Supercape

Echohead "Hmmm, what? Nothing. I was just resting my eyes..." Echohead had dropped off a moment. Maybe it was the flight. Maybe he was tired. But my, the dream was strange. He was a lone fly, buzzing along, envious of the beautiful butterflies. A smiling friend offered to bind him in a cocoon so he can transform just like the beautiful ones. The binding wrapped tight. Too tight. Too late!... the smiling friend was a spider. He looked in the mirror and saw not himself, but the face of Cardenas himself! Now, it was a disturbing dream. Was it just a dream? Echohead wasn't sure. He copied peoples brains, for God's sake! Residual stuff could cling for days. Was it just that? Was it something else? Was he going mad? He couldn't show the others he was going mad. That would be uncool. "Ah yes, Mr Cardenas..." he mumbled, shaking his eyes free of sleep. The dream! So vivid! He was Cardenas! "Geothermal energy. Right. Yes. Absolutely. I wasn't asleep. Paying full attention. Yes. Geothermal energy. Hot stuff. Ground." The jigsaw pieces of Predators research started falling into place. Predator was so smart, so cool, and so not mad... Echohead needed to keep up! "Brades then. Sounds like a better bet? Absolutely. Spot on! And yes, we have a hired vehicle ready. Not sure how super the car is. But if it gets us around, fine by me. May not have a champagne on ice though, haha, haha...." He coughed.

28 Yippee!

GM "Relax, Gandalf," said the Gasman, holding his hands up to Luke. "Wait, not Gandalf... whats that film, the one for the nerds, with all the wizards and stuff. Wait! Smaugolas, that was the name, wasn't it? Relax, Smaugolas! I got paid to keep this ship afloat, not fight dragons! Ain't no money worth getting roasted alive. I know when I'm outgunned..." He put his assault rifle to the floor and kept his hands up, neglecting to dispense with his knife, sidearm, or multitude of grenades. "Seems to me this ship is still afloat. No explosives going off. All thanks to the heroic heroes of Freedom City. Thanks, capes! Although I still aim to get paid!" Meanwhile... Blowfish waved to Chimera as she circled about his car. "Hey, what's happening! Can't see with all that pink smoke! Did you find what Max was transporting? I think we better sink this boat, only way to be sure!"

GM "Antibodies? That doesn't sound to good," said the Duke, stroking his elegant white whiskers. "No, not so good at all. I may feel as fit as a fiddle, but I am in no mood for antibodies." Cheep cheep cheep! Cheeped the birds, as they started to circle around the groups heads. "Don't trust the birds," said the Leprachaun. "They are just pointing out the targets." The Leprachaun didn't have any birds around his head. But then, he wasn't alien to Musicland. He was a resident, even if he was a resident who despised the place. Ominous deep bongs came from yonder. Between trees and bushes, bouncing along the green meadows and vivid flowers, came the antibodies. Four of them, to match the four-four time of the bongs and tweets. Four amorphous blobs, full of such vivid scintellating colour that it could make your eyeballs bleed. Four bouncing blobs, ten feet high, ten feet across, ready to gobble up any intruders. Maybe a hundred yards away, but every bounce bringing them closer... "Yer can run, I suppose," said the Leprachaun. "They don't like water much. Find a stream or a pond and hold your breath... But seems to me they are faster than you. "

Mysterious! Ill wait for someone else to post and Echohead will awaken from that dream at touchdown!

BESPECTACLED by Fox Echohead edits 12 PP to spend, Spending 11 Feats: 3 PP Connected Critical Strike Add another rank of Equipment Skills: 1 PP +4 to Notice Skill for total of 8 (+11) Equipment. Remove the sunglasses (now has funky glasses as below) 6 EP To Spend, spending 4 for that wannabe spy feel. Multi Tool [1 EP] Concealable Microphone [1 EP] Mini-Tracer [1 EP] Parabolic Microphone [1 EP] Powers (7 PP) Add Powerloss (Sleep) to Mimic power. I would imagine this is a -2 PP Drawback (fairly common, means he cant keep a continuous mimic up), making it Mimic 4 (20 PP of any attributes [note flaw], Extras: Duration Continuous [+1], Range Perception [+2], Feats: Subtle, Flaws: Limited to mental abilities [e.g: INT, WIS, CHA, Will, Skills, Some Feats, Psionic or trained powers], Drawbacks: Power loss [Sleep, -2]) [27 PP] “Echohead” [Psionic, Mutant] Add 9PP Device Device 3 (15 DP, High Tech Sunglasses, Flaws: Easy to Lose) [9 PP] Immunity 1 (Light Based Visual Dazzles) [1 DP] Super Senses 9 (Analytical all visual, Extended all visual, Infravision, Ultravision, Distance Sense, Radio Sense, Microscopic Sense 1) [10 DP] Communication 5 (Radio, 1 mile, Extras: Omni-Directional, Feats: Subtle, Flaws: One-way) [5 PP]

Also: Not sure how Echohead's mental senses would work. Detect "Brains" might not work on robots-I guess its how Avenger feels the robots brains/mind/computers work and how near they are to humans? Given the detect minds is analytical, I would guess that if Echohead can detect robots minds he could get a feel that they would be robotic, again depending on how precise a copy it is. Normally that sense would be something like getting the brains intelligence level and things like particular areas of strength/weaknesses. Happy to go with whatever you feel best, Avenger Keep up the mystery!

Echohead A good sleep-or at least a fitful, anxiety ridden sleep full of nightmares about terminator robots marching over the skulls of human corpses-and Echohead was good to go. The brain-copy in his head had evaporated with sleep. As useful as his ability was, it was something of a burden on his synapses. It was good to have his head to himself once again. It was equally good to have his high tech black trenchoat, impervium weave armour on. It was good to have the variable pistol tucked in his belt. It was good to have a modest shot of whiskey on the flight. He noticed his hand tremble as he drank. "Where shall we go?" he asked the others. "I mean, any leads? Otherwise I guess we start at Plymouth, the capital, and ask around there." He coughed slightly. "I can only copy minds, or remove thoughts. I can't actually read them..." he explained, rather embarressed. "Not that it would do much good against robots..." He paused, as another thought struck him. "Although that may not be a bad thing. I can sense minds. Unless its a very good copy, I could probably feel the shape of a robots brain. Unless its a very primitive robot brain, in which case I doubt I could sense it at all..."

Echohead is going to have a snooze and wipe his mimic power ready for another willing participant!

Diamondlight "A dog..." He wouldn't class himself as a dog-lover (he was more of a cat guy. They looked sleek and designed) but he wasn't a dog-hater either. Seeing the fur, matted with blood, and the finality of death was unpalatable. What are we dealing with? What kind of predator? What do the want? Meat? Death? Is this the work of a animal instinct, or something with a higher, malign, purpose? He turned in response to Luke's warning, dispelling the illusions. The multiple copied of Luke dissapeared in the blink of an eye. If there was to be a fight, August wanted that light-energy for something more fiery. "Careful.." he muttered, on alert. "Could just be a rabbit..." But it wasn't likely to be a rabbit. "Could be our monster..." Maybe the type of monster that walked on two legs and carried a meat cleaver.

GM Beanpole was stabilised, but weak. Lying on the deck of the ship, blood on the floor, blood on his shirt-yes, anybody could see that he had lost a lot of blood. He was faint, but breathing. Maybe breathing a little fast, maybe his heart rate was high, maybe his blood pressure was low. But he was stable. The Gas Man coughed into his hand. A forced, effected cost. "I don't want an explosion. I got one of the plastics..." he said, tapping an-off white bundle of explosived by his foot. There was a small flashing red LED light bound to it, and a timer stuck at 5:00 minutes. But nobody had started the timer-it wasnt counted down. "Explosives are so inelegant. Gas is where it's at..." added the Gas Man, tapping his assortment of grenades. "But there are probably others. They go off on this ship, we are going to sink..."

Fox suggested that instead of resubmitting Starshot, just post the minion change-i.e. Copy and paste this to replace old Minion sheet (Gun Monkey)

Repair Bots Power Level: 5 (120/120) Unspent Power Points: 0 Trade-Offs: None In Brief: Robots of the Xeno Ship Catchphrase: Beep beep. Beepity-beep beep. Description: Height: 3’ Diameter Sphere Weight: 40Kgs Color: Titanium The Xeno’s Customised Repair Bots are floating metal spheres, with four short mechanical arms projecting from a front panel, each equipped with a variety of inbuilt tools. Each bot is given a code name from A-E Axel, Backfire, Clockface, Driveshaft, Echo Personality & Motivation The Repair bots are here to serve. They have some self awareness and personality however-and in a manner similar to, say, a protocol droid in a galaxy far far away, are not fanatical or fearless. Powers & Tactics: The Bots are programmed for maintenance and repair, as well as being able to do various chores and ships – steward tasks. They will obey any guest onboard the ship (although the Captain, i.e. Starshot, can override this). They will not seek combat. If pushed, they could use some of their tools as makeshift weapons, but they are not programmed to fight, and will seek to self preserve / flee in a fight unless they are cornered or the “foe” is something relatively insignificant such as a small animal or petty thief. Abilities: 2 + 6 -10 + 4 + 2 + 0 = 4 Strength: 8 (-4 From Shrinking, +2) Dexterity: 16 (+3) Constitution: - Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 12 (+1) Charisma: 10 Combat: 8 + 8 = 16 Initiative: +3 Attack: +5 (+4, +1 From Size) Defence: +5, +3 Flat Footed (+4, +1 From Size) Grapple: -1 Knockback: -1 Saving Throws: 3 + 3 = 6 Fort Immune Reflex +6 (+3, +3 Dex) Will +4 (+3, +1 Wis) Tough +5 (+6 Protection, -1 Size) Skills: 12PP = 48 Ranks Computers 4 (+6) Craft (Electronic) 8 (+10) Craft (Mechanical) 8 (+10) Disable Device 4 (+6) Handle Animal 4 (+6) Knowledge [Technology] 4 (+6) Medicine 4 (+5) Notice 4 +5) Profession [Ships’ Steward] 4 (+5) Search 4 (+6) Feats: 6 PP Ambidexterity Environmental Adaptation [Zero Gravity] Jack of All Trades Teamwork 3 Powers: 3 + 3 + 6 + 2 + 6 + 30 + 6 + 1 + 5 + 13 + 7 = 82 Additional Limbs 2 (2 Extra Servo-arms, Feats: Improvised Tools) [3 PP] Communication 4 (1 Mile, Radio, Feats: Subtle, Flaws: Limited [One way]) [3 PP] Comprehend 3 (Read all, Speak all, Understand all) [6 PP] Features: Internal computer, Internal compartment [2 PP] Flight 2 (Speed 25 mph, Feats: Instant up, Subtle) [6 PP] Immunity (Fortitude Saves-Construct) [30 PP) Protection 6 [6 PP] Quickness 1 (x2 Speed) [1 PP] Shrinking 4 (-1 Size Category, Feats: Innate, Flaws: Permanent [+0]) [5 PP] Super Senses 13 (Accurate Radar, Radar Sense, Direction Sense, Distance Sense, Infravision, Radio, Radius [All Visual], Analytical [All Visual], Ultra-hearing, Ultravision) [13 PP] Tools Array (5 PP Array, Feats: Alternative Powers 2) [7 PP] BP: Blast 2 (Feats: Precise) [5/5 PP] “Laser Cutter” AP: Strike 3 (Feats: Improved Critical 1, Precise, Variable Descriptor [Tool]) [5/5 PP] “Drill/Saw” AP: Stun 2 (Feats: Extended Reach 1) [5/5 PP] “Electric Zap” Drawbacks: -6 Disability (Common, Minor: No Legs) [2 PP] Vulnerable (Electricity, Common, Major: x2 DC) [4 PP} Abilities 4 + Saves 6 + Combat 16 + Skills 12 + Feats 6 + Powers 82 – Drawbacks 6 = 120 PP

GM "What? What's that???" The Stick sliced through the smoke like a chain saw though a carcass. Pale smoke sprayed everywhere, forming grisly clumps. And Jaun's whole house of cards collapsed. He was once again flesh and blood, and falling... "Oh dear... didn't see that coming..." he confessed on his way to the ground. He hit the pavement with a dizzying thump, and a crack. He screamed in pain before unconsciousness set in, releiving him of any further discomfort. Discomfort was perhaps a mild word. La Puma could see where he had falling. She may not have been an orthopaedic surgeon, but she was pretty sure legs shouldn't bend the way Juan's did. His left leg was broken. "Did you get him?" said a fiery voice. The invisible Tazel, hovering beside La Puma's ear. "Burn him! Its what he deserves!"

Smack! I think with Juans pathatic toughness we can a critical hit with the devil stick and Puma's strength a ko.

GM The Gas Man gave a little chuckle at the name of Machete Max. "Machete Max? He's the guy who hired me. And yeah, he had a machete. Me, I prefer things a litle more high tech." He fingered the large array of grenades around his waist and slung over his chest. There was probably a fragmentation grenade amongst the banquet of explosives, but most of them seemed to be gas and smoke grenades. Hence the name. "Paid well, too. But not that well. I ain't fighting to superheroes, even if..." And he raised his eyebrows, studying them carefully. "They are technically pirates..." He waited for the word to sink in. "Yeah, pirates. Boarding a vessel without permission. Of course, I might have been distracted and might not have noticed you two. Maybe my eyesight is a bit bad. Maybe I need it corrected. Maybe I need the money to get my eyesight corrected. Otherwise, my eyesight is fine and I saw both of you committing piracy."

LOADOUT UPDATED'd by Fox Sorry for chaos - I think this is all good to go now! Readjusted Starshot Edits Firstly, noted 1 PP spare anyway. Skills [0 PP] Change Languages: Dropping Ooga (as minion will change), adding Khanate Feats: [2 PP] Remove Attractive-not warranted for a man with a scarred face under a helmet. (But he is cool): -1 PP Reduce Improved Critical [Energy Rifles] from rank 2 to rank 1 (as device has Improved Crit 1 now): -1 PP Modify Minions to Minion 8, Progression 2 [1 PP] Here they are (Could you paste this over Gun Monkey) Add: Critical Strike, Favoured Oponent (Apex Predators) and Ultimate Aim [3 PP] Powers: [-1 PP] Modifying the Plasma Rifle: The plasma Rifle array is slightly different [0 PP] Hence, Device 5 (25 DP, Flaws: Easy to lose) [15 PP] “Plasma Gun” Plasma Array (22 PP Array, Feats: Alt Power 3) [25 DP] BP: Blast 8 (Feats: Affects Insubstantial 1, Improved Critical 1, Improved Range 2, Progression [Range] 2) [21/21PP] "Plasma Bolt" AP: Dazzle 11 (Visual Senses, Extras: Area [Cone], Flaws: Range [Touch]) [22/22 PP] "Plasma Flare" AP: Damage 11 (Feats: Affects Insubstantial 1, Extras: Area [Line], Flaws: Full Power) [22/22PP] “Plasma Overburn” AP: Snare 8 (Feats: Affects Insubstantial 1, Blocks Radio Sense, Tether, Reversible) [20/22 PP] “Charged Web” Could you remove Feature: Hand acts as medical kit (on reflection doesnt really fit) [-1 PP] Equipment [0 EP Change, but modifications) Replacing Whip with Machete (Strike 2, Feats: Mighty, Improved Critical 1, Thrown) [5 EP] Same cost, Machete is more cool for jungles, and I have a whip character elsewhere! Elininate Rebreather (why did he have this when he has his helmet?) [-1 EP] Finally, modifying the utility belt equipment, adding 1 point to base, modifying Sedative Injector Utility Belt [21 PP Array, Feats: Alt Power 6) [27 EP] BP: Blast 3 (Extras: Penetrating, Secondary Effect) Linked with Environmental Control 3 (Normal Heat, 25' Radius, Extras: Total Fade, Independent, Feats: Slow Fade 3 [1 hour total]) {12+6 = 18/21} “Thermal Pellet” AP: Environmental Control 5 (Bright Light, 100' Radius, Extras: Independent, Total Fade, Feats: Improved Range 2 [x5, 250’], Slow Fade 1) {18/21} “Flare Gun” AP: Nauseate 5 (Extras: Area [cloud], Range) {20/21} “Gas grenade” AP: Obscure 5 (Visual and Olfactory, Extras: Total Fade, Feats: Slow Fade 1) {21/21} “Smoke grenade” AP: Paralyse 5 (Extras: Alt Save [Fort], Poison, Ranged, Feats: Subtle) {21/21} "Blowpipe" AP: Fatigue 5 (Extras: Sleep [+0], Poison, Feats: Improved Critical 2) {17/21} "Sedative Injector"

There we go Resoundly failing both Diamondlight has radius vision in case anyone is sneaking up behind him! :0

GM "OK, OK, I'm not going to get in your teeth," said the Merc. "I'm gonna put down this rifle and you don't eat me, deal?" Without waiting for a reply, he slowly bent over and placed his AK-47 on the Ship floor. The pink smoke was still wafting, but with a squint of the eye, one could make out the merc, a dozen feet away. "Names Brad. Folks call me the Gas Man. Private security, that kind of stuff. Here, have my card..." A cheap introduction card skittled across the ship deck, landing by Beanpoles feet and soaking up some of the blood. "Still, I got to say. Looks like you two are breaking the law. What gives? You a pair of supervillains pretending to be superheroes? Or what. If you are, I got no qualms. Gas Man, at your service..."

Echohead Echohead breathed a sigh of relief. Ukraine was simply to "hot" to be an attractive option. Wheras Montserrat-now that was hot in a whole different way. A great way! Umberto had visions of him lying on a sun lounger, wearing some very cool sunglasses, and drinking martini. It was, of course, imperitive that his martini had a small umbrella in. And ice. And an olive. "Montserrat it is", he concluded. Now all he had to do was persuade AEGIS to give them an all expenses trip to Monsterrat, in a first class plane (with its own mini-bar serving super spy drinks), and put them up in a five star hotel with complementary caviar and champagne. Hope, as they said, springs eternal... Gulping, he brought up his phone to start negotiating with AEGIS...