Supercape

Quentin slowly took off his shoes and rolled up his trouser legs. He strode into the wash a few feet "Jolly good show, yes. Jolly wet. Lots of water. Marvellous." "Bucket and spade, paper cup of fizzy pop, and an iced lolly, and I would be back at Brighton for the family holidays thirty years ago!" he beamed. Struck by what Stesha said, he couldn't help but ask "Freshwater sea? I can only presume this was an extra-terrestrial date? twenty four hours ago that would have surprised me, of course. " He hesitated. "I'm guessing you don't want to talk about him?"

Who is Suzaku targetting? One of the goons or the leader?

They arent in Melee anyway (at present) but yes, it hits both. 1d20+10=25, 1d20+10=30 POWER ARMOUR WINS! One bruised, one shrugs it off.

Well they are actually easy to hit, but tough And this one really does roll well 1d20+10=28 Bruised!

Turn order Victory 22 - HP 2 - Unharmed Dyne 17 - HP 3 - Unharmed Suzaku 16 - HP 2 - Unharmed Goon Leader 15 - Unharmed Goons A-D 15 - Unharmed Supercape 6 - HP 1 - Unharmed

And for Supercape 1d20=6 Boo! Due to drama, the alarm going off, and Suzaku's sneaky sneakiness, I'm giving a suprise round to all heroes. Note this means standard or move round only, not both. Enemies will be flat footed too.

Supercape nodded "at your service, Mr. Victory" impressed with the man's military air. And, to be frank, with the sheer complexity and degree of energy he detected coursing through the flesh and steel body. At Victory's command, he burst through the Bank doors to take in the sight of the two armoured goons threatening all and sundry. "Only two?" he questioned, but there wasn't to be time for debate. They had to take the initiative.

OK there may well be a surprise round, but for prosperity, its initiative roll time For the regular goons 1-4 1d20+1=15 not bad For the leader, despite a much better bonus 1d20+11=15 exactly the same! which is kind of convenient!

You notice an alarm!

"Sounds like an odious kind of gentleman, this Beekeeper. Good mind to pay him a visit myself. " Turning his attention to the ocean again, Quentin continued, "well, after our last underwater escapade, no great hurry to submerge ourselves again, eh? but perhaps there is some algae near the surface? Not an expert, of course, but these things would seem to be important for ecosystems and all that. " He stretched his legs. "Besides which, everyone loves a day out at the seaside don't they? fresh air, ice creams, jellied eels..." he winked at her.

Supercape was gently floating through the sky when he saw Victory hurtle through the air towards the bank. At that speed, he could barely make out the cyborgs features. He certainly couldn't recognise the figure, but then, he admitted to himself that he was hardly an expert on superhero culture. In any case, to travel at that speed towards a bank probably meant he was needed, either to fight or to aid, so he set off after him, and - although unable to match is speed - was soon alighting by his side next to the bank. "Hi there, names Supercape", he saluted. He always felt slightly akward in these situations, so he compensated by increasing the size of his cape still further. "What's going on? need a hand?"

GM "Holy Hollerin' Have-a-go Heroes!" cursed the leader. He pointed at two of his goons. "You two, stay here, we are going to have to sort this out. " With that, the three armoured bank robbers marched into the gentleman's toilets, fully expecting to rip the mobile phone off some innocent bystander. "Jeesh, not a good start, Dave!" said one of the two armoured agents guarding the rest of the crowds. "Shuddup, don't use my name, Pete!" snapped the other, and turned his attention to the cashiers "you two, start loading up the bags, or we start shooting!" and with that, they both hurled two heavy suitcases at the desk.

Victory notices the thugs go in, wearing armour. Dyne, you see a suitable hiding place. Feel free to choose one IC according to your whim. I would suggest something like a customer consultation booth.

"Hmmm... no queen heh?" Quentin scratched his head. "Won't that mean..." he gazed at Bea-trice, not knowing how good the bee's hearing was. "E X T I N C T I O N" he spelt out. "Scary as those things are, biodiversity and all that. And they are actually rather jolly chaps. And chapesses" he added hastily. Damn, I cant even remember if bees have genders... he must be getting old, he concluded. Biology text books seemed so far away. "If that's the case, it would behove one to find the queen as soon as possible!" he deflated "although I suppose you have tried your hardest already. " He gazed at the bee. Fear had turned to sadness. "Rather tragic, really."

Slick got out of the car. He had lived for many years, but this really had him spooked. His father had told him of some of the Nazi occult experiments he had found in WWII.... he shuddered. The motorbike passing by had some mean looking guy on it. Slick needed corroboration. Getting back into his Ferrari, he sped off and drew parallel with the motorbike. "Hey, dude" he yelled, although the air was horribly quiet. "You getting anything strange on the radio?" At that point, both engines started to splutter, and die. The headlights flickered.

"Spiffing!" encouraged Quentin. Not really knowing what else to do, he clapped his hands. He leaned over to Stesha again "Well they certainly seem rather jovial. Can't say I would want to get on the wrong side of them to be honest. Probably good for all the pollen and fertilization and all that. But that's your forte, I would imagine." Friendly as Bea-trice was, he couldn't help but be scared of the immense bee. The raw power and size it had was enough to scare anybody, he imagined. He shuddered again, thinking of what Stesha had said. "Fire breathing you say?"

"Good gracious me!" exclaimed Quentin, visibly shocked. "I've never seen such a thing! An exoskeleton based life form of such magnitude and mass! The energy co-efficient of the wings must be incredible!" Realising he was blabbering again, he stopped himself mid-lecture. "And delighted to meet you to, my apoidean friend!" he exclaimed. "It certainly is a wonderful valley you have here... this...um... beedom valley." He leaned over to Stesha and whispered rather nervously "they don't sting do they?"

GM The weasel bank manager recognised Don almost Immediately, and started applying his "Preferred customer interaction paradigm shifting" workshop course. "Of course, of course, if there is anything I can help you with, I would just like to assure you of our ongoing commitment to high quality service and how much we value your custom and patronage. " This of course, only earned him fierce glares from the ever expanding and sweaty queue. Further grovelling would have to wait, however, as five men in full body armour marched into the Bank. The leader, who appeared to wear heavier armour of silver colouration, fired a blast of pure energy into the ceiling, causing some masonry to tumble to the floor. One poor old lady got hit on the head, fell unconscious, and started bleeding to the screams and shrieks of the customers. "All right then folks. This is a stick up! Don't anybody move. We are only in it for the money!" "Oh dear" mumbled the manager. He hadn't attended his leadership in challenging situations course yet.

Supercape soared through the sky at a leisurely pace, his pace fluttering magnificently behind him. His blue and white costume positively glistened in the air. He had decided a little PR and "standard" superheroics wouldn't go amiss if he was ever to get to grips with his "destiny". So a little patrol in the airways was probably a good idea. And anyway, the weather was hot, the breeze cooling, and... well... sometimes it was just nice to fly! All it needed was the precise manipulation of atomic forces behind him and ahead of him, push and pull, and off he went. It had taken some practice, but now he found it fairly easy. Bother to the science, anyway, today he was just going to enjoy the sensation.

Looks a great character. Grand backstory, to be sure, so it is. I'm not a ref, but two things stand out on first glance. Firstly, the nullify transform, limited to subject of effects seems odd: as nullify could only ever nullify those anyway (unless you are countering I suppose). Secondly, claustrophobia to me is better played as a complication (rule books suggest this), 3pp for a relatively minor penalty after 20 mins seems rather generous. As for suggestions, given 1 rank in those technology feats, I would perhaps consider Eidictic memory or Jack of all trades as an alternative (the feats). I am presuming you are asking for Craft (Electronic) to be used for the artificer feat rather than Craft (Art) or (Structural) - which seems fine to me - wondered if a few ranks in computer may be indicated but that depends on background fluff. Completely poking my nose in, wonder if you might consider awareness (mystic)? I'm not sure exactly how is powers work, but healing powers: drawback, powerloss if cant speak (or rhyme maybe? Finally, the only possible issue with the character you might have - I guess, is lack of mobility, although the artificer feat would work in a push if you could prepare.

Slick sped into the forest in a top range Ferrari. OK, so he perhaps exceeded the speed limit now and again, but only when the traffic was clear. It was midnight, and he had needed to get away from the city for a while. As Felix Fassbinder, he had had a hard days work with the board. He didn't need to do much for the company, but the little he did have to do was generally rough work. The night seemed to have an unnatural chill to it. A shudder washed down his spine. True, he had wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle, but things seemed almost deathly still in the forest. Like he was a bit too far away from the land of the living, so to speak. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and turned on the radio. All he got was some static, with the occasional burst of odd radio stations. Damn, there were some spooky sounds being broadcast. All of a sudden, a woman's voice pierced through the radio "ARISE! ARISE!" He swerved to a stop in the middle of the road, another chill running down his spine.

OOC Thread, should it be needed, for this thread. Mad Dog and Slick get spooked in a forest.

GM At Freedom University, three Archaeology students, Rod, Jane, and Freddy, had been set an assignment. They were not the best of students, but not the worst. However, parties and social activities over the past semester had seen their grades drop. They needed to pick up and pull something out of the bag. As luck would have it, they had stumbled across information what they thought may just be a new Native American burial site in Wharton Forest. So off they had sneaked, hoping for a coup that would see them with straight As for the rest of their undergraduate career. Meanwhile All over Wharton Forest, mobile phone reception started to crackle. Radio communication phased in, then out. People started reporting odd noises. The more neurotic, or some would say astute, started reported they could here whispering, or chanting noises, wind. Some reported nightmares, and shivers down their spines. Maybe the police would have ignored these reports, despite the volume. But many of the concerned citizens reported the same words... "Arise.... Arise..."

OOC Thread for this post. In which Supercape, Victory, Dyne, and Suzaku converge on a bank robbery.

GM It was midday, it was hot, and it was lunchtime. The banks of Freedom City were at their busiest, and both staff and customers were irritable. The air con was on the blink, and they had been having intermittent power failures since 11. The queues were backed up and people had started shouting and complaining. The nervous manager, a middle aged man, balding, sweating, and lacking confidence, had tried to placate the crowd using his "customer engagement in negative circumstances" course, but somehow it didn't translate into real life, and the crowd just hurled abuse at him. Meanwhile Mr Davin Davinport, political advisor to the state, lawyer, right wing campaigner and all-round extremist, had had enough. The country was going to the dogs, godamnit, and someone had to stop the rot. All he needed was enough funds to get his political campaign going. He had found a few disgruntled AEGIS employees, veterans of one fight to many, and too much red tape, who felt the same. They sat in a van outside the bank, donning specialised power armour and checking their plans...