Supercape

GM The dirt and sand kicked up beneath Chromium's wheels. The odd stone and pebble chipped away, clanking against the undercarriage harmlessly but creating an unnerving sound. He kept speed, in principle, with Sir Prize whose motorbike was no faster, no slower. But it was trecheaous. The wind and waves blew in, sometimes meaning Chromium (and Sir Prize) were driving through the wake of waves, and the beach was uneven, going up and down. And driving on wet sand was not ideal. Still, at this breakneck speed, Chromium could see ahead, to the real explosion. All else had been a distraction. It was a research station, to the North of Freedom City. Neutron Industries. And the building was smoking and cracked...

Could I have a drive roll, @Tarrakhash?

GM It would be nice if talking things through would be an easy, nice, solution. Lamentably, Jones was not a bright spark, and as so often the case, his lack of wit made him quite certain that he was right. "Good. Anyone thats involved with these people are scum!" he said, angrily. "And I'm not going to hurt anyone. Not unless they get in my way. Or I find the turdman who is responsible for health and safety" he added. As before, Jones seemed to have pockets of knowledge related to his job. Building maintenance, health and safety regulations, and so on. "If you are so keen on protecting everybody. Get them out of the building. Then i'll blow it up" he said, bluntly.

Just checking, @Exaccus - did Oz make the ref/fort saves vs the spore clouds?

Cap Cosmos Buddy couldn't help but smile inside. The leader was tilted. And hadn't though this through. "Hey, I can. But you have several dozen people here. Anxious, scared people. Some of them drunk. You think you aren't going to be smelling something soon?" he proposed. "And I'm guessing its going to be more than hour. Even if people pay up, you need an exit strategy, and in an hours time this place is going to be surrounded by SWAT, and probably some capes. You need hostages, I guess. Or you have some magic teleport ray or something?" he shrugged. He didn't want to needle the man too much. "Just tell us what you want us to do...best plan now before it gets ugly...."

Sgt Shark Perhaps a noble hero would have waited before sucker punching, or pulling a blaster under a table. But in Sgt Sharks experience, noble heroes were in short supply. They tended to die. No. As this shift in atmospherics turned possible violence into probably violence, he leapt into action. Or, more accurately, swam into action. It was not completely considered at that moment. He had done all the considering much before. Attack the leader. If we can end this quick, its for the best... Who knew what they were dealing with. Aliens? Did they have a hive brain? An autocratic heirachy? A system of subservience? Who knew? But going after the leader was the best bet. And thats what he did. Swimming straight for the leader and biting...

Straight for the kill! Move action: Swim into melee Accurate attack +2, biting the Squid Leader: Bite Squid Leader: 1d20+14 24 hopefully that hits, and if so, a DC 23 Toughness Save. EDIT: Forgot to add; using favoured environment (underwater) to gain +2 to defence (total of 14, 7 flat footed)

Just a prompt to @Thevshithat Tsunami is up - although feel free to react to that last post, @Avenger Assembled

Cap Cosmos How long indeed? I am mightily tempted for NOW! but....patience is a virtue! Especially when a woman had a gun pointed to her head. "Its a good point, Sir" he said to the gunman, a little more stiffly. "A point well made and I am sure heeded. No need to hold the gun quite the close, I should say. A slip of the finger, and you lose a bargaining chip. Plus, as soon as you start shooting, the games over. Nobody wins" he said, bluntly. He needed to show a few teeth, and make the point. "I'm sure you got this all under control, though. Escape plans, contingencies, and what to do if someone tries to escape, or a medical emergency. Or, unless you want this place to start smelling bad, lavatory breaks...." he said, planting the seeds....

GM The question was most pertinent, but it seemed Jones was hard pressed to answer. "Revenge!" came the conclusion after some processing lag. He raised a fist - although in this case it came with an armoured wrench attachment. "These scum hurt a friend of mine!" he explained, honestly and furiously. He decided to emphasise his point by smashing his fist into the nearby wall. The power flickered, and the lights dimmed. Jones may not have been the smartest tool in the box at the university, but he knew a thing or two about building maintenance. Like how to short out the power supply. And it seemed that those wrenches attached to his armoured fists were quite capable of insulation against electric power. The screams and chaos below intensified in the dim red lights of the back up system. "Who are you? Their security?" asked Jones, now turning his attention to the question of whether Justice would help or hinder his cause.

GM The Knights seemed to at least pause in their thinking. Robbing a bank was all very well. All very anarchy. And the prospect of free money, the disinhibition of alcohol and adrenaline. That all added up to a heady, attractive brew. But a silver man waving a power hammer around was another matter. They liked hammers. And they dislike having a hammer in their face. Some cheered. It was, after all, pretty cool. Sir Prize didn't. He was tearing down the beach in a flurry of sand, under the starlight, and didn't look back. The wail of sirens could be heard. The emergency services were kicking into gear. And.... Boom. Far of to the north. Another explosion, or possibly explosions, could be heard! The direction Sir Prize was tearing towards!

You wouldn't be 100% sure - not without some funky supersenses!

GM The building was crumbling around Chromiums arms, but it held. He could hear sounds of tinkling glass and groaning walls above him. He could even feel the tremors through his arms. And yet, the building remained upright. For now. Fascimile, fueled with the power of...well...fuel....and thus possessed of amazing speed, zipped in and out of the building, dodging the occassional falling brick. As he transported the casualties out of the building, he noted two things. Firstly, the prospect of a crumbling bank was an interesting one to a group of anarchists. Nothing seemed to be happening, not yet. And certainly nothing was planned. But there was a murmur of discussion. Was this the prize? Money for all? The idea had been sown. Many were contemplating how they could get there hands on the money. A few were stepping beyond contemplation. But not Sir Prize. He was on his motorcycle, tearing up the beach, northwards.

Done!

Initiative: 1d20+11 28

GM "Who are you?" grumbled Jones. Now, by this time, Justice had some small fame. The stand off in front of the cameras at the Sunny Sunshine centre had certainly raised her profile. And the lurid reporting of Jack Jackson had magnified the position. Not everybody - by any means - knew of Justice, but she was well known. Jones, however, was a man of simple simplicity, and not a man who really kept his finger on the pulse of current events. He looked down to his armour. On closer inspection, only his right leg and left arm looked like Justice armour. The rest looked like knock off copies, cobbled together from spare parts. Still, an impressive feat of work. And the pincer like wrenches at the ends of the arms were certainly nothing like anything Robin had done. "This is my armor. Not yours!" he said. His style of communication did lack a certain intelligence, a certain eloquence. But it was passionate. "And I'm going to bring this place down!" he said, intentions clear. His hand-wrenches clickity clicked together to emphasise the point.

Cap Cosmos "Easy, Trish" said Buddy, softly. "I'm just trying to help everyone get out of this little story alive" he explained. If she was in on the act, then she was acting well. Was the vapid personality just a disguise? He tried poking slightly. "What do you suggest, Trish? It's all very well spitting defiance, but I can't see its going to do us any good. Just get us killed. Maybe get a lot of people killed. After all, what good is money if you aren't alive to spend it, eh?" he posed. "I am right?" he asked the gunman leader.

Sure thing!

So I realised it wasnt Dreadnoughts turn anyway! But lets leave it stand! Round 3 23 - Voin - Bruised - 2 HP 20 - Dreadnought - Bruised - 1 HP 0 - Giants [1,2] - Unharmed 0 - Giant [3] - Staggered, Bruised Voin is up!

Several outside. There are five people unconscious left on the ground floor, that Fax has triaged (of sorts!) Rounding up/downishywishy a STR of 65 would hold up the building. Or, if using extra effort, a STR of 60 (for 1 round, but whose counting). Chromiums current lifting STR is 40. It would seem a reasonable stunt to get super STR 6 (+30 additional effective str) of his metallic cybernetics array - but that is entirely your decision based on your head-cannon of how chromium functions!

Lets skip that hp in the spirit of honesty and good narrative. Do you want to post that clumsy swing!?

GM The light engulfed the Mushroom Man who let loose a horrible sound that sounded awfully like a virulent form of gastritis after a particularly spicy meal. Despite the unpleasant sound, the job was done. The mushroom man stiffened and fell flat on his...well...almost face. With a squelch. The other five mushroom men strained, as if they wished to emit something noxious from some orifice. In fact, this was the case; but obviously they were not of human or even animal biology. And "pop" of popping spores, and they emitted a fine grey dust into the air. With all five so determined, it was thick and vital - and how this fungal dust entered the nostrils, the skin, the eyes! Penny dashed away, as quick as a bolt of lightning, and Boddyflock was not far behind. But his men, alas, had not his tactical acumen or expertise. They were engrossed with the addictive, livid, excitement of cutstab...and would not retreat. Alas, the fungal dust overcame them in a moment, and they were rolling around on the mushroom floor, vomiting, sneezing, trembling, and other less palatable biological functions were less loose. Perhaps this was the aim. It was excellent fertilisation.

Five Mushroom Men left. They are all going to release spores! Ill treat this as an "aid" attack with abit of wibbly wobbly to stop it getting out of hand. The combined effect will be a Nauseate 10 cloud area attack. i.e. DC 20 Reflex Saves and DC 20 or 15 Fort Saves. Penny Coin: Reflex Save: 1d20+12 26 with evasion 2 avoids the cloud altogether. Reflex Saves: 5#1d20+10 20 11 12 13 14 Boddy Flock makes his reflex save (and has evasion 2), the other sprites do not. Fort Saves: 4#1d20+2 10 4 18 3 awful rolls, and to keep things simple, I will say they are all completely helpless from the Nauseate effect. Meaning Oswald is up next!

GM Fascimile could tell that none of the unconscious victims of the explosion were dead. Or even dying - at least not in the next minute or two. Broken bones, bloodied noses, but nothing a bit of hospital care couldn't put right - or at least almost right. That didn't mean they were out of danger, not by any means. Masonry was falling all around them. Splintered glass fell everywhere. Crunching sounds above indicated the top floors were collapsing in on themselves. They had seconds. And the dust was so bad it was getting hard to breathe.

Thats good for me. And yes, thats a good assumption for Chromium!