Supercape

Previously... Lord Lockwood pulled up his coat over the drizzling rain. November, in a cold winter, on Hampstead Heath, at midnight, in the middle of a rain that seemed to seep and stick to his clothes... Not his idea of a pleasant evening. But three murders here in three weeks. And grizzly ones too. He had asked around, and examined the scenes, carefully examining for clues. The weapon... a Hatchet, the man was large, with a slight limp, and a particular type of shoe, with worn soles. Left handed. He had even tracked down the soil that had been trampled around the victims. All of it had lead him here. He realised that he was now close, and it dawned on him that he may in fact be in some physical danger. Ahead, a copper patrolled the pathway, solitary, and also wet to the core. "No use running", said Lord Lockwood calmly. "The games up!" The grizzly copper shuffled to his side, with a slight drag of his right leg. "How did you know?" he growled. Lockwood replied with an even smile. "Aside from all the evidence you left at the scene, the victims... you tried to make it look like a grizzly serial killer, but they were all crooks themselves, carrying large amounts of money. A bent copper like you knew just when to strike..." "Damn right, and I bet you are carrying a pretty penny too, being a Lord like you are..." snarled the Hampstead Hatchet pulled out the flashing steel from under his rain coat, and charged the Lockwood.

A solo thread describing Lord Steam's entrance to Freedom City / Origin. Open to any ideas or even guest appearances later if people want to pip in.

Earth Victoriana, MI 7 Building Lord Lucien Lockwood paused outside the solid mahogany doors of the MI7 Master known only as "V". He brought up his fine silver shod cane and politely rapped on the doors three times. "Enter" roared the voice beyond. Lord Lockwood adjusted his collar and strode in with as much confidence as he could muster. Which was quite a lot. In any other situation he would have been as bold as brass. He was possessed of a truly exceptional mind, and he had no shortage of social grace. Combined with an athletic, tall physique and a certain unruly handsomeness, he had everything to be confident about. However, this was MI7 - the head of the most secretive division the Empire's intelligence services. "V" put down his pipe and gave Lockwood a meaty stare from behind his overgrown eyebrows. "There you are" he said, with some annoyance, reloading his pipe. "Now then, Sir" he continued, without waiting for Lucien to reply. "We had high hopes for you, dear boy. Bright chap and all that. Did quite a job on the Hampstead Hatchet..."

And Dragonfly is up. With that shiny reflex roll you can have that as grasping onto a bar or ledge and avoid getting dunked (or any other narrative descriptor).

...with Horishima Shadow basking in the unleashed nuclear might of the reactor. Spying the two heroes middair, he roared with laughter before setting his gaze on the coolant and realising a penetrating green beam from his eyes that hit the liquid causing it to glow with ghastly, and lethal, radiation. Supercape stumbled straight into the coolant and gasped as he felt the full radioactive power poison his system...

As the ship spun into a closer range to the meteor, the crew could see it in all its glory. It seemed to be more crystal than rock, with flashed of discharged energy arcing from one shard to another as it rotated swiftly on its own axis. A trail of microcrystals lay in its wake. Razor sharp crystals, rapid rotation, unstable geology, arcing energy, and possibly erosive microfillaments in the vicinity. The piloting skills of Victory could set them down, but they would be facing an inhospitable environment in depths of space...

Back from operation and good to go!

Miss Wells drew herself up to her full 5 feet five inches and fixed Jubatus with a penetrating glare. She had not become one of the most prominent members of the notoriously sexist institute for metaphysical engineering without being possessed of a formidable intellect and determination. "We are, I regret to say" she explained with precision, "in the middle of the Indian colonies, in rather perilous mountain region. We wont have any police service for a day... and I am not sure of the quality of investigation they will provide. In the meantime, the culprit may get away. If I suspected a simple assailant, or mugger, I may have left it that, distressing as it may have been. However, the victim was one of the finest engineers in England, and I suspect a rat. "

"Energy production sounds quite interesting" piped up Supercape, finding himself what the mechanical marvel would make of this. He didn't even know what powered Protectron - the machine was an intricate web of energy flow that he found impossible to penetrate. "I am sure we could do bang our heads together for the advancement of science, perhaps? The Lab is an ideal testing ground for such research..."

Back from surgery with all four limbs. Doped up on morphine, in pain, leg in plaster and three months of awfulness ahead. However, didnt loose my foot, and op was a success. And back!

DC 30 to Land... Yes, Victory can take 10 an make it!

"I imagine you can take anything you want. The more the better" replied Supercape. "Anything you take wont be crashing into Earth..." He frowned slightly. The crystalline surface was probably what was blocking the quantum entanglement he required to teleport to the location - and the anomaly persisted. "I don't know what its made of, but this certainly adds a new degree of uncertainty to the mission" he commented, before turning to Victory. "Can you land on that? its spinning rather fast..." And so it was, in an arkward axis, leaving a fine trail of crystal shards behind it.

Next week, I am off having some surgery on my foot :cry: which is a couple of days in hospital and then two or three months in plaster. Anyway, it means I will be unable to post for a week or so from next wednesday (and may be to high on drugs to post much!) Time up to then is filled preparing and a few evenings out with the Mrs - getting some out of house action in before that gets thrown out!

GM Later, in the depths of space! Jotanfaust came into view. Of course, the sensors had picked it up far further away, but there was nothing like seeing the real thing with real eyes. As the Ship swung around, drawing parallel to, and matching the velocity of the asteroid, it afforded a good view to the heroes. It was, quite simply, enormous. Silently it spun at an alarming rate, rotating on its own axis as it hurtled through space towards the third planet. Even more extraordinarily, it sparkled in the light of the distant sun and the lights of the ship. Jotanfaust seemed to be more crystal than rock.

Also true

As I see it this is taking 20 on a Knowledge Check for an hour (I am assuming taking 10 is allowed as there is no "pressure"). Quickness x100 comes into play here, as any time you can take 10 or take 20. So 3600 seconds / 100 is 36 seconds, or half a minute. I don't want to turn this into a rule mash up, particularly as its for a non-critical event, so I'm going to let that stand. I can't face rules dissection over non-critical events. On the other hand, if it involves combat or other critical rolls, I am more than happy to clarify things properly! However, Aoiroo's point is pertinent! She is dressed and acting as "Carrie" in this thread, so if you could edit accordingly.

According to Jubatus reputation chart (thanks for doing that Cubist!)... Well, ill let you read that. Normally, I would say you couldnt use Gather Information in an alternate dimension so quickly, but I note that funky little "Well Informed" feat! Anyway, seems you know the meat about Jubatus.

Sorry for the delay. Supercape Checking out the Territory Indescribable, Indestructable, Insatiable Russian Reactors are Reliable The Heros are NEAR Vox Rene The Radical Dreamer Forsooth. to slay the beast Unreal Estate GM (Posts to go to Supercape first to rack him up to next bonus, any left over, onto Rene if it helps!) Crack is Whack Murder on the Victorian Express Russian Reactors are Reliable The Heros are NEAR In addition: 20Q For Supercape for 1 PP? (to Supercape) Earth Victoriana wiki entry for 1 PP? (to Supercape)

Well, once we get the global server thingy, Ill roll something up on Justice to say hi! For now, im on Union and Defiant with far too many alts to count!

so HS is up first, and he is souped up at the moment. His main powers are boosted by 6 Ranks!. Unfortunately (for him) he is also loosing 2 CON around from the strain on his body. Anyhow, he is actually going to stunt a power first off, Irradiating the coolant with a gamma blast. Thats an extra HP to SC and DF. Drain Constitution 8 [Ranged +1, Area +1, Independent +2, Limited to coolant material -1] The coolant is now glowing a pretty shade of green. SC Reflex Save 1d20+4=6 nope SC Fort Save 1d20+10=12 nope, loosing 6 CON (to 8 total, and -3 toughness and fort).

Ok Combat Keeping 25 - HS - Unharmed 24 Dragonfly - 1 HP - Unharmed, in coolant 3 Supercape - 3 HP - Staggered, in coolant

1d20+5=25 for Hiroshima Shadow. Yazooks! Things are going to even out here - HS is suprised at your arrival, and SC and DF are suprised at the destination. Therefore feel free to post for splish - splash and getting soaked etc, then HS will kick into action.

As per Carries complication, she is Sickened and gains an HP for the complication. She can make a Fort Save every hour or so to recover.

With a crash, a wobble, and a spinning of realities, the Brit Machine made an undignified landing on Earth Victoriana. There was significant crash, a hissing of steam, but this time it did at least stay in one piece. It, and its passengers, had landed in a quaint but sturdy carriage onboard what must have been the Asian Express. This was, presumably, the carriage on which the Brit Machine had been transported. Tool kits and engineering devices littered the carriage, a few damaged by the crash landing. "What a mess!" exclaimed Ms. Wells, surveying the damage before catching sight of Jubatus. "Oh dear... you aren't from that silly dimension are you?" she inquired.

"Nice flying" remarked Supercape. If it hadn't been for the stability of the artificial gravity environment, he had little doubt that the controls of the ship would be decorated with his own vomit. Fortunately, Victory's dizzying display of reflexes and judgement didn't affect his stomach. It was a masterful display, nonetheless. "Keep that up, and landing on Jotanfaust will be a doddle" he remarked, giving a thumbs up, before sitting back for the rest of the ride. For it would not be long before first contact...