Supercape

That hits! Tough Save: 1d20+12 13 and a great start! It is not a minion, but as that is a natural 1 ill bend the rules and say it is knocked clean out! (and comedic knockback effect too!) Meaning Dreadnought is up!

Ronin "Heads up, sunshine. Time to eat lead!" It wasn't the best line Ronin had cracked out, but he fixed one of the Cultists with an evil stare, and showed no trace of anything but utter confidence. Plus, he had a gun. Ok, so it wasn't going to splatter the Cultists brains over the side of the wall (if this cultist even had any brains) as he had his mercy switch on the Street Special, but he wasn't going to let on about that, was he? Instead, in one smooth flick, he took a side step, aimed and fired. And it was a good shot, too. The Iron Fist flew from the smoking barrel and was ready to hit hard. Enough to give a grown man a headache, but keep his brains in one piece.

Ok, so Move Action: Fast Demoralise against Cultist 2 Demoralise Cultis: 1d20+13 14 Standard Action: UNshifted Blast 4 (Penetrating 4) on Cultist 2 Blasts Cultists: 1d20+14 23

Cap Cosmos Lingering regrets about his caustic remark were soon forgetten when the Gunmen came in. For an instant, he forgot he was almost bulletproof and had the strength to crush steel. That was Buddy Brand from last year. But then... He had his costume tucked away in his wallet (that was unstable molecules for you), but he had no where to change. He wondered if he could turn one-dimensional, hide from view. But too many eyes. He didn't want to reveal his super secret identity! Selfish, he knew. What if someone died because of his reluctance? Decision made. He could lament its lack of wisdom later. Instead, he upturned one of the table and took cover in case they started firing. He started looking for an exit. Maybe somewhere to run and hide? Or at least somewhere he would not be seen?

Lets go for secret ID then (and complication if you deem it worthy!)

Ok! So taking your advice here what works best? On the one hand buddy could ping to 1 dimension and turn invisible. However he may not be able to do that if observed, essentially a secret ID complication which might be fun but may write the narrative up a dead end?

GM The humdrum of sedate business continued under Robin's watchful eye. She spotted at least a couple if employees who were highly active in concealing their inactivity. They regularly strolledin and out, back and forth, looking busy by shuffling the exact same papers in their hands. But the humdrum monotony was broken when Robin spotted a figure fall from the sky and land on the roof. At this distance, she couldn't make out the details but he (or she) seemed large, somewhat ungainly, and armoured... The landing caused a loud noise, and the employees of neutron industries looked at each other. "What was that?" Was the question, and nobody has a good answer....

Cap Cosmos Was there anything else? Buddy had the sense he was missing something. Maybe he was blocking it out; he realised he didn't like Tricia, and didin't like her boyfriend either. Perhaps, perhaps he was even bored of them. They were the rotten side of celebrity. "No, I wouldn't detain you any longer, ma'am" he said graciously. He tried to think of a good excuse. But he could only come up with a cutting one. And couldn't resist saying it. "Besides, I must excuse myself. My hyena is on fire" he said, dead-pan. Before she could respond, he turned around and took a generous gulp of champagne.

GM And so... Neutron Industries, as it turned out, had a laboratory - office - mysterious building kind of thing going on just a few blocks away. It was all glass and steel, and pleasant grounds, and concrete bunkers underground to stop anything glowing reaching the human population. It's industrial safety record was appaling, but it was canny enough to at least put up a plausible defence against any litigation. The above ground levels were moderately secure, and where everybody seemed to do the day to day work. However, there were a couple of levels below ground, accessed by elevators, which seemed considerably more tough to get into... There were a few security guards in the reception. Nothing serious, but enough to deter the average snooper. ID badges were worn by the people going in and out, and seemed to function as pass-cards to the more secure parts of the facility.

Notice: 1d20+6 10

GM The man sank to his knees, quite dazed and confused. He mumbled something about a walrus and two pencils (testament to the blossing unconsciousness in his brain rather than representing anything useful), then quickly slumped backwards, out cold. The other four thugs were now essentially helpless. True, they were armed, but hadn't a clue what was going on. They hardly dared fire - they might hit each other, or, even worse, catch a bad ricochet. They grunted, groaned, and wailed. Some tried to effect some veneer of bravery ("Come here! Ill get you!") which they tried to spice up with various expletives, but everybody (including them) knew the game was up. They could try and save some face, but even that was a difficult task...

That still hits a minion, and we can end combat there!

Flux "It is as I left it" commented Flux, scanning the station (and the ambient radio waves) with his remarkable brain. He floated gently in lifeless environs of the station, his space-costume generating comfortable localised gravity. He had never liked the nausea of zero gravity. The suit compensated magnificently (in his humble opinion!) "Or it seems to be as I left it" he added, a note of caution. "Bar the spacetime anomaly, of course" he added again. "Which I imagine originates somewhere in the centre of the station. Given the significant danger it poses, and with the presumption that we are not in a screaming rush, I am going to suggest we don't split up to find it!" Besides, he was hopeful that he could try and triangulate a more precise location this close.

This is heating up to a brawl! @Thevshi, @Avenger Assembled, @Tiffany Korta, do you want to do anything before the bullets, poison darts, and Daka-beams start flying? (and if not, some initiative rolls!)

GM It was a laborious process, working through Anna's fuzzy head. By her account - and a hazy and inaccurate account it surely was - Robin's best guess was that Anna had applied for a work internship at Neutron industries. Anna had been trying to expose Neutron's appaling safety records. She had come across a metaphasic reactor - something experimental using z-space energy (or some other vague notion) - and in the course of her poking around (arguably illegally) she had been exposed to a leak (or something like a leak). She was now in hospital with synaptic damage (or something like that), and worse, Neutron were breathing down her neck with lawyers claiming "industrial espionage" and "reckless endangerment" and other such terms. This might have been a ploy, to get her to shut up by using these threats as leverage. Neutron was dirty in more ways than one....

Cap Cosmos "Whoa buddy, I'm sure you could!" said Buddy, taking a step back despite himself. "Good thing this a gala rather than a boxing ring, huh?" he smiled. He didn't wish to rile up a drunk, although he was pretty sure he could. Buddy always thought the best way to get people to hang was feed them enough rope. Suck em in, then hang them high. Sure, people were getting wise to his act, but it was still his trusted technique. Well, it was probably based on Frost/Nixon, but still. It worked for him. Buddy had the rather sinking feeling that sooner or later Tricia would torpedo her own boat. Probably later, but she had a kind of lazy craziness. Maybe she could ride that train for a while, but the wheel would come off some day. Media being media, maybe she could ride the wreckage too. Why is she calling me Mister like that? he honestly had no clue. He caught the emphasis, but... I wish I could read minds sometimes. Then again, maybe I don't. The fool worries what people think about themselves. The smart don't. But the truly wise? They realise that people probably weren't thinking about them in the first place.... "You to make a great pair!" he lied, raising his glass again. Wondering if fireworks would light up the evening.

GM The sword connected with mail with a pleasant "TING!" sound, and a few little sparks. The crowd cheered, and the Knight doubled over, grunting in pain. Not enough to wind him, but enough for Chromium to take him down to the sand, with his arms clenched around the Knight's arms and shoulders. The Knight scrabbled around vainly trying to break Chromium's grip, but the victory was complete. The Knight was a fairly strong fellow, but had nowhere near the strength of Chromium, who was powered by more than muscle and bone. "VICTORY!" yelled Sir Prize, and the crowd went wild! A firework was set off. Rather carelessly, but fortunately it didn't explode in anyone's face. The bested Knight pounded the sand in frustration, his mailed hands getting clogged up with wet sand. "And now! With two contenders left! THE PRIZE!" said Sir Prize. The two contenders being Chromium and Fascimile. "I am MOST VEXED that my only knights could not defeat you STOUT WARRIORS!" he laughed through his full helm. "But I SALUTE YOUR BRAVERY!" He held a big keg of beer in each hand and offered it to Chromium and Fascimile. "NOW THEN!" he finished. "WOULD YOU DO ME THE HONOR OF FIGHTING EACHOTHER?"

An easy win, and we can finish up the melee there! FLAWLESS VICTORY! :)

Cap Cosmos Buddy was beginning to feel that Miss Thorne had all the depth of a petri dish that had entered the "shallowest petri-dish of the year" award, and was likely to win. Vapidity was a common enough trait in the world of Media, but it usually concealed itself with a veneer of intelligence. He didn't feel there was any veneer here. But perhaps he was being too cynical. Then again, perhaps he was being too perceptive. And he felt there was a bite to Miss Thorne. "I see your point" he said. "Very charitable of you, shows your heart!" he said, giving her a smile and a lift of his champagne glass to salute her. He was already changing his mind about putting her on the Brand report. It would only be of interest by making her look foolish. And he really wasn't inclined to do that. It was always possible she was a crafty manipulator who presented herself as vapid. He had seen that more than once, too. "Just hope you have a good agent to make sure the world sees that golden ticker of yours!"

GM A bang it was! A flare of brilliant light that caught the thugs by surprise. A few panicked shots rang out from a few of the mobsters. But if you couldn't see, you couldn't aim. And if you couldn't aim, you would be lucky to hit an elephant at ten paces without some serious zen-ninja skills. And these were Italian mobsters, not Yakuza. One of the men seemed to have looked away at the last minute, and more by luck than judgement wasn't seeing a white blur. He took a BAN...BAM-BAM! couple of shots at Talon, but even if he could see, he was panicking, and his gun trembling. And he turned to run. The others might of too, but if you are on the top of a building thirty foot from hard concrete below, and blind, running was arguably more dangerous than staying around....

Thats a lot of reflex saves! Reflex Saves: 10#1d20+1 15 16 18 20 6 4 14 6 2 13 So the first five are area saces: and #2,3,4,and 5 all make it, lowering subsequent saves to DC 13. The actual saves follow, and all fail bar number 3 (who only makes it due to the area reflex save). So, one thug left, who will respond with some panicked shots at Talon (which will kick in before he stealths, as we have bypassed initiative). Bam! Bam Bam!: 1d20+2 5 Missing. So we dont get to caught up in a low level fight, im going to bypass the recovery rolls - unless there is an inordinate amount of time, and they stay dazzled! Talon is therefore up again, with four blinded and one panicked thug, and in stealth.

GM "I'm a bit fuzzy....." said Anna, who was clearly more than a bit fuzzy. She was barely awake. "They do research....in whats it called energy...." she mumbled. That part was clear. Neutron industries, obviously, did research in atomic energy - or esoteric energies of any type. If it was carbon based or natural, they dabbled. "...some kind of error....I got a headful of metaphrscskhs...." she slurred, falling asleep. She started snoring. Her right leg went into a fasciculation, and she woke up, groaning. "...metaphasic radiation!" she grunted, pain sharpening her head. "Caused nerve damage...." she said, sadly. "I only took the internship to try and bring them down!" she said, angrily again.

GM "Neutron...Industries" slurred Anna. "My head's like its full of mush...." she nodded weakly towards the drip. "They got me on some anticonvulsants. Had a seizssszzure. Can't remember much..." she said, a little drop of anger cutting through her drowse. "Brain damage, they say....can't feel my right leg.....epilespy....the shcansss....." she dropped off a second, that jolted awake. "The scans show something in my brain. Can you believe it. Damn Neutron......they aren't safe.....whatever you do, don't go working there....." She closed her eyes a moment then jolted awake again. "....I'm gonna....take them down!" she swore, vehemently. If anything could cut through her sluggish tongue, it was this - her angry determination.

GM The Fungi looked at each other, a bit bewildered. "Har Harrrr Harrrrrr!" they rumbled after a pause. "CUT STAB!" yelled Boddyflock, dancing on his pointed shoes. "Although that was quite funny!" he added, conceding the point. Penny giggled at the ridiculous nature of the enterprise. "Enough of this nonsense!" said Lorenzo, who had the sense of humour of a glacier. A particularly humourless glacier, at that. "We have come here to find a cure to my ailment. I sense the good king can help us. Why, his growths reek with elemental power!" "GET ME OUT OF HERE! WHATEVER YOU, DONT TELL THEM ANY MORE JOKES! THEY WILL MAKE YOU KING!" screamed the half insane mushroom king, yelling and echoing around the enormous mushroom hall. "Har Harrrrr Harrrrrr! Anotherrrr! Anotherrrr!" mumbled the mushroom men in unison.

Cap Cosmos Faux delight. Media 101! She might not even be drunk - although in his experience it was usually drunk celebs pretending to be sober rather than the otherway around. Not to mention all the illegal intoxicants that flowed through this river of society. Perhaps it was more than the champagne? "Of course" he answered. "My pleasure. Good cause!" he nodded. "I couldn't be more delighted!" This was the dance of pitter patter. A superficial sheen of niceties that were half meant. It was not malign, merely ritualistic. Refugees? I wonder why. And if ones wonders, one asks! "Can I ask why you chose this cause? Something close to your heart?"