Supercape

"I wish it were the British countryside..." said Ms. Wells, downcast. "The train is in the middle of India, halfway up a mountain. A fantastic feat of engineering, the trans-asian express. Unfortunately, it also means we are cut off from civilisation, by and large. " With Fenris and Carrie seated, Ms. Wells started to wind up a brass lever, recalibrate some dials and - perhaps just for effect - beep her horn. Whatever the truth was, the effect was an escalation of steam, whistling, and rotating cogs, faster and faster, until the surroundings seemed to bend and blur with the sheer velocity of the rotating contraptions. And with a whoomph, the Brit Machine propelled itself across the dimensions. "Hold on", said Ms. Wells, frantically "steering" by pulling on a variety of levers "picked up some drag..." The Brit Machine started to wobble and yaw with alarming ferocity as it sped into Earth Victoriana.

My apologies. Even more skill then!

GM "It would be most impertinent of the thing to do so" replied Ms Wells. "I spent quite some time refining its machinery since your last trip, and have actually gone a few trips since to other dimensions. Do you know there is a most peculiar dimension populated by humanoid rabbits, cats, and the like... I won't even try to explain how the laws of physics operate there. Very unruly. " Ms Wells was already adjusting the wheels, dials, and levers on the machine, as it piped away. Carrie could see some minor alterations had been made, but the basic apparatus looked just as antiquated - and complex - as previously.

"Do excuse me a moment" said Supercape, as he wrapped his shimmering cape over the meteor. "Stand back, citizens!" he said, in a loud voice and with a held hand, as he concentrated. Pretty much any rock would do, preferably something would a good food supply (just rock, as far as he could see) and with nothing living on it. And preferably far away. Real far away. Around him, the dimensions of time and space curled and disorted, like an elastic band, and after a few seconds, he vanished... ...reappearing again a few moments later, with ice crystals covering his costume, and a swishing cape that concealed no rock. "There we go. Andromeda galaxy. Some nasty cold rock with an unpleasantly high gravity and not so much as a microbe of life. I hope it will be happy there. "

GM The crowd did indeed retreat. Not that far, of course. It was a spectacular sight, and cameras would be clicking as long as there was film or memory available. "You were capable enough last time" replied Ms. Wells, before addressing her armoured saviour, Fenris "and perhaps your dashing young knight could be of some assistance too?" She brought up her watch, which spun in an odd rhythm. "And given the parabolic nature of n-dimensional event-transfer, I suspect time is something of the essence if we are to resolve this..." "If you can assist at all, I would beseech you do" she asked, with genuine feeling, as she gestured to the seats beside her.

Just for Comedy's sake, its HP to us both, and a bodged teleport, splish splash into a bubbling coolant chamber! SUpercape could fly out of trouble but Im going to say he cant to earn that HP. Toughness DC 20 cold per round in the "coolant" 1d20+16=28 made. Also, Initiative rolls 1d20=3 And finally, high radiation and extreme heat environment in the chamber.

"Very well, although I am not sure precisely...." The space-time dimensions (And others, no doubt) wobbled for a few seconds as they interconnected with another point. And then, in an instant, Supercape and Dragonfly appeared in the Reactor. The air was hot - very hot, and Supercape could instantly tell the radiation level was sky high. His own costume would shield him - he wasn't sure about Dragonfly. "Radiation level is critical... you will need shieaaahhh!" he yelped. They had materialised 20 feet over a reactor cooler, and gravity had kicked in...

Rene started to walk forward, muttering under his breath about his aching hips. But not quite so under his breath that people couldn't just make out what he was saying. "I wish I could dream I had a nice pair of ze wings, or ze magic carpet" he mused as he strode forth. "But I will settle for ze feet. Keep your eyes open, my friends... and your wits about you!"

Masterful science! With Voictories Pilot skill of +15 and skill mastery, consider this a done deal to pilot through safely. And consider yourself at liberty to post a narrative of how skillfully he pilots through the belt!

"Well" replied Supercape, contemplating what they where going to do when they actually met the big lump of space-rock. "It seems to me... hold on... looks a bit dicey...." he said, pointing at the incoming asteroid belt. At low velocities, traversing the belt would be a simple matter. At this speed, he had a nagging doubt. And at this speed, a collision would mean they would all be space dust...

Supercape chuckled softly. It seemed, ironically, as though the Baron was hitting it off with the machine far better than Miss Americana. I really don't know what to make of that... he conceded, wondering what that said about the three respective parties. He shrugged, and set about making some tea for the Baron. As far as he knew, Protectron didn't drink - at least not tea. He wondered for a moment if he could feed it some tuned radiation in some spectrum or another, and his brain danced away imaging cooking a gourmet feast of subatomic particles and wave-strings to serve up.

Away this weekend and into monday/tuesday/wednesday on a break with the wife, and I need it!

Yes. Awaiting second approval in the fullness.

"Nonsense!" replies Supercape "I'll be fine... now then... Pi cubed to the root of c over ... what was it? carry the differential... um... what was I saying?" He wobbled slightly. "Well, I think I can do it..." he conceded. "Perhaps foot would be better, even if more exhausting..." At that moment, alarms starting ringing over the complex. "" screamed the Alarm, in Russian. "That dosen't sound good. Lets foot it, unless you have some fancy anti-gravity belt I can use..."

GM The crowds did indeed clear, although not too far. Camera's and eyes continued to soak in the peculiar view. Even for Freedom City, this was something unusual. "Why thank you, noble gentleman!" said Ms Wells to Fenris "you have a fine upstanding manner, if I may say so! and a friend of Lady Carrie too, it seems. Hmmm, if the Lady here can vouch for you, I could certainly use the assistance of such a splendid fellow as yourself!"

"Splendid!" replied Supercape, wondering if he dare try the morsels. He suspected Protectron meant well. He also suspected Protectron had no olfactory senses - or at least none that could approximate to the human ones. Which meant that it may not be the best judge of human morsels from a taste point of view - even if the foodstuffs were precisely calibrated to optimise his health. In fact, most healthy food tasted pretty awful now he thought about it, and if Protectron's primary goal was to preserve organic life... "Very thoughtful!" he smiled, casting around for any bins in case he needed them. "May I introduce Baron Magnus Katastrof. Baron, this is our guest, Protectron!"

Just whats the mass of these things? if under 1000lbs, SC could jus plonk them far side of the universe with teleport (providing they are now considered inanimate). However, I dont know how that plays with your thoughts on if there are more, where they came from etc. I guess SC still considers them a scientific mystery to be solved!

Rene blinked in astonishment. Not something he did often. Never too old to see something new he reminded himself. "It is like a fairy tail. And not one of ze nice ones, either, I think" he remarked, as he squinted to see the black castle in the distance. His eyes were not normally the sharpest, but in this non-world, they seemed to work as well as they had in his youth, possibly better. He didn't relish the walk much, however.

GM "Ah, Lady Carrie" replied MS. Wells, "There is indeed a problem the empire could use your aid with. A murder no less, on the trans-indian railway, of one of our most esteemed scientists, and one of my friends. " She sighed, downcast. "I was travelling with him, through India... and he was found dead. The authorities... are not filling me with confidence, we are stuck in the middle of mountainous terrain, so I used the only resource I had.. the Brit Machine, was being transported for demonstration at the university of Delhi. " "I don't know if you can help, but I smell trouble, and I didn't know who else to ask..."

"Well, if you are all ready..." mumbled Supercape. He was still foggy in his head, but he could work out the entanglement. "...I can get us there. We just need to get Hiroshima to the reactor, reverse the polarity while he is there, and hope he gets neutralised rather than go critical". He sighed. "Ready?"

Supercape floated down to the core and gave it a prod with his boot before peering at it closely. His quantum force field did not waver for one moment. "Regenerating? Hibernating?" he pondered. "What do you think? Its dangerous... is there anyway we can determine where it came from... and if there are more?"

As the rumble of engines turned into G-force, and the craft zoomed into the reaches of Space, Supercape could not but help gasp at the incredible spirit of adventure. Even as a young scientist, he had always loved the idea of space travel. Now, when he could go anywhere in the multiverse under his own steam, he still revelled in being in a tin can flying above the earth's atmosphere. Of course, he still held onto his seat with steely white knuckles. The speed of the craft was quite extraordinary, and they started accelerating at fantastic speeds towards the asteroid as soon as they were free of Earth's immediate gravity well. "Say" he said by way of conversation "what are we calling this rock, anyway? I know it has a serial number, but can we give it a name that's a little more catchy?"

"Magnus Katastrof" replied Supercape "a Baron, technically, you may wish to refer him with that title. Never quite got the hang of aristocracy myself. But then, I'm biased, I'm English and we have the house of Lords..." He coughed, realising he was rambling. "Anyway, I can meet you in conference room three dash six, and bring him along. And, er, he has already talked to Miss Americana. And it was a very, er, interesting meeting. Best not ask how it went, however..." He turned to his guest. "Well, our non-organic guest should be less, um, emotional anyway. Let's meet him in on level three. For the moment, he only has limited access to the Lab. "

"Aha!" replied Supercape "there you are old bean!" He wouldn't normally refer to people in such a manner, he reflected, but then, Protectron wasn't precisely a person. So he was using these terms of reference to over - compensate. Well, that was his self - analysis for the day. "There is a chap here might want to pick your brains...err... circuits....err....mind. He has some business proposals, all for the good of humankind and betterment of the species. Wants to see if the Lab can cooperate with development. Prosthetics particularly, but seems everything is game. Would you be interested?"

"They could certainly come in handy for any nuclear meltdowns..." replied Supercape as another blistering burst of gamma radiation enveloped the smaller creature. "There is hardly any trace of radioactivity left in the larger organism. Their metabolism must be quite extraordinary. " Although the danger looked over, he still smarted and remembered the force the things could exerted. His quantum force field did not waver and he continued to float away from his smaller adversary.