. It made no sense. The cove was built onto rock by the ocean - and yet somehow, the swamp had engorged this area. Turgid swampwater drained into the ocean. "I don't see how this is geologically possible..." said Professor Armitage, stroking his elegant beard. Fat Fatbody pointed to a rather neatly concealed Cove, two hundred feet away, covered in twisted trees and swamp flora. "There it is, suckers. Dropped off there. Pirates. Smugglers. Maybe worse." The rest of the way could not be reached by bike. One would have to wade, knee deep (or worse), through swamp...

Nice work @Nerdzul! So I guess you could roll a Craft (Structural) to make some funky container for the pacified gold, but even DC 0 would provide a basic bowl! Im open to suggestion here, but since gold is quite heavy and there is also an iron container to hold it - what, 400 Kgs? (4 Gold men plus the container?) (For the purposes of carrying and throwing and all that) Who is carrying? And what funky power array / lifting STR? (Higher Craft might cut down the weight a bit I guess)

Starshot Starshot gave a subtle nod of approval. He was a hunter, but there were parameters. Animal intelligence, tooth and claw. It would not do to be killing Sarcota until they knew exactly what they were, and R'arth had the same philosophy-it seemed. "Solar anomalies? Sounds like a job for a scientist..." he said, patting Doc A on the shoulder. Over the years, Starshot had developed a basic understanding of biological sciences and medicine, but astrophysics was not even basic. Stars were hot balls of fusion energy best avoided. That was about as far as it went. "Let me know when you want the tour, Doc," he said. "Best you know you way around the ship. I like danger, but I also liked to be prepared. And besides," he said with a stony face marred by the slightest smile. "Always good to know where the hot tub is." More importantly, good to know the infirmary. He suspected the Doc was, well, a doc. And someone who could patch up an eviscerated bowel was good to know.

Gamma Buzz "Looking like what?" spat back Gamma Buzz, clearly vexed. "Like an awesome superhero? No --- the doctor didn't fix me. Not that I need fixing..." he added, waving his hands in front of him defensively. "Because I'm Gamma Buzz, baby! All your radioactive insect superhero needs catered for! And my sidekicks here..." He nodded at his chums. "...an I intend to smash evil and right wrongs. Which means helping you!" He paused, realising he had run out of steam. "And Timeout here will tell us what to do, right?" His pleading eyes looked at Lawrence to see if brains would be better than bravado.

Starshot "No point in hunting from orbit," said Starshot, with a slight nod. "Although with these eels... well I guess it may just come to that." "But we don't know nearly enough about them. For starters, wether we have any right to hunt them at all. How intelligent are they? I guess that's where you come in." "We'll get the job done," he said to the insect, R'arth. "And try to get it done fast. But we need to know what we are dealing with. Answers may not come as fast as you would like. Don't rush a hunt, I always say." He nodded back at Doctor A. "If you want a tour of the Xeno first, that may be wise. Show you the sensors, the quarters, the ATV. Even had some lab equipment set up in the cargo hold for this expedition. Never needed that before - I respect science, but I know I am no scientist."

GM "Zombies? Pffft! I ain't ever seen no zombie. And if I do, I'll shoot its damn head off..." replied the Leader. There was an awkward pause. The fat leader swallowed, and turned to the other gang members. "Get the shotguns, guys. Just to be sure. And check the chainsaw works." He turned back to Blackstaff and Golden Star. "We can help you. I mean, its in our interests. Community minded, we are. Look, we have sometimes... ah... seen some stuff. Stuff that might get smuggled in via the docks. I don't know if thats what you are looking for. But if you can wait till nightfall, we can show you where the smugglers set in. Its a couple of miles north. A pirates lair, you might say."

For reference (as d/w Thevshi) Starshot burning his only HP to get Equipment feat, FOr this mission he has converted some of his cargo bay into a combine Laboratory and Library features (2 EP) for the Xeno.

COuld we have a craft [structural] from Chimera to see how well the plug works? I think your descriptor of how you do it means we can waive the penalty for no tools. (Always grab a multi-tool! ) Also a giant plug isnt too difficult so can be done untrained (just INT bonus) DC 15 for good fit (will maintain for hours) DC 10 for reasonable fit (Leaks slowly, ship will still very slowly sink) DC 5 for feeble fit (slightly slows rate of sinking)

GM With a weld there and a rip here, Chimera could quickly make a makeshift plug. The Water was seeping fast - and she was up to her thighs in sewater by the time she had forged a plug... ...but how well it would it work? And meanwhile the gunshots kept coming. And an explosion! Whatever was happening outside, it was getting more frantic and more desperate! And possibly more lethal!

Gamma Buzz "Stronghold, eh? Well, we all know about Stronghold, dont we?" said Baz, eyeing his partners. "I mean, you would have to be a total dunce not to have heard of Stronghold, right? Pfft." His eyes shifted left and right. He swallowed. "Timeout, why dont you tell tell us all about Stronghold to refresh our memories. Not that my memory needs refreshing, of course, but perhaps the amazingly aquatic Torpedo Lass might need refreshing after her incredible maritime adventure." He scratched his antenna. "And who attacked you? Throwing Fireballs?" he added. "Where are they? Sounds like they need to get beaten uuu- I mean arrested! Super-arrested! With radiation!"

Captain Cosmos in Strong Hands Buddy’s attire was classic German. Lederhosen, with a splendid green cap that itself contained an even more splendid feather. To make matters worse, he held a frothy mug of warm beer in one hand, and a stout walking stick in the other. And to make matters even the worser, his name had become Hans. He shook his head. How had he got here, walking along a forest path in rustic old Germany, and why was his name Hans? Was he going crazy. “No. I’m buddy. Buddy! Do you hear me!” He was addressing the universe, but two young men dressed in similar traditional clothes jumped from the forest either side of the road. “Of course we are you buddies, buddy!” They both looked suspiciously identical to buddy / Hans. Even in this dream, I have summoned alternative versions of myself… The thought was disconcerting. It implied that he was not fully in control of his multi-dimensional powers. They activated, subconsciously, even his dream. But what could he do? He couldn’t control his unconscious, and he hadn’t time to see a psychoanalyst. He raised an eyebrow. What type of alternative versions had he summoned? They both looked completely identical. “Yeah… Buddies.” “I’m strong!” said the Buddy on Buddy’s left. “I’m strong two!” added the Buddy on Buddy’s right. “And you are super strong!” they said together, both pointing at the original Buddy. To test out strength, the two other Buddies passed the original the largest rock they could find in the forest. It must have been a ton, but Buddy handled it with ease, tossing it from palm to palm before hurling it into the sky. It soared into the clouds, never to be seen again. Maybe it landed in a castle. More feats of strength followed. The breaking of rocks, with bare hands. The crushing of pines into ropes. Emboldened, they went to hunt, finding and killing a wild boar that ended up being skinned and cooked over a roaring fire. Feats of super strength had built up quite the appetite. Their feast was interrupted by a curious creature. Small, squat, with spiked purple hair and enormous ears that wobbled as he spoke. He was thin and hungry, and begged to share in their food. “Of course, fine dwarf!” said Buddy, tearing of a strip of well cooked meat for the poor fellow. “Why thank you!” said the Dwarf, brimming with gratitude as he gobbled up the food. Grease dribbled down its protruding chin as it chomped. All four bellies filled, it was time to sleep under that stars. But Buddy stayed awake, eyeing the dwarf, a suspicious, greedy fellow. Something about him made Buddy cautious and curious. When the moon shone bright in the middle of the sky, the Dwarf scuttled off, mumbling and murmuring about a Princess. A princess! Why, there must be a princess to rescue! What good fortune! He roused his Buddys.“Quick! Awake! There is skull-duggery afoot! Follow me!” The three strong men followed the dwarf through the forest. The ground grew steeper, and steeper still, until they reached the base of small mountain. Behold! A cave! It looked like a deep cave, and a dark one. Foolhardy to jump in – but, they had made plenty of rope. The original Buddy took no time in volunteering. “I shall rescue the princess!” he said, feeling emboldened. After all, he was Captain Cosmos and had two splendid chums to help him. Lamentably, the cave was dark, as the interior of caves tended to be, and Captain Cosmos could not see in the dark. Not in this dimension, nor in any other. Perhaps if he found the dark dimenions, the Buddy Brand that resided there might be able to perform this super feat, but as far as Captain Cosmos could determine, the way to the dark dimension was guarded by strange sorcerers. So he had to fumble in the darkness, reaching out for the stone to guide him. “Princess! Oh princess! I’ve come to rescue you!” What a dashing hero! A tale that could have been told by a fairy! “My hero!” said a feminine voice. A regal feminine voice. The voice of a princess! “But he’s behind you!” she shouted. “Oh no I’m not!” said the Dwarf. “Oh yes you are!” said the Princess. “Oh no I’m not!” said the Dwarf, louder. “Oh yes…” and so on, louder and louder, until the pantomime climaxed in a screaming frenzy and Captain Cosmos had to shield his ears. He had to stop it somehow, and he reasoned it was better to thump the evil dwarf than the beautiful princess. Admittedly, it was too dark to see if she was beautiful, or even a princess, but she sounded so. So he thumped the dwarf. “Oh! You knocked me right out, you did!” screamed the dwarf, before Captain Cosmos heard the sound of a falling body. “Serves you right for capturing a beautiful princess!” retorted Captain Cosmos. “Oh stranger, do you think I am beautiful?” asked the princess, still enveloped in utter pitch black darkness which prevented all vision. “Of course!” said Captain Cosmos, fumbling around in the dark. There, no, that was a rock. There, no, that was a dwarf. There, no, that was a… …he moved his hand quickly, thankful for the darkness that concealed his blushes. He felt a right tit. “Ahem. Let us be off, fair maiden!” he continued, cautiously reaching for her hand. He was most relieved when the Princess interlaced her fingers with his own. Together then lumbered to the centre of the cave, just below the entrance, and started to climb the rope. Snap! “haha! We cut the rope!” said the two other Buddies. “But why? What motivation had you?” yelled Buddy, furious with the threachery. The two buddies above scratched there head. “Good point.” “Well made.” Simultaneously, they snapped their fingers, caught be inspiration. “Narrative!” they yelled down, and danced off down the mountain, quite satisfied with their unsatisfactory explanation. “Curses!” screamed Captain Cosmos. “However will we get out of this cave! We would need some clumsily explained magic device, maybe of a circular architecture, to get out of this pickle!” “What about my magic ring?” asked the Princess, showing the brave Captain Cosmos her shining silver ring that encircled her dainty and regal finger. “Why how fortuitous!” exclaimed Captain Cosmos. “It looks like it needs a good rubbing!” Together, with fingers hinting at the beginning of a romance that would surely lead to the twain living happily ever after, the two trapped protagonists rubbed the ring. “Take us home! Take us home! By all the Gods, take us home!” pleased Captain Cosmos! And lo, and behold! He was home. Back in mundane old Freedom City, forever departed from his beloved fairy princess. It seemed, in the end, that although he might live forever, it would not be happily with the princess. Bah!

GM The Driver was half a block away, trying to warm himself up in some crummy bar. Warming himself up with Central Heating For Hobos. Alcohol. He was already on his second double shot of whiskey, staring at the glass in shock. There were a half dozen other drunkards and truckers in the boozer (unfortunately, at least one person was both). The barman was serving both without the bat of his eye. This was Bedlam by name, Bedlam by nature. the barman - a middle aged man of lean physique and a broken nose, spotted the Tattered Man, but responded only with the raising of one eyebrow. The Driver was lost in his thoughts, holding the whiskey shot like it was some kind of divine panacea for his troubles.

SUPER SPY'D BY THEV Updates to Echohead New, more dramatic AI image Updated complications: His device: glasses are very vulnerable 7 PP to spend 3 PP: Powers Improving Sunglasses for 3 PP (5 DP) Adding Direction Sense to super senses [1 DP] Adding Radio obscure as AP to communication [1 DP] Adding Supersense (Acute Mental Detect Psionics) - essentially allowing him to sense when he is being effected by subtle psionic powers and what they are (but not where it is coming from) [3 PP] 4 PP: Skills Add Search 4 (+7) And Investigate 4 (+7) Add Knowledge (Behaviour Sciences) 4 (+7) Increase Concentration to 8 (+11) NEW SHEET: (WIP)

GM The Chugger's face softened a bit. "Heat? Yeah, it aint natural, and it aint right. I can handle me a dose of sunshine, but this..." he waved his hand in the air. "This ain't good for your health, right boys?" The boys nodded and grunted in affirmation. "So I guess we could help each other out. A long as you don't go poking your noses where noses dont belong." He spat on the ground again, but in a more cordial manner. Then, he stroked his chin-stubble and pondered the question. "Truth is, nobody rightly knows why its so hot. Come on all of a sudden. Plants like it, though, Everything growing. Seems like the swamp this filty town is built on - seems like the swamp is coming to swallow us up, with this damn heat!" More nods, more grunts. "This town got more history than even Mr. Tweed over there..." (he pointed at Professor Armitage) "...could learn about it one lifetime. Aztec sacrifices, Pirates, Witches. No place better to pick up some disease or curse. Usually a curse that causes a disease. Tezville can eat a man up, like that, it can."

thats enough to turn them from Unfriendly to Indifferent (act as socially expected). So they wont be out to stab you, at least.

Starshot Starshot nodded. "Yes. Its not armed-all that space is devoted to full spectrum scanners. EM, Atmospherics, life patterns. Thats the ticket when you are hunting." He gave a side glance at Dr A - how would the scientist respond to the lack of armament? Presumably well, he would prefer to apply his mind to the sensors. But it was a tell. Some of his more nervous, or violent customers didn't appreciate lack of weaponry. What about Pirates? The Xeno could outrun nine ships out of ten, and keep pace with all. Starshot wasn't interested in hunting Pirates, his game was on the ground, against claw and fang and tentacle. Although he had taken down a few Pirates in his time. "I'll give you the tour if you wish. I guess we can set off as soon as you are ready?"

Starshot Starshot met the hand with his own. He was always somewhat thankful that his right hand was still - mainly - flesh and blood. Handshakes seemed more humane. His left hand was pure chrome and steel, capable of crushing bones. "Starshot," he started, pausing a moment. "In another life I was Oskar Otto. Earthman, like you. Lots happened since that life," he explained. "As for local wildlife, the Galaxy's a big place and I've been from one end to the other, hunted them big, hunted them small. But I've never hunted these Sarcota. Massive. What gets me is why a group of them set up a nest on Ferrum? They aren't pack animals. Why?" He stroked the stubble on the chin. "But I guess that's your bag? Geology, biochemistry, astrophysics? Maybe you can work that out?" He gestured towards the Xeno. "Was going to take my yacht here, the Xeno. Its fast, and comfortable, and it's got everything a good hunting ship needs."

Starshot Starshot waited patiently. Patience was a virtue, they said. It certainly was when you were hunting, waiting for the first sighting of the quarry, or the ideal shot. He had no problem waiting. He just wished he wasnt waiting on the platform. He preferred green and purple flora, the sound of twittering avians and grunts of scuttling scavangers. not the sight of steel and the humming of machines. At least the Xeno had a more organic flavour to its interior, complete with stuffed animal heads. At least it was safe. He had left his belt, jacket, gun and helmet in the Xeno. He was dressed in relaxed camo-gear, his scarred face on full display. The left side was not his best side. But he didn't care which side people saw him from. He had read up on Doctor A. A dangerous man, but all intelligent men could be dangerous. Intelligence was dangerous, if directed to malign intent. This doctor didn't have a great history, but neither did Starshot. The man seemed redeemed now. Starshot just hoped he could handle alien environments and the great outdoors.

[url=https://orokos.com/roll/999406]Will save[/url]: [u]1d20+4[/u] [b]12[/b] not a will save... no! I think thats dazed and bruised.

Snakebite in The Magic Lamp Cassie Crow found herself descending into darkness, then into bright sunshine, then into darkness once more. What had happened? It must be magic! The Crow family had some meta-curse. Cursed to be cursed. Every hex and ill omen seemed to be compelled to find its way to her. Surely, this strange tale had to be the work of some curse… maybe from a fairy. The darkness came first, the feeling of plunging from the mundane world to the magical one. Then, bright sunshine, dry heat, sand in in the air. She was in a desert, or some equatorial land. On a rope, held by a brightly coloured man of red and orange cloth and an unusual turban. The man had a well oiled moustache and beard, and a greedy grin showing off not one but two golden teeth. Cassie knew him to be a sorcerer, but knew not how she knew. He was lowering into a cave. A cave filled with strange and exotic treasured. But she was not here for gold or silver. The Sorcerer had persuaded her to find a magic lamp. Cassie Crow, the famed archaeologist, could hardly resist raiding a tomb. It was just the job for an adventurous young woman with woven hair and a crop top. And silver slippers and silk trousers that blossomed in the wind. And a magic ring upon her finger, lent by the sorcerer above. The cave was dim, but the snake eyes of Cassie could see in the blackest of caves. Silver and gold glinted, but she paid it no heed. She was a thief, but cared not for wealth. There! The lamp! An oil lamp the locals called a Chirag. Not much to catch the eye, amidst the precious metals around it, but Cassie knew better. This was a magic lamp. She held it in her hands, studying the craftsmanship; good, but not great. This was not a masterpiece, it was simply a well-wrought piece of functional craftsmanship. It did much more than merely burn oil and provide illumination, but Cassie dared not delve into such sorcery. It was dangerous. She started climbing back up the rope, lean muscles more than capable of pulling up her slender frame. As she reached the top, she passed the lamp to the grinning sorcerer, whose eyes glinted with glee as he saw the artifact. As soon as he had the prized object in his hand, he drew a curved dagger from his belt. Cassie’s eyes widened in shock as the evil magician slashed the rope. “No!” she yelled in fear and fury as she plummeted down the cave into darkness. Her body slammed against rock, expelling every morsel of air from her lungs and threatening to snap her ribs. It was painful, but it could have been a lot worse. She was still breathing and her spine had not splintered. What to do? Cassie could see in the darkness, but how much did that help? She was in a cave with one, and only one, exit – straight above her. She tried climbing, but climbing sheer rock that veered towards you was beyond impossible. She searched the gold and silver, but what use were ornaments and coins? They would not even chip the rock. Why didn’t they make a silver ladder, the fools! Minute by minute, Cassie’s desperation and fear grew, every failed attempt to find a climbing angle or useful artifact just piled on the despair. How was she going to get out of this fine mess? Her breathing became hysterical, her eyes started to water, and she rubbed her hands in agitation. Behold! The magic ring had been rubbed! In front of her, a shimmering silver Djinn! “What is thy wish, oh master?” “Who are you?” asked the gobsmacked Cassandra Crow. “I am the one who grants wishes!” “And who is the one that grants wishes?” “The one who, when asked what he does, grants wishes. And you have had two already!” “How ma--- no, wait. That would be the third. Hmmm…” Cassie had no idea how many wishes the Djinn would grant, but three sounded an appropriately mystical number. Did questions really count as Wishes? My, that Djinn was a tricksy one – was he really even playing fair? “Take me to the magical lamp!” If she only had one wish, it was time to wish for some more wishes. Haha! Surely nobody had ever thought of that cunning trick before! In a puff of magical blue smoke, Cassandra Crow was in the sorcerer’s tower. The ceiling and walls were draped with rich azure silks, gently ruffling in a light breeze. A suspicious scent wafted through the air courtesy of a burning incense. And the lamp! In the fat fingers of the sorcerer, who sprawled over pumped cushions. Fortunately, the sorcerer was not expecting Cassie to magically appear in front of him, or he might have been faster with his rubbing. He started to rub the lamp, but a silver slippered foot kicked the wishing device out of his hand. Then, a ferocious punch struck his head so hard that his jowls wobbled. “But… but!” he blubbered. “No buts, foul, backstabbing sorcerer! Have you no shame?” “I wished it away! It was an unpleasant emotion.” Cassie sighed. She had to admit, that wasn’t a bad use of a wish. The Sorcerer took a leap after the lamp. It had landed somewhere in his vast array of cushions. He was faster than Cassie would have liked, but she was still faster. Cushions flew this way and that as both of them scrabbled around to find the magic lamp. At several points, cushions were thrown at the antagonist of the contest. It was a cushion fight! Alas, a cushion fight that had a winner (unlike most cushion fights that simply continued until exhaustion and laughter laid the contestants low and the contest was drawn). This fight would end in a contestant rubbing one out. A djinn, that is. Cassie and the sorcerer found the lamp at the same time, and rubbed it at the same time. A djinn appeared! Bigger, stronger, bluer than the lesser djinn of the ring. “What is they bidding, masters!” “Get rid of ---” started the Sorcerer, before Cassie karate-chopped his throat. He gurgled, unable to finish his sentence. “Get me out of this place!” shrieked Cassie. “Get me back home. I mean, not this home, the home that’s not in this place…” She paused, grabbing her breath and thoughts and trying to piece them into a proper wish. “Take me back to Freedom City, when I was snakebite! Take me back to the reality I belong!” “My most mighty magic will needed for such a magnificent feat!” proclaimed the Djinn as he cracked his knuckles. His brow furrowed in deep concentration, the Djinn waved his hands in the air, causing the very reality to start to shimmer, sparkle, and shine. There was the most awful dragging sensation, as Cassandra Crow felt herself pulled – or was it pushed – across strange dimensions, some pleasant, some disturbing, most peculiar and all disorientating. Until she was back in Freedom City, in (one of her) homes, her silver slippers replaced by pink fluffy ones, her silk garments replaced by a burgundy dressing gown. Home sweet home. For there was nothing quite so strange and magical as Freedom City!

Again, largely cosmetic, but Baz is going to warm up and light up the land around them - maybe a 20' radius, normal warmth, bright light. Leaving out the radioactive part