KnightDisciple

Alek didn't quite tense when The Guest clapped him on the shoulder, but he was a bit surprised at the contact. He hadn't quite pegged his instructor for the sort to just clap one on the shoulder. Showed what he knew, it seemed. Still, he gave a similar not-quite-smile back. He followed quietly into the elevator, his mind not being able to resist memorizing the ten-digit code, assuming his short-term sensei didn't obscure the pad with his body. When the doors opened, he was perhaps a half-stride behind the alumni. At the question, he tilted his own head, looking nowhere in particular for a moment. Finally, he shrugged, and, looking out of the corner of his eye, answered the question with a question. "About?"

For several long moments the young man stayed silent, but did seem to slow (or stop, if necessary) to listen to Starshot. Finally, he spoke. "Should at least get beyond initial "landing zone". Try to scrounge up weapons. Could strip a few branches for spears and staves. Use larger leaves to hold some food supplies for a few hours at least. Probably good to be able to fend off more big cats. Can't always kick them to sleep." While there was just a hint of light teasing in that line, Vonnie could somehow tell that the grim young man was showing him respect. "I'd prefer caves or shelter, but if we're in Brazil that's not likely. Maybe find some larger trees we can use as cover. Probably better to not set camp up. Can't panic. Real question is how soon they strike. Hard to tell if they're impatient or if they want us to sweat a bit. I just want gone from here." He shrugged, but didn't move away from the others. Then his posture shifted, and he looked directly at Starshot. "Appreciated if in future, familial relation not insinuated." In other words he wanted the older man to stop calling him "son".

Cobalt Templar had crossed his arms over his chest after tucking the Indigo Ring away. He didn't seem to really buy into the strange man's explanations. "Wraith has the right of it. Maybe there is some sort of danger coming, but how you went about this is all wrong. Why didn't you go to one of the dozens of hero groups and ask them for help? You're still making it hard to trust you, making excuses for how you behaved, trying to treat what you've been doing, the path you've been on, as nothing major. Should have been a red flag to you." He sighs, and rubs the bridge of his nose for a moment. "But since you're such a repentant naughty puppy who just wanted to save everyone, part of me is inclined to just get the **** thing over with and take you to the **** spring so you can quit with the persecuted hero act. So, you know what? Fine, let's go. You misbehave, you take a nap and we take your other shiny away." His tone brooked no argument.

Gabriel gave the man a sympathetic look. Certainly what had occurred here would be no comfort to any rational being. But then Frost spoke, and the angel-inspired hero's gaze whipped over to the resident arcanist. Well. One of the resident arcanists, anyways. Then the white-clad man turned back to Henri, a very slight smile on his face. "This is not your fault, Henri. It sounds like a third party...hijacked the call, as it were. Please, go with Fleur de Joie back to the others. We shall look to the matters here." After Fleur took a few moments to run Henri back to town and return, Gabriel donned his not-quite-patented Serious Face. "So our objective is twofold, then? Rescue of the people we can reach, and closure of this portal? Unless it would be possible to drive these Anopheles off of the other Earth entirely?"

"Focus for today is survival." The scarred young man, who still had yet to give a hint to his own name or hero name or anything like that, kept moving at a steady pace that he likely could keep up for a while. His eyes roved around, never settling too long in one place. "Fight who and what we have to to get out. Not playing by their rules. They want us to stay, make traps, fight back on their rules. Don't want to play by their rules. Have more important things to do." He stopped and turned to the others for a moment. The ghost of a smile was on his lips. "My boss will help make sure this doesn't happen again." Then he resumed his previous pace into the jungle.

The terse young man nodded at Vonnie as the other youth kicked the big cat into unconsciousness. He held on a moment longer, then let the beast drop to the ground, rolling off with practiced smoothness. As if this wasn't the first time he'd choked a breathing organism into submission. He turned to watch the recording that Starshot picked up. The only sign of any reaction was a slight tightening of the fists, and a bit more tension in his scarred shoulders. "Hn." The tension was gone. Instead, there was just focus. Almost like a laser. "Need to keep moving. Maybe try to scavenge usable supplies from the land. We have some serial killers to stop." And with that he set off at a rapid but quieter-than-it-ought-to-be pace, away from the unconscious big cat, further into the jungle.

Thoughtspeed shot a sloppy salute toward Stronghold, but didn't make a move toward her construct. "Tempting, but don't really need it. I'll see all of you slowpokes at the Museum!" He crouched for just a moment, like a runner at the blocks...and then was gone! His black-clad form quickly moved out of sight, a mere blur of black with a couple bits of green here and there where his Morphic Molecule costume let that strange kinetic energy build up and then discharge safely (to both Thoughtspeed and those around him). As he ran, the world seemed to slow down. Objectively he knew it wasn't like what happened with his father; time was still moving the same. Will was just going very, very fast. In fact, some days he worried if he'd ever be as fast as his father; when he went all-out right now, he occasionally had to struggle to keep his mind going fast enough to not face-plant at 200 miles an hour. Whoops, almost tripped over a poodle. He needed to stay in the zone right now...

There was a black blur across the ground, with twin trails of green motes of energy, before for a couple of seconds, Thoughtspeed was standing in front of the robot that almost looked like it was made of quicksilver. His own hands held blazing swords of energy. "You tin cans can just stuff it and go back home!" The swords blur in a complicated pattern...that is perhaps too complicated, as it doesn't really seem to hit home at all. Still, it's not an overly large risk, as he quickly moves in that same blurring speed to end up not too far from where he was. There he crouched, ready for the next twist in the fight.

Another speedster? This shall not stand! Move Action: Use Move-By-Action to attack Speeding Robot but end up like 5 feet over from where he started. Free Action: Set Kinetic Blades Array to Twin Blades AP. Standard Action: Attack the Speeding Robot! Melee Attack: 17. That...probably doesn't hit.

Will sighed inside of his mind when he saw they weren't going to take the reasonable route. And then he remembered he was a psychic who could talk to people with his brain. He only just managed to avoid smacking his forehead. They were a bit far out from the school, but he could just manage it... It took him a moment before he found the staff member assigned to "watch duty" for the night, and sent a brief mental message giving an update and asking that the Freedom League be contacted quietly about the matter. Externally, he seemed to just be hanging back and nodding his head slightly. "Okay, fair enough. To the Museum we go! But, uh, buddy? You might want to stow the giant space gun first."

Gabriel was only moments behind Fleur, his eyes having snapped open when he pinpointed the man running through the trees while imploring saints and other figures for protection. He arrived in a blur of white and silver, a calming smile on his face as he held his hands up in a calming gesture. "Peace, my friend. You are safe now. Whatever is happening, we will make sure it is put right. Please. Can you tell us what happened, to the best of your knowledge and recollection?" He lowered his arms, trying to keep his posture very relaxed as he spoke to the extremely nervous man. "We do not believe you intended any of this, and just need what your own eyes saw. It may help us know what to do to fix this."

Gabriel had taken a few minutes, to be thorough, but he didn't feel that shocked when he came up empty-handed on his search. Instead, he opted for landing at the church as Fleur was giving aid to the victims there. He landed just as she was asking about how many there were. "Velocity's right. Based on their group name, there could be...well, I guess thirteen, since Gemini is apparently two people. So we've got a force whose potency in combat is at least roughly equal to ours. Or...really, equal to the Freedom League. And they're smart enough to not fight it out if it's not in their favor." His frown wasn't visible to everyone on the commlink, so he continued. "I can try casting some nets out when we get back to Freedom City. Make some calls. See if anyone's heard of them. But I certainly haven't. Then again, it feels like we're in an arms race these days. Lots of shifting power blocs, too. I don't like it."

Okay, submitted an edit with the non-powered ID below a line. Same format as the super-ID or whatnot. Lot less PP though.

Aha, okay, I had not been aware of that. Is it requested that the Normal ID sheet be below the "full power" sheet in a spoiler? Or...I'll look at Thrude's sheet and adjust appropriately.

*Nods* I think it's something I'll add in later. I like it, but it feels like something that should develop out. I'm also considering giving him a couple of extra rings around his forearms, not unlike those used for training purposes by practitioners of Hung Ga kung fu. Each might have several small ribbons trailing off of it.

Edit was to tweak some stuff in Appearance.

Some good ideas there, Ari, thank you! I'm using the "bristly sideburns" idea, but for now I'm holding off on making them white. I might mix that in later on, though. The tattoo is interesting, but doesn't feel right for right now. As for the circlets, I'm not sure if we have the same mental image...what I've got pictured is a bronze bracelet that has an inset ribbon that eventually gets stuff on it. Are you more thinking each of the circlets has ribbons trailing off? EDIT: His Character Bank sheet/thread has the updates applied.

Gabriel's default expression at this point was "deep frown", and he occasionally tapped the butt of his spear against the ground as he listened to the others. Then, something Super-Bee said registered with him, and he looked up at her, his eyes intense. "Voices? Human voices? Yes, good. That means they can't be too far. I hope." He folded his legs and was sitting in midair, his weapon now laid across his lap, his hands resting on his knees. His eyes were closed, and his face was relaxed...but his posture radiated tension and concentration. "Let's see what I can find..." And with that, he began to stretch out his hearing, far beyond what most any mortal could do...

Alek had the good grace to blush a bit at The Guest's admonishment. He simply nodded, his eyes dropping down for a moment in a seemingly programmed-in gesture of contrition and repentance. It seemed in his eagerness to provide information he had thought requested, he over-stepped bounds. While well-mannered and polite, it revealed an idiosyncrasy that made Alek more...human. A trait that was important, at least in the inner circles, among heroes like the two of them. He blinked at the second question, before his eyes widened, and the blush returned for a moment. This time, he just gave a nod and continued. "Don't have a good read on Elias. He's quieter than me. Keeps to himself. But seems solid, efficient, respectable. Couple years' class difference, too. Not in the same social circles." He smirks a bit as he continues. "Juno's...peppy. Energetic. Good heart. Probably going to be one of those heroes who's a big peacemaker. Tries to negotiate in fights. Not a bad thing. Just...not as much my style. Teased me about being "too serious". Had to try and explain it's just another mask. Still, reliable. Trustworthy. Hero." The Guest probably could understand that. "Gunnar is...larger than life. Different raising. Has an effect on him. I've heard him grumble about not getting beer in the mess hall before. Not a drunkard, though; seems more cultural. Good guy. Not very subtle, though. The sort you'd want watching your back any day of the week. Also, doesn't snore, which is a plus when you're roommates and keep to different Circadian rhythms."

The young man next to Vonnie simply gave him a look for a few moments, not reacting either physically or verbally. When the other young hero glanced back toward the treeline and where Starshot was, and then back...the teenager wearing the tribal mask was gone. A few moments of situational awareness revealed it wasn't cowardice, though. Instead, he was sprinting right at the jaguar. But instead of doing something so stupid as just punch or kick it in the face (which would at least win points for having cajones the size of New Jersey), he actually propelled himself into the air with a running leap. It wasn't a big leap, mind; just enough to get past the swiping claws and gnashing teeth of the jungle predator. And enough to put him roughly over the creature...where he promptly snaked an arm around the cat's neck and wrapped his legs directly in front of its hind legs. Not the most graceful of poses, but it lent him a certain amount of leverage and power that he would be able to put to good use over the next few moments. It seemed like, from what Starshot and Vonnie could see, the young man was planning on choking the big cat until it was unconscious. A bold if workable plan.

Right, time to do something really, really stupid. Move Action: Get next to Jaguar. Standard Action: Grappling time! First, a Melee Attack: 27. That should hit. Grapple Check: 13. ...HP Re-rolling: 21, but with the reroll that becomes a 31.

Alek heard the musings of The Guest, but knew this was not an invitation for comment. Everyone needed a chance to reflect on things large and small. Instead he opted for trying to remember what he could about the students he'd seen in front of himself. Names, abilities, other bits of information. Knowledge was power. But when there was so much to learn in so little time, it could prove challenging... He took up the same position he had kept previously when they started moving again, almost as if they'd never halted in the first place. His eyebrows rose a bit at the question, but he spoke up after pondering it. "Roommate is Gunnar. Goes by Solvrytter. Solid guy, good fighter, not subtle. Both friends with Juno, goes by Polarity; she's newer to the business." The Guest knew that Alek meant in comparison to himself, which wasn't hard, but the implication was that Gunnar was at things a bit longer than most teen heroes, too. Interesting, if true. "Also worked with a senior, Elias, goes by Errant. Psychic. Broody. Seems like a dependable sort, though. School's trying out a new system, we're all technically members of Next-Gen, but we've got multiple teams."

Gabriel is going to activate his super-communication power slot in his Array. But this time the focus is on giving himself 20 miles worth of hearing to notice any audible speech (which he can then understand) around his person. Notice Check: 35. So. Uh. That's a thing.

Player Name: KnightDisciple Character Name: Sun Walker, Exceedingly Prime Savant-Warrior Power Level: 10/11 (150/161PP) Trade-Offs: +5 Attack / -5 Damage (Unarmed); +2 Defense / -2 Toughness Unspent Power Points: 11 In Brief: A Chinese-American man imbued with a fragment of power from Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, Sun Walker now walks the Earth and travels the cosmos, championing the defenseless and often causing trouble for those uptight villainous sorts! Theme: Thunderball, Johnny Cash Catchphrase: "Pardon me." Alternate Identity: Daniel Jeremiah Lee Identity: Secret (On Earth); Semi-Secret (In Space) Birthplace: Seattle, Washington, USA Occupation: Electrical Power and Energy Engineer at Diablo Canyon Power Plant (Earth/Terra); Wandering Adventurer and Hero, Occasional Electrician (Galaxy Beyond Terra) Residence: San Luis Obispo, California, USA (Earth/Terra); *To Be Determined* Base of Operations: *To Be Determined* Affiliations: California Polytechnic State University (alma mater); Diablo Canyon Power Plant (employer); Institute of Electrical and Electronic Engineers (IEEE) Power and Energy Society (member); IEEE Power Electronics Society (member); Association of Energy Engineers (member); *To Be Determined* Family: Brian Lee (Father; Deceased); Alison Lee (Mother, Deceased); Heng Lee (Paternal Grandfather; Deceased); Bao Lee (Paternal Grandmother; Deceased); Chun Zhang (Maternal Grandfather; Deceased); Mei Zhang (Maternal Grandmother; Deceased); Sun Wukong (Distant Ancestor) Description: Age: 34 (DoB: August 21, 1980) Apparent Age: Late 20s to Early 30's Gender: Male Ethnicity: Chinese Height: 5'8" (normal); 6'3" (transformed) Weight: 160lbs (normal); 200lbs (transformed) Eyes: Brown (normal); Gold (transformed) Hair: Dark Brown (normal); Black (transformed) Daniel Jeremiah Lee is a man of fairly average, if athletic, height and build. His brown hair is kept in a simple and fairly short haircut of no real distinction. When working at Diablo Canyon, he is typically found in one of the rugged blue work jumpsuits all the technicians, electricians, and engineers seem to sport. On occasion he dons a suit (primarily for important meetings), but more commonly he wears well-kept jeans and a nicer shirt. This same style tends to blend over into his (self-admittedly limited) social life. When at martial arts practice he wears a fairly traditional black-with-white-accents outfit. When off in space, Daniel tends to wear more casual clothing, with jeans and a t-shirt being his most "formal" in most cases, and often wearing worn, rugged work pants, or some iteration of sport-style clothing, when living and working on the ship. Sometimes he is seen wearing his martial arts practice outfit. When in the form of Sun Walker, he is a radically different person, at least as far as looks go. His overall body grows several inches and gains several pounds of pure muscle. His build is still lean and favors speed and flexibility over raw power, but it's undeniably the physique of a warrior. His hair turns black, becomes rather spiky and wild, and grows to the point it gains some volume and reaches almost to the bottom of his shoulder blades. It also includes sideburns that blend into modest mutton chops; this stretch of his hair is even more pronounced, having a definite bristly texture to it. His brow becomes ever-so-slightly more pronounced, in a way that gives him a primal look without detracting from the sharp intelligence that shines in his eyes. His jaw and cheeks seem to gain thicker, harsher lines as well, giving a faintly simian air to his appearance. His canines become a bit longer and more pronounced. Much of his body becomes covered in a fine dark red fur, though his fingers, neck, and face are left bare. From the base of his spine sprouts a tail (just like a monkey) that he normally keeps wrapped snugly around his waist, though it can quickly and easily extend to surprising lengths. His outfit in this form is just as unique and flashy as his general appearance. His feet bear open-toe leather sandals that look to be quite sturdy. He wears pants that are a dark golden color, with a sash at the waist of a matching fabric and shade, the two ends sitting on the left side of his waist, hanging down about a foot or so. Over his torso is only a vest, bearing patterns depicting monkeys and apes frolicking about. At his wrists and ankles he bears bronze circlets, each about an inch wide overall. Recessed just a bit and held firmly in place by the raised "lip" of the circlet is a blue ribbon about 3/4" wide. This ribbon seems to be made of glossy silk. Power Descriptions: Daniel has been imbued with a fragment of the power of Sun Wukong, the Monkey King. However, at this time his mortal body cannot handle that power around the clock, and so it will lie "dormant" unless he calls upon it. When he does call up his power, it takes him a few moments of meditative concentration. Once transformed, Daniel, or Sun Walker as he prefers to be called in that guise, is a specimen of physical power. While certainly not as strong and tough as some of the true powerhouses of Earth (and beyond), he is more than capable of holding his own, with his bare hands, against any number of foes. The supernatural level of skill in martial arts he seems to possess certainly contributes to this. Of course, this strength is coupled with a body that is also much hardier and agile, as well. And with that agility comes a superhuman speed, one that lets him match a high-performance car. Coupled with his natural ability to crawl and move about on most surfaces, and the three-dimensional movement options his incredibly strong tail brings, and while Sun Walker cannot fly, he can come quite close to it in most circumstances. His skin is tough enough he can often shrug off small arms fire, and his system actually needs very little in the way of oxygen input. In effect, he can "hold his breath" for huge amounts of time, surviving in hostile enough conditions that he might as well not need to breath at all. Further, the same power and vigor that lets him move and fight long and survive more lets him laugh off extreme pressures, either high or low. In effect, he could walk on the floor of an ocean or the surface of an airless rock and not really care that much. It might chap his lips a bit. History: All of Daniel's grandparents immigrated to the United States with their families at a young age. Circumstances and coincidence (Heng often called it "fate") meant that even as they all worked hard to make it in the "Land of Opportunity", they ended up finding each other. The two couples were, at first, separated quite a bit, but time and children meant they all ended up in the same town. Then Brian and Alison met, and the rest, as they often say, is history. While Daniel's grandparents all worked blue-collar jobs of one stripe or another (with Chun doing a bit of teaching in a local martial arts dojo for a long time on the side), Brian was an accountant, and Alison an up-and-comer in the rapidly-growing Silicon Valley industry. While neither of them became truly rich, they were both quite comfortable, and more than able to provide for their only child, Daniel, who ended up pursuing an engineering degree, which certainly has never been cheap. Daniel found himself excelling in the engineering program at California Polytechnic State University. In particular, he found that he had a strong knack for working with electrical systems; he noted more than once that it just came naturally to him. His excellence in academics meant it wasn't overly trying for him to find work once he graduated. His first job was a fairly minor one at a power plant not far from CPSU, but between his outstanding performance and his membership in multiple professional societies, it wasn't too long before he began working at a nearby nuclear power plant. However, things inevitably weren't perfect. While he certainly wasn't anti-social, Daniel had trouble creating deeper connections with most people, coworkers or otherwise. Some part of himself always felt a bit restless, but he could never pin down over what. So he settled for just being the friendly, helpful guy at work who was really, really good at his job. But just a few years ago, Brian Lee was involved in a car accident that left him partially crippled and in ill health. Daniel helped pay for his parents to move in with him, and he did what he could to help both his father and his mother (who was partially retired, but was herself having some health problems). Unfortunately, the damage from the accident took its toll, and within a year, Brian passed away. Daniel coped, barely, but his mother wasn't quite the same afterwards. She tried, and for a while things were going better, but she contracted a bad case of the flu that morphed into a case of pneumonia. Just under two years after Brian passed away, so did Alison, leaving Daniel with no living family in the country. His second cousins and more distant uncles and other family all lived in China, with many of them in Hong Kong. Daniel took an extended trip (he had quite a bit of vacation saved up) to see them and try to connect, but ultimately felt more comfortable back home in the States. He and his family continued to exchange the occasional letter, but it was definitely a case of "living in different worlds". Of course, sometimes it’s the more distant relations that bring the most interesting times to your life. Daniel learned that all too well the night he laid down for sleep like normal, and awoke to meet his distant ancestor. It was about a month after his mother passed away that he “woke up†one evening sitting in the lotus position on a rock in a clearing in the midst of a beautiful forest. It took him a few moments to realize there was another person sitting across from him. A person who seemed an odd blend of monkey and human. Before Daniel could connect the dots himself, the “visitor†introduced himself: Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, the Great Sage Equal To Heaven. And Daniel’s many-times-removed grandfather. Sun had apparently taken an interest not only in Daniel himself, but just as importantly in the things Daniel would be doing with his life soon enough. So Sun had decided to grant Daniel a small fragment of his own mighty power, an infusion that would latch onto Daniel’s blood relation to the King to make him powerful in his own right. Daniel had to take a bit of time to consider, but he ultimately accepted. Sun Wukong leveled no charge or demands on how Daniel would use his power, but the ancient being’s eyes glittered with amusement (and perhaps a touch of pride?) when Daniel stated his intent to use this offered power to help others. Though the belly laugh Sun gave when Daniel said he would protect the people in “his area†was a bit unnerving. Daniel awoke from that dream feeling mostly the same. For about a week. And then, somehow, he knew just how to change his form to the more powerful one granted to him. And more than that, he knew, at least in general, the limits of this new form. Still, he took the soonest opportunity to go out to the forest and test his abilities. He found a new thrill in them, and took a couple of months to not only grow familiar with his powers, but also to try and sharpen his personal fighting skills. His ancestor’s gifts certainly gave him a boost to his skills, but he wanted to ensure that as much as possible was his own. Finally, not that long ago, Sun Walker debuted on the scene in California as an up-and-coming superhero. Though he has denied actually joining the Champions, he did make sure to maintain friendly contact with them. Sun Walker has been showing up all over, his flashy style and unique appearance a bit at odds with his calm and quiet demeanor. Still, he’s the sort of sight to inspire hope in anyone not committing a major crime. Now if only Daniel could shake that sense of needing to still be on the move without a solid sense of where to move to... Personality & Motivation: Daniel is a fairly quiet, humble sort of guy. He likes his job as an electrical engineer, takes joy in it. He’s friendly enough with coworkers and friends, but isn’t really close to anyone since his parents passed away. If left to his own devices, Daniel might read a book, tinker with an electronics board or some other electrical knick-knack, or perhaps watch a movie. He tends to be a man of few words, but when he does speak, it carries a bit of gravity, as if each word is carefully weighed and measured before being offered up. That’s not to say he never engages in small talk or friendly chats; rather, in work-related meetings or other more serious contexts, Daniel isn’t always talking, but if he is, he’s doing so for a reason beyond hearing his own voice. When out and about as Sun Walker, Daniel is...actually still pretty quiet. He’s learned that this can unintentionally unnerve some criminals. After all, a lot of heroes tend to be pretty talkative, even in a fight. When Sun Walker wades in with fist, foot, and tail, a slight smile on his face but barely more than a short call for surrender or a few words with the authorities, it makes them wonder what’s going on in that head of his. That’s not to say he purposefully sets out to scare criminals in the same way some heroes do; instead, it’s a byproduct of his naturally quiet and friendly personality that has an unexpected result. With that said, Daniel can be as serious as any other hero if innocents are placed under mortal threat. On a less serious vector, he can prove to be something of a “neat freakâ€, and tends to “zone out†others if he’s working on an engaging electrical problem or project. He isn’t quite a perfectionist, but he’s close enough that all those tendencies combined make him a bit testy if there’s a lot of overtime going into a huge deadline project at the Plant. Or if something else is going wrong that gets dumped in his lap. He’s the sort who simply has to finish a project, so he can get a bit touchy if he thinks others are shirking duty altogether. On the flip side, he has a tendency to apologize even when he doesn't need to, or politely excuse himself as he wades through the midst of a metahuman brawl. Powers & Tactics: When stripped down to basics, Daniel’s powers ultimately make him really, really good at two things at this time: fighting with his bare hands, and moving around. With the former, his general physical fitness, finesse, and strength are boosted to the high end of peak human, and he is able to comfortably survive any pressure conditions, breath any atmospheric condition, and even walk unaided in the vacuum of space. His skin is superhumanly tough, though compared to many heroes some might consider him rather vulnerable. Of course, just landing a hit on him can be a trying thing; the infusion of power from Sun Wukong also brought with it an infusion of skills, leaving him not only much better at a related forms of fighting. In particular, he possesses notable skills in Xingzhemen, Nanhouquan, Da Sheng Pi Gua Men, and Ng Ga Kuen styles. He is not at the level of a true Master yet, but he has more skill than even his years of practice with his grandfather could have given him. Combined with this potent increase in skill in attacking an opponent is an increase in the ability to avoid even being struck in combat; Sun Walker proves himself a canny opponent and slippery target to all but the most skilled of foes. More obviously supernatural is his incredible speed, sufficient to match the fastest cars in the world, but on foot! Further, he can call up enough of the supernatural cloud-walking that his progenitor possessed to keep himself from falling easily to his death. That same inheritance makes it easy for him to clamber on all but the slickest of surfaces. Of course, the extendable prehensile tail he sprouts at the base of his spine makes it even easier to get around. It is deft enough to aid him in combat, either as an additional striking limb, or a way to disturb an opponent’s footing. Yet it is strong enough to carry his body weight, such that he can easily move about many environments as if swinging on the grapnel of a darker, more brooding hero. Combined with the tail itself is his ability to morph the appearance and structure of his body to show a different, more “royal†look. Not only does it mark him as the get of the Monkey King, and as an appointed champion of that mischievous demigod, it also changes his appearance enough that anyone who knows Daniel Lee would have a great deal of trouble figuring out that he was also Sun Walker. A less combat-oriented gift is his ability to speak to any being whose biology/nature/essence is that of stone and rock, owing to the Monkey King’s origins as a statue of rock. As well, that same heritage allows him to naturally speak to monkeys, apes, and other beings of similar nature (but not extending quite so far as to speak any humanoid or hominid languages). His most subtle power is that of fortune. In particular, misfortune visited upon his foes, causing them to suffer mishaps at critical moments. It’s not as potent or as powerful as some who wield the winds of fate and chance, but in a critical moment of a fight it might be just the thing someone needs to survive. As for tactics in a fight, thus far Sun Walker has found that “move around a lot and punch guys really hard in the face or other appropriately vulnerable point†is a pretty solid tactic. Other than his mastery over the whims of luck, Sun Walker doesn’t have any “fancy tricksâ€. He’s just really good at moving around and fighting unarmed, and thus he tends to do a multitude of variations on that particular theme. Complications: That's A Bit Slick: While many surfaces are able to be scaled by Sun Walker's power, surfaces that are sufficiently smooth and seamless may prove difficult or impossible for him to properly scale. This may vary depending on the situation, and should be up to the discretion of the GM whether it's impossible, or imposes a penalty to his climbing speed and ability, and thus merit the award of a Hero Point. Not Much Of A Swimmer: Sun Walker can breathe under water just fine, and could conceivably move and run about on the floor of a river, lake, or ocean. And technically he's got positive buoyancy. But he's just not very good at moving and fighting under the waves, a legacy of his ancestor's stony nature and even more severe weakness to water-based combat. A GM might award a Hero Point for applying penalties to Sun and his combat while moving about under water, even if he wears a diving suit or the like (as the issue is something less tangible than just "I can't float" or "I can't breath"). Shady Heritage: Sun Wukong was a bit of a scamp while he walked the Earth, and his ascension meant he could, on occasion, spread that wanton delight in jokes and pranks to other places in the cosmos. Sun Walker might be recognized, in one way or another, as related to the Monkey King, and thus the GM might award a Hero Point if social situations or the like are complicated by the rather mixed reputation of Sun's fore-bearer. He's a Damn Dirty Ape: Some folks might find Sun Walker's nature as a (seeming) human-ape hybrid objectionable, and thus be disinclined to acquiesce to his requests or otherwise prove even minutely helpful. Whether on Earth or abroad among the stars. A GM might provide a Hero Point if Sun's simian nature provides trouble in one way or another for himself and/or his companions. Lots of Nits to Pick: Sun Wukong was generally a good-ish guy while he walked the Earth, but he certainly stirred up trouble. More than that, he laid low quite a few rather nefarious sorts who didn't quite go all the way to "dead", or have nasty habits of reversing that condition. Even the intervening champions between the King and Sun Walker who fought some of those folks couldn't get them all put down. So it's quite possible various demons, sorcerers, and other ill-doers of all manner of stripes might crop up in Sun Walker's life. A GM might award a Hero Point if one or more of these old foes of the Great Sage try to take down Sun Walker in lieu of striking down his ancestor, and thus bring trouble (and probably a fight) to the door of Sun and his friends and allies. Abilities: 4 + 4 + 4 + 2 + 6 + 0 = 20PP Strength: 20/14 (+5/+2) Dexterity: 22/14 (+6/+2) Constitution: 20/14 (+5/+2) Intelligence: 12 (+1) Wisdom: 16 (+3) Charisma: 10 (+0) Combat: 6 + 6 = 12PP Initiative: +6 Attack: +15 Unarmed, +9 Melee, +7 Ranged (+3 Base, +4 Enhanced) Grapple: +24 Defense: +12 (+3 Base, +3 Enhanced, +6 Dodge Focus), +3 Flat-Footed Knockback: -1/-4 Saving Throws: 3 + 4 + 5 = 12PP Toughness: +8/+2 (+5/+2 Con, +3 Protection) Fortitude: +8/+5 (+5/+2 Con, +3) Reflex: +10/+6 (+6/+2 Dex, +4) Will: +8 (+3 Wis, +5) Skills: 52R = 13PP Acrobatics 4 (+10/+6) Computers 6 (+7) Craft (Electronics) 9 (+10) Disable Device 6 (+7) Escape Artist 4 (+10/+6) Knowledge (Physical Sciences) 6 (+7) Knowledge (Technology) 6 (+7) Language 3 (English [Native], Cantonese Chinese, Mandarin Chinese, Galstandard) Notice 8 (+11) Feats: 7PP Attack Focus (Melee) 2 (1) Attack Specialization (Unarmed) 3 (1) Defensive Attack Dodge Focus 6 (3) Improved Block Improved Critical (Unarmed, 19-20) Luck 5 Power Attack (Italics indicated a feat with 1 or more ranks purchased as a power or part of a power. The cost is reflected under "Powers," below.) Powers: 22 (8+6+8) + 5 (2+3) + 8 + 10 (6[1+1+2+2]+4) + 10 (4+6) + 35 (6+8+6+4+3+8) = 90PP Fighting Buddha 4.4 (22PP Container [Passive, Permanent]) [22PP] (Celestial) Enhanced Attack 4 [8PP] Enhanced Defense 3 [6PP] Enhanced Feats 8 (Attack Focus (Melee) 1; Attack Specialization (Unarmed) 2; Dodge Focus 3; Improved Block; Improved Critical (Unarmed, 19-20)) [8PP] Gifted Tongue 1 (5PP Container [Passive, Permanent]) [5PP] (Celestial) Comprehend 2 (Speak to and Understand Animals; Flaws: Limited [Monkeys and Apes]) [2PP] Comprehend 3 (Speak and Understand All Languages at Once; Flaws: Limited [Languages of Stone/Rock-Based Life-Forms]) [3PP] Luck Control 1 (Force Re-Roll [Take Worse Result; Hero Point or GM Fiat to Cancel]; Feats: Luck 5) [8PP] ("Monkey's Paw") Royal Countenance 2 (10PP Container [Passive, Permanent]) [10PP] (Celestial) Additional Limbs 1 (Prehensile Tail; Extras: Linked [Elongation, Enhanced Feats, Super-Movement]) [1PP] + Elongation 2 (10 feet; Extras: Linked [Additional Limbs, Enhanced Feats, Super-Movement]; Flaws: Limited [Prehensile Tail]) [1PP] + Enhanced Feats 2 (Improved Trip 2 (+8 Bonus to Trip); Extras: Linked [Additional Limbs, Elongation, Super-Movement]) [2PP] + Super-Movement 1 (Swinging; Extras: Linked [Additional Limbs, Elongation, Enhanced Feats]) [2PP] Morph 4 (Single Form; Disguise Bonus +20) [4PP] (Celestial) Swift As A Horse 2 (10PP Container [Passive, Permanent]) [10PP] (Celestial) Speed 4 (100mph/1,000 feet per Move Action) [4PP] Super-Movement 3 (Slow Fall, Wall Crawling 2) [6PP] Vigor of the Sage 7 (35PP Container [Passive, Permanent]) [35PP] (Celestial) Enhanced Constitution 6 [6PP] Enhanced Dexterity 8 [8PP] Enhanced Strength 6 [6PP] Immunity 4 (All Suffocation, High Pressure, Vacuum) [4PP] Protection 3 [3PP] Super-Strength 4 (Lifting Strength 40 [Heavy Load 3 tons]) [8PP] Drawbacks: Normal Identity [Full Round Action] (-4) = -4PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC20 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Totals: Abilities (20) + Combat (12) + Saving Throws (12) + Skills (13) + Feats (7) + Powers (90) - Drawbacks (-4) = 150/161 Power Points Normal Identity: Daniel Jeremiah Lee Power Level: 4 Tradeoffs: +2 Attack / -2 Damage; +2 Defense / -2 Toughness Power Points: 64 Abilities: 4 + 4 + 4 + 2 + 6 + 0 = 20PP Strength: 14 (+2) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 14 (+2) Intelligence: 12 (+1) Wisdom: 16 (+3) Charisma: 10 (+0) Combat: 6 + 6 = 12PP Initiative: +2 Attack: +6 Unarmed, +4 Melee, +3 Ranged Grapple: +6 Defense: +6 (+3 Base, +3 Dodge Focus), +1 Flat-Footed Knockback: -1/-4 Saving Throws: 3 + 4 + 5 = 12PP Toughness: +2 (+2 Con) Fortitude: +5 (+2 Con, +3) Reflex: +6 (+2 Dex, +4) Will: +8 (+3 Wis, +5) Skills: 52R = 13PP Acrobatics 4 (+6) Computers 6 (+7) Craft (Electronics) 9 (+10) Disable Device 6 (+7) Escape Artist 4 (+6) Knowledge (Physical Sciences) 6 (+7) Knowledge (Technology) 6 (+7) Language 3 (English [Native], Cantonese Chinese, Mandarin Chinese, Galstandard) Notice 8 (+11) Feats: 7PP Attack Focus (Melee) Attack Specialization (Unarmed) Defensive Attack Dodge Focus 3 Power Attack DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC17 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Totals: Abilities (20) + Combat (12) + Saving Throws (12) + Skills (13) + Feats (7) = 64/64 Power Points

Thoughtspeed wasn't super-uptight about law and such the way some heroes were. But the talk of taking a rock from a museum just to fuel a ship for a somewhat-shifty alien guy who shot first and apologized later, after having lifted something from the Curator, was not exactly sounding like the best idea. "I'm sure the League has something to fuel up the ship, if you think it's good to fly other than energy supplies. Seriously though, if the Curator's getting antsy it'd be nice to give them a head's-up, man. Call it payment for the fuel, right?" He gave the alien man a thumb's-up, but his body language wasn't totally relaxed. As if expecting more trouble still.