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The willowy giantess bowed, with a creak and groaning of her bones and sinews. <"It is a pleasure, Grim. What we speak is Lunar Tongue, created in Farside City. My home."> For just a moment the creature with the shining blue eyes looked downcast. Reluctantly, she raised her face, revleaing leathery white skin and blackened veins as she stared out through the hood at the contrasting sun and moon <"I was also watching the eclipse when I arrived here."> <"If true for all, then maybe we switched places with another group focused in the eclipse. Such mistakes are common in magic, according to my research."> Glacing about the clearing, Atraxia decided that a little action was callled for. Grabbing the bits that the now-sleeveless man had discarded, remembering painfully what her early efforts had been like, the lunar vampire tied her robe tight at the ends and where her limbs draped nearly to the edge of the protective, gaudy costuming. <"I will return shortly."> Her voice was crisp and businesslike. Her eyes shone bright and soon Red Moon was flitting away into the sky. Pausing at the treeptop line, she took stock of the lay of the land, her dead eyes scanning as she rose higher and higher still, searching for any signs of where they were and what was going on. Especially if there was habitations nearby.

Nah I prefer if the language barrier is a real issue, but thanks, Heritage.

Olopi, suggestion I have is for the group threads to deal with the main issue of the Diaspora Fleet's origins and base purpose, while the solo ones are about the impact it has on Known/fringe space. Of course there's the obvious problem of the solo threads not being as seemingly important as the group, leaving people with relatively little incentive to do any. So as second suggestion, what if you, me, Tiff and any of the other poor fellows trying to make this happen worked out some long-term effects and talked with some of the other players how they'd put a spin on it to be relevant to their PCs? That way we have a little more customization, a little more reason to care and a better story.

I have a space diplomat and a space speedster, either or both of which would be good for this. Latter's even in the Praetorians.

Good point, forgot I hadn't bought that. Will edit.

OOC for this thread, Levity and Sha'ir deal with sky ghosts. @Sailor @olopi

GM July 30th, 2017, 12.12PM Nolan Airfields, Emerald City @olopi @Sailor Nolan Aerospace's proud and elite cadre of pilots, trained in the rigors of modern search, rescue and survival techniques, were assembled on the airfield for a very abrupt mission. Also in attendance was a smaller team of marginally less-fit people, almost all with glasses and pale skin from a decade or so indoors. "Okay, team, this is the situation!" Carrie Ping had to yell to be heard over the spectral howling that rang in the air. With one hand busy holding her coat's neon orange hood down, she used the one with the tablet to point at the scene right above their heads. An enormous, pulsating cloud of neon green, violet and orange swam and writhed a hundred thousand feet in the air, wrapped and skulming over the chassis of an immobile passenger jet. Sometimes the forms that burst from the cloud, or coalesced within its depths, looked almost human. Like people screaming and struggling to escape. But they always collapsed back into the great morass. The shadows it cast across the Emerald Cities Valley weaved with colour to create some truly unsettling sights. "We have no idea what that is, or what it's doing! ASTRO Labs and Archetech claim it's some kind of partial tear in our dimensional fabric, but even that much isn't for sure! All we know is it burst out of nowhere, grabbed the plane and started screaming!" "J-C Base dispatched some recon craft, but they couldn't even get into the cloud! Archetech has called Citizen, but he won't be here for hours, something's going on over in 'Jersey! Your job is to try and get to the plane, free it if possible!" The screams rose to a howling shriek, like the inner wall of a cyclone. For a moment everyone there had to cover their ears and wait for the rattling in their skulls to stop. "If not-! Sweet Sidda, my ears...if not, evacuate everyone you can! Techs, WestRock probably already told you, but you're needed in case the plane's systems are damaged, and all of it runs on WestRock software!" With a semi-free hand, Carrie pointed to Anne, Jaime and Hakim. "You three! You get to take point! The rest will follow your lead! Jaime, is the Peregrine prepped and ready?" "'Course she is, boss! No thanks to the pilot!" The red-haired woman who'd answered grinned easily and looked thoroughly relaxed, despite the bizarre situation. Putting an arm around Anne's shoulder she squeezed against her "Just my luck I love a sleepyhead!" "That's great!" Carrie gave a thoroughly unenthusiastic thumbs-up "Go with peace, people! We'll be praying for your safe return! Please, please, please do not do anything stupid to try and be heroes!" She gave a sharp wave to encompass the group as a whole "Dismissed! Everyone to your stations! Good luck!"

That works! What with there being no other mind to oppose. @Exaccus So Nathan isn't just going to head into the realm of certain doom, but what IS he going to so? @Sailor So, Sailor, what is Mary going to do about someone using the Oklahoma for a bit of private statuary?

Okay, so one no result and one Bruise! Fire away, @Tiffany Korta

For a good few seconds, Atraxia did nothing but stare blankly up at the sun. She couldn't feel anything, but that wasn't so unusual....outside her terrasuit. With a sudden jolt she looked down, saw the shapeless yellow sack. Jumping to her impressive full height with a croaking yelp, the lunar vampire stumbled on the hem and pitched forward into a shapeless yellow mound of bony lumps. My suit is gone. Everything's gone. Even...even the blood With a sour feeling in her gut, Atraxia wondered if she and these others were the only living creatiures...but no, there was...muted, but still there, faintly. Birdsong. Birds she could catch and drink from. <"Where are we?"> she croaked, her voice thin and dry and rasping and deeply afraid, and for most of the people there a series of incomprehensible lilting syllables that would have been elegant and beautiful coming from any other throat between any other rows of teeth. But Atraxia was oblivious to this, like the lack of sensation, the lack of a muffled other voice translating her words into the coarse barks and hisses of the Terrans wasn't something she often thought about. Sometimes she spent months in total silence. <"Who could have done this? Were we transmitted through a fold in space-time?"> Shuffling around to see her sudden comrades, her ice-blue eyes shining under the hood, the Farsider offered <"I am...Ata. A cousin of your race, a physicist. Who are you?"> A lengthy, spindly arm draped in yellow cotton reached out nervously to Lynn. Inside lay long white fingers tipped with sharp black claws. It looked mummified, rotting.

Silently, with a majesty that belied the cold, dead world of her birth, the Moon slid across the face of the Sun before Red Moon's awed, spectral blue eyes. The black helmet of her terrasuit lay on the rooftop beside her, letting her dead, drifting black hair waft in the strong sea breeze whistling over the rooftop of the Goodman Building in downtown Freedom. For once her flesh did not hiss and bubble in the path of solar radiation. She could feel the warmth of the day without burning agony. The Atom Family had just left minutes before for her home of Farside City, there to meet distant relatives, check in on her home world's hero Crater, the defenses installed back during the Incursion War, and where Chase Atom would to continue his communion with the Moonstone. 'May he find better fortune than me' Atraxia thought, listening to the silence of her heart, feeling the stiffness of the blood in her blackened veins. Today was too beautiful to dwell on her failure, however. Today was a day to cherish. Red Moon gazed up at her home and smiled a little, her sharpened fangs gleaming red in corpse-white. The synthesized blood pack had never tasted so good.

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Vorik going by the fluff do keep in mind how the superhero formula needs the main character to at least be broadly admirable. Especially in a collaborative fanfic work like this. There have been good examples of abrasive or egotistical or selfish PCs, but the angle of this one doesn't work quite so well with that.

I feel more for the canon

@Nick You are grand and deserve all the good in this world. Happy birthday. Belatedly. Sorry.

GM With a WHAM the man in the wolf's-head mask bounced off the ceiling, collapsing in a boneless heap that took off the bathroom stall door at the hinges, the whole pile crashing the ground in a cacophany that didn't go unnoticed. "Wolf! You there? What's going on?" The man's belt was stuffed with bits of super-tech that Roland couldn't begin to understand, though a few had been demonstrated shortly before his sudden defeat and capture during the "robbery". One had the general shape of a key, and had been in the eagle-mask's hand when the crew was clustered around the ASTRO Lab's vault. Before he could try and use it, however, the door burst open to admit the fox-mask, who took one look and launched into action with a bicycle kick that sent Roland crashing into a wall and briefly seeing stars. "You'll pay for that, brute!" Fox roared, dropping into stance for another deadly blow!

Nah, just Stunned. Okay, round 2 Fox-Mask: Unharmed-GM Weekend Warrior: Unharmed, Stunned, Fatigued, 2HP @Mafia Whale Just to remind you, you can reroll that Fortitude check if you like, using up one of your Hero Points. If you'd rather not, or if your reroll still fails, Fox-Mask will make another attack.

GM Citizen Negator's eyes blazed red, just before Sharl lost sight of them and plunged back into the world of instant swerves and knife-like junctions. From behind, the howl of the very atmosphere being evaporated into nothing and collapsing in on itself soon filled the cramped tunnels, along with the fusion's outraged scream: "!ɒiviɿƚ ƨƨɘlɘƨu ɿuoy bnɒ uoYYou dare mock the greatest man in Starfleet?!" But thankfully Citizen's magnetic acceleration kept him well beyond more than just listening to outraged howls. The Antimatter Abomination was taxed to his/their(they never had figured out if the clones were technically separate people) limit trying to catch up. Howling lances roared from their hands, but all far too late to more than discorporate chunks of concrete and aging steel and copper. The Emerald City Public Works Department would soon have their hands full. From his research Sharl knew the Oregon city didn't have even a quarter of the civic workers Freedom City did and lacking Dr. Metropolis made the damage even more severe. But sooner or later there would need to a resolution to the problem of three high-powered metahumans in a pair of cities whose heroes could be counted on one hand, whose most powerful was currently in the sewer needing to solve the problem. But the place was full of twists and turns and smaller tunnels emerging from the walls, and Citizen had apparently gotten Cunningham/Mahgninnuc good and mad. They wouldn't be expecting an ambush. Or almost anything else Sharl thought to do. Emerald Spider Finding the right hyperlift shaft was easy. Getting down it was terrifying but even easier. A vent shaft sufficed for a stealthy entry and vantage point. The reclamation room was a hive of activity, teams of people in protective gear and robotic drones sifting through the wreck of stars, all their eyes, biological and artificial, focused on the floor. From the ceiling lights blared stark, screaming white that bleached all colour from the room. The video feed had not done the glare justice. The room was oppressively hot, with minimal ventilation and a strong reek of sulfur in every breath. At least the mask kept some of it out, and Peri's goggles kept her eyes nice and moist. The solemn procession was at the far end from the hyperlift's access hallway. The towering igneous man in his restraints stood out sharply from the washed-out room. It wouldn't be long before they reached the simmering pool of magma.

Bravo, Phoenix! Very well done.

I vote the first. Non-canon I feel is risky unless you are with mutually-liked players of long standing. Besides, first is simpler to set up and play.

I have a vampire who would be perfect for being stuck in a world with no advanced technology. As in she would be in a real bad way. Sign me up.

@Exaccus Will, Sense Motive, Concentration are all valid angles to play in this juncture. @Sailor Notice check, if you would. DC5 DC10 DC15 DC20 DC25

"Dotrae wholly supports the word of Sri Steward," Dol-Druth said in his deep, growling voice, fighting the urges of several billion other eyes to linger his on the Zultasian's slender figure "this time of uncertainty, like the other 328,034 major and minor failures of galactic civilization to wholly protect its citizens, is a time when many extreme ideologies come to the fore. Change is always good save when it leads to needless destruction and tyranny." Three small stones were torn free of the Station's walls, hovering in faint auras of blue above the Speaker's hand "The Army of the Eagle, Br'an-Br'ga Conglomerates, even our own Great Hive of Dotrae 300 years ago, all opportunists rightfully crushed." His black eyes flashed blue. The stones burst into showers of white dust. "Dotrae hopes for a peaceful and uneventful transfer of power to our chosen candidate. Dotrae has never had faith in divinities, but hopes the one elected will show fairness and impartiality to all cooperative religions. More than this we cannot agree on, so we say it not." "Will you tell us of your faith, Sri Hro? To pass the time until we reach the outer platforms?"

@Exaccus Ah I see what you mean. the Descriptor Frequency page on the Guidebook does collapse Fire and Heat into a single category. And for 10PP one can be immune to all effects from a single Common descriptor. Edited to reflect that.

Okay, so the order is: Fox-Mask: Unharmed-GM Weekend Warrior" Unharmed, Fatigued, 2HP Fox-Mask tries with a Stunning Unarmed attack: 27. Critical hit, +5 to the DC, making it a DC22 Fortitude save to keep from being Stunned next turn.