Tiffany Korta

Whilst unnoticed a woman sat nearby who looked very familiar, if she allowed others to notice the similarities, began to subtly look up the few snippets that she and Merge had picked up. Not that she was planning anything malicious, she just wanted to know if they represented a threat to the bookstore she’d grown rather fond of the place. “Oh these thing!” Merge looked down like she didn’t even know she was wearing them “They’re no hassle at all, quite comfortable really. Maybe you should give them a try.” Merge gave a cheeky smile, she didn’t need tips but getting them was a bit of a challenge

They say many hands make light work and no place was that true with Merge Trois who was helping out in the café as well as work in the backroom, they tried not to both appear out in the open if the could help it as it tended to confuse the customers. She smile at Lance at as he passed on the order, there relationship was definitely in the it's complicated bracket not quite beyond just friend but definitely nudging that way. The complicated coffee's made she strode over on almost impossible looking platforms heels her clothing practical and sensible to a point, but still managed to draw attention to herself. The one think she didn't draw attention to was her name tag that identified her as Nicki, it wasn't really her name and she preferred her own but she did have a secret identity to preserve. Her blonde hair had brown lines across the lower half that formed a pattern around the back, as if it was a drop hitting the water. "Here's you coffee's." she put down the cup and offered them a warm smile and a friendly voice "If I can get you anything else let me know, Silberman's is a place full of surprises!"

Still in a little bit of shock at this whole turn of events Cathy moved to beside her friend, to give the two of them more room to fight. It had been quite a impressive trick that Phae had pulled, though Cathy was still trying to process the whole things. "Well that hasn't happened to me before. I mean with the ice sword and all..." she mimed the whole act in case anyone was confused before lamely adding "And well... not the other stuff either, I mean I was just caught off guard and..." she stop feeling even more embarrassed than before. Instead she just turned to watch the sparing, hoping that no one else would ever hear about this ever, though she rather doubt that that would happen.

Really sorry I let this one get away from me. Are people still interesting in try this out?

“From what I understand the border was fairly porous even before the Khanate fell apart, now you have smugglers running between systems almost daily. We’ve got a few allies that might be willing to take use deeper into Khanate space.” Sitara took a large gulp of her drink as she gestured vaguely around on the floating map. “We’ve got to be a little careful, I’m sure that the our reputation has started to make it out even this far. And despite what we’ve done I don’t think we’ll be welcomed at all.” She’d been in similar situations before, with various forces, and knew how these things tended to happen in the heat of things.

“I’d thought you’d never ask!” Klara gave Leilani and broad smile as she was asked if she wanted to get involved, she’d missed all this when she’d retired to raise her children. She picked up her bag and pulled on her bracers as she looked for her purse, she knew that she happily leave her stuff her without any problems. “I still don’t know why you won’t let me pay for the meal, I have a very generous expense account from the Ministry. Heck if I didn’t insist Petia would let us eat and drink for free.For better or worse you’re friends of us old warriors now.” She counted out her fair share of the cost of the meal and subtly push some back toward Leilani, she didn’t want to hurt her new friends pride. And she’s dealt with a lot of many more prideful people back her days in the People’s Heroes. “Let’s go do this!”

After a long day of work Peri was so looking forward to collapsing into a chair and eating some of her Gran’s amazing guksu, which was of cause when the alerts went of about of all think an Atlantean invasion! Maybe it was because she lived on the Pacific but she’d never even considered if then to even be around Emerald City let alone be a threat. Myung-sook knew her granddaughter to well and was already spooning a generous portion of her guksu into a tupperware container, they both knew that Peri was going to try and help in anyway she could. With no more than just a reassuring smile she passed the food to Peri as she prepared turning to once again leave there home. A short while later she was on the bridge trying to bring some kind of order the chaos that had developed as people tried to flee. As Emerald Spider she’d already snatched up several in her entangling superstring projections, to keep them from being trampled underfoot. This was well over her pay grade, if superheroes got paid that is, but she was still going to try to help as much as she was able. After all she was the Emerald Spider!

Normally Rosa tended to meditate whilst Liam worked out, but today she was in command of the body. Though banished by circumstances from studying she still tried to keep abreast of the subject through the wonders of podcast and youtube, starting with a fascinating youtube series about magic by some young hero she assumed. It also help her process the strange dreams that her and apparently everyone else had been having, it was obviously some form of mystical warning possibly involving Kemetian manifestations of some kind. It was perplexing and a little annoying, hence her arranging to meditate whilst listening to a relaxing academic lecture. Of course the multiverse couldn’t allow this and no sooner as she started to put the pieces together something happened to poor Dr. Stoppleman. She was straight up on her feet and moving to the door, snatching her trenchcoat, and the keys to the battered car that the two of them shared, though she was pretty sure that others would get there well before them.

She might have a few issues, but Dr Thorne would kill to get an invite to something like this!

Over the years Sitara had seen soldier of various stripes be unable to switch off after a encounter, she however had never had that problem in the slightest. Instead she went smoothly from warrior to engineer in one swift moment. “We can if we cut the crete from under them, between us we should be able to carry the whole thing.” She separated her staff back into it’s two separate blasters and holstering one began to change the settings on the other. “Shouldn’t take long to get this done, though I hate to get dirt on my poor ship.”

One moments you were trying to stop you parents haranguing you former boyfriends, the next you were learning startling details about them. Was all superheroes lives as complicated as hers? And how did you deal with duch revelation when you weren’t even sure of the relationship with said person? It’s complicated did even begin to cover it. She wished she could still get drunk but her superhuman constitution meant it would take a lot of effort just to get a happy buzz, so she’d have to deal with all this unfortunately sober. She stepped closer to Asad, just to be there for moral support. “You okay there?” was all she could think to say right now.

Emerald Spider sprung up all ready to again to attack the foe, now that she was satisfied that Faster Pussycat was safe, only to find that the whole fight was more or less over. She looked down at the unconscious form of the would be assassin. “So do you have any idea of who this guy is? This is my first big supervillain, it’s a very big day!” her tone wasn’t completely unserious, this must have been what those heroes in Freedom City feel “I can bind him up if it’ll help, though the bindings don’t last all that long due to quantum interference.”

The Scarab III Player Name: Tiffany Korta Power Level: 10 (150/150PP) Trade-Offs: -2 Attack / +2 Damage, -2 Defense / +2 Toughness Unspent Power Points: 0 In Brief: Genius gadgeteer with a surprising origin for her powers... Residence: Apartment in Downtown Freedom City Base of Operations: Mandjet Building, Khepri Incorporated, Downtown Freedom City. Catchphrase: Alternate Identity: Kamala Khanufasa Identity: Secret Birthplace: Jersey City, New Jersey Occupation: Engineering Entrepreneur, Owner of Khepri Incorporated Affiliations: None Family: Sana Khanufasa (Mother), Khalili Khanufasa (Father), Sorayah Khanufasa (Older Sister), Aamir Khanufasa (Older Brother) Description: Age: 24 (DoB: 31st August 1992) Gender: Female Ethnicity: Egyptian Height: 5'4" Weight: 135 lbs Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Kamala's family is descended from a long line of mixing pot that was Ancient Egyptian, having a little bit of Nubian and Greek in her ancestry, though her Egyptian roots can be traced back to the very dawn of Ancient Egypt, even if part of it is from pure myths and legends. Whilst the families appearance caused little problems in their home village or the more cosmopolitan Freedom City, they often caused them problems in the less enlightened parts of Egypt. Whilst, not an unattractive woman Kamala is very aware of how her image can affect both her personal and company image. To that end, she spends a vast amount of time taking great care to craft the absolutely perfect image of a professional business woman. Whilst she has fully adopted West style dress she still takes great pains to accentuate it with touches from her Arabic heritage. Her superhero costume is an encompassing bodysuit in a vivid red with yellow trim that goes right from her neck to her toes. Her face is covered by a pair of oversized insect-like goggles with yellow lenses. On her back, she wears a backpack resembling a stylized scarab that contains self-designed gravitic generator that projects a gravimetric field that allows her to fly and provides a protecting force field. On her wrists she wears a pair of intricately designed Egyptian looking vambraces, one is actually an Ancient Egyptian artifact that is the source (she believes) of her psychic abilities whilst the other one is a much more modern sonic projector of her own design that she uses as a defensive weapon. Power Descriptions: Most of her crime fighting equipment has been meticulously crafted by her own hand, using cutting edge materials and techniques that she couldn't possibly afford to sell to the public. Being who she is each piece of equipment has been tested and refined down to the last nanometer until it's as close to perfection and predictable in its behavior. Despite this, she is still constantly tinkering on a series of spares of the various devices to try and improve them even more than they are right now, including improvements from the most cutting edge research. The actual styling's of the devices are inspired from Art-Deco designed to suggest the Scarab beetle, along with a heavy touch of Ancient Egyptian styling. She has chosen the red and yellow colouration for the costume to match those of the previous Scarab(s) as it just seemed to feel right to honor those who name she is using. On the top of her fierce intelligence, Kamala also has a natural untapped psychic potential, a family legacy triggered by her close proximity to the ancient vambrace. At the moment it's just fairly simple and obvious telepathy but it has a potential to develop into something much more powerful. Kamala doesn't actually realize she has this potential and mistakenly believes that the psychic abilities come not from herself but from the Ancient Egyptian artifact that she wears when in costume. . History: Before she was born her family had chosen to flee their Egyptian to start a new life in the United States, not only were the Khanufasa's persecuted for their Shia faith, in a predominately Sunni country, but there was a long suspicion of the family being tomb robbers back many generations. But the family knew better-telling tales that they were descended from priestesses of Ancient Egypt, and that they had been entrusted of an ancient artifact. This artifact, an ancient vambrace, was the only thing of value they brought with them when they moved to New Jersey. Not many months after they moved to the states Kamala was born, the first of her family to be born on American soil. The artifact held some sort of fascination for Kamala since she could remember, wearing it often and even sleeping whilst wearing the vambrace, finding the object somehow comforting almost as if it was alive. When she did sleep with the device she had vivid dreams her ancestor, a great priestess of Isis, gathering some of the Ib (heart) and Shebuet (shadow) of the heroic prince Heru-Ra as he fell in battle. Preserving those part of the soul so they could serve future generations. Little did she know that these dreams were of events that happened long ago and that the vambrace had awoken abilities that had been in her family since that very priestess. From an early age Kamala showed that she was a intelligent, always with a questions on her lips, and her parents encouraged her to question everything, not that they could easily stop her questioning. As she grew older her fascination with the world led to her been drawn to the engineering, and with her grades she attended what is considered one of the finest programs in the country at Freedom Cities HIT. All this was mostly paid for by her parents, and extended family back in Egypt, who sacrificed much to ensure that she could have every oppertunity that there new home allowed. She decided early on that she didn't want to work for anyone else, desipte offers from several tech companies, so even before she graduated she began to work on a viabe products to sell and to try and gather the resources to be able to found her own company. With this money she founded Kherpi Incorporated in Freedom City and with her buisness and engineering acumine it has rapidly grown over the past few years from just herself to a company employing hunderds of people. This success has allowed her and her family to enjoy a lifestyle that her family couldn't possily imagine when they left Egypt all those years ago. For most people it woould be enough to just run a successful company, but Kamala wasn't just anyone and she had a unusual form of inspiration of what else she could do. For since aronud the age of sixteen Kamala began to have other dreams alongside those of Ancient Egypt, these dreams were of a woman in crimson and gold who was doing heroic deeds. It didn't take long to figure out that she was somehow linked with the current Scarab, simply by just by watching the daily news, and though she's never been sure exactly why she started having the dreams, suspecting as always i t was the influence of the vambrace, but it inspired her to follow the Scarab's lead and try and help people. As well as the support she could give in he rprofession capacity, by offering financial aid to those less fortunate than herself, she also began to work on various devices that she could use to fight crime. After months of testing and small dry runs, she finally feels that she is ready to begin her career as a crime fighter. With the previous owner apparently out of action, Kamala has chosen to adopt the name, with every intention of giving it back if asked, to become The Scarab. Personality & Motivation: Kamala is a driven dedicated person and puts' 110% into everything that she does. As a business woman, she drives everyone hard but also drives herself just as hard if not even more so. Everything she does is worked out in meticulously down to almost the last detail. This does occasionally backfire as she can over think something to the point that she ends up doing nothing but just the planning. Even being a hero is a calculated response, why would she not help people if she has these gifts to share with the world? This thinking also allied to her business practices and as well as running a meretricious honest business she also donates a lot to charity as both herself and as Khepri Incorporated. Kamala is a devout, if moderate, Shia Muslim and tries to live her life by the tenants of her faith. Her hectic lifestyle does sometimes make it difficult to always be faithful as she'd like, but Kamala's pretty sure that God will understand the time she'll miss prayers to save the world. She see's her time spent as a hero as part of her duty to help the community, everyone in the city and beyond, and protect those who cannot protect themselves. Powers & Tactics: Kamala tends to take things cautiously trying and gather as much information as she can before she begins to tackle the problem. As long as people aren't being hurt she's prepared to wait days if necessary to find out everything to solve the issue. If she can Kamala will take pains to recompensate any losses incurred whilst she carry's on her investigations. If forced into actual conflict without time to prepare she was trying to quickly and efficiently take the enemy down, going for either the most powerful threat or those that her abilities will work the most efficiently against. Complications: Enemies old and new: The name Scarab draws the attention of quite a few super villains who would like to destroy the legacy of the Scarab once and for all. Magic Feather: Whilst Kamala is a natural psychic she doesn't actually realize that she is so empowered, believing instead that her bracelet provides the abilities technologically. If she is caught without her bracelet she cannot use any of her psychic abilities. Young, gifted and Black: As a young Arabic woman in business a lot of people underestimate her abilities or worse refuse to deal with her directly. This mainly affects her civilian personal, most seem less concerned when there being saved. Abilities: 0 + 0 + 2 + 14 + 4 + 0 = 22PP Strength: 10 (+0) Dexterity: 10 (+0) Constitution: 14 (+2) Intelligence: 24 (+7) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 10 (+0) Combat: 12 + 12 = 24PP Initiative: +0 Attack: +6 Base, +8 Scarab's Bite Grapple: +6 Defense: +8 (+6 Base, +2 Dodge Focus), +3 Flat-Footed Knockback: -6 Saving Throws: 5 + 7 + 9 = 21PP Toughness: +2/+12 (+2 Con, +0/+10) Fortitude: +7 (+5 Con, +2) Reflex: +7 (+0 Dex, +7) Will: +11 (+0 Wis, +9) Skills: 96R = 24PP Computers 13 (+20)Skill Mastery Concentration 8 (+10) Craft (Electronic) 13 (+20)Skill Mastery Craft (Mechanical) 13 (+20) Disable Device 13 (+20)Skill Mastery Knowledge (Business) 3 (+10) Knowledge (Technology) 13 (+20)Skill Mastery Language 1 (Arabic, English [Native]) Notice 8 (+10) Search 3 (+10) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Feats: 13PP Beginner's Luck Benefit (Wealth: Rich) 2 Dodge Focus 2 Eidetic Memory Equipment (Mandjet Building) 2 Inventor Luck 2 Master Plan Skill Mastery (Computers, Craft [Electronics], Disable Device, Knowledge [Techology]) Equipment: 10EP = 2PP Mandjet Building (Headquarters) [10EP] This small skyscraper is a surviving 1920 Art-Deco building originally designed and built by the Rhodes family. The building is brick built and faced with limestone blocks, the blocks are decorated in an Egyptian style with the front of the building having a massive carving of two winged women (representing the goddess Isis) facing each other. The interior of the building has been totally redesigned and rebuilt making it not only ecologically friendly but able to withstand some of the perils of being in Freedom City. The top floor not only contains Kamala's office but her own private workshop and a small apartment where she can sleep when needed, though she rarely uses it preferring her own place. Size: Large [2] Toughness: +5 Features: Communications, Computer, Defense System, Fire Prevention System, Infirmary, Library, Living Space, Workshop [8] Powers: 9 + 15 + 6 + 16 = 16PP Psychic Potential 4 (8PP Array Feat: Alternative Power 1) [9PP] Base Power: Mind Reading 8 [8PP] Alternative Power: Communication 4 (telepathy, 1 mile) [4PP] and Comprehend 2 (Speak and Understand all Languages [4PP] [8PP] Scarab's Bite 5 (Hi-tech Vambrace, 25PP Device, Easy to Lose) [15PP] Sonic Projector 6 (24PP Array Feat: Alternative Power 1) [25PP] Base Power: Blast 12 (120ft range) [24PP] Alternative Power: Dazzle 10 (Auditory, 100ft range, 50ft Burst [General], Subtle) [21PP] Scarab's Eyes 2 (Hi-tech Googles, 10PP Device, Easy to Lose) [6PP] Enhanced Trait 5 (Accurate Attack, Attack Focus (Ranged) 2, Improved Aim, Power Attack) [5PP] Super Senses 5 (Direction Sense, Distance Sense, Infravision, Microscopic Vision 1, Time Sense) [5PP] Scarab Pack 4 (Hi-tech backpack, 20PP Device, Hard to Lose) [16PP] Flight 5 (Gravitic Repulsion, 250 mph, 2,200 ft/rnd.) [10PP] Force Field 10 (Gravitic Field) [10PP] DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 15 Toughness Damage (Physical) Blast Ranged DC 27 Toughness Damage (Sonic) Dazzle Ranged DC 20 Fort/Ref Dazzled (Staged) Mind Reading Perception DC 18 Will Mind Read Totals: Abilities (22) + Combat (24) + Saving Throws (21) + Skills (24) + Feats (13) + Powers (16) - Drawbacks (0) = 150/150 Power Points

Klara had been to Freedom City before she retired to start their family, but she had to admit now she seemed to be coming here much more often now than she ever did. But it did mean she got to spend more time with those people she considered friends, or at least what did they call them frenemies. And she got to spend time in Night Witches enjoying the places home cooked meals that reminded her of the time during the war. Maybe that was why she was feeling quite nostalgic as the bar little TV played the news of the new Atlantean facility. “You know when they were trying to work out what I could do for the Soviets people I was sent to try and open diplomatic relationships with the Atlanteans a that lived there. It didn’t go well I was young and a little pushy and they are a proud people, I guess we both were really. Let’s hope this goes better this time.” Though this was Freedom City and things never went quite how you’d expect them to happen.

It cool H don't worry about it.

Caught completely by surprise, despite the warning, Cathy gave a little gasp of surprise. And as she did the temperature around her rapidly dropped with her skin forming an icy sheen, though she gathered enough wits not to go into her full ice form. "Oh... wow... um I didn't..." She took a deep breath and regained a little more of her composure, with the temperature returning a little closer to normal. "I'm sorry about all that everyone. I wasn't really expecting that what so ever." she even sounded a little sheepish about the whole thing.

Okay with H retiring the character do you still want to carry on with his TK?

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GM Post The officer was still surprised at not having gained control of the situation, he was obviously well out of his depth, so he fell back on the obvious route procedure that they followed. “As part of the Lor Republic, and enjoying the protections of the republic, you are required to provide for the support of its forces. I’m here to collect an suitable reparation on behalf of the Republic.” So it was a plain and simple shake down, well that was almost refreshing.

Sitara keep her reply just a fraction longer than necessary, to show that she knew his play,whilst she cleaned her hands on the rag she’d been carrying. “After the couple of years I’ve had I’d though I take some quiet time and do some farming, been a very long time since I’ve done any and things have most definitely changed.” One thing that hadn’t changed since she left Earth was people who wanted to take from those who provided without any effort, bullies in other word.And this felt like a shake down. “So what is this visit all about?”

GM Post The Lor commander paused for a few moments caught out by the fact that Sitara was so forward and confident, he was obviously use to scared cowed farmers. He recovered quickly and stood a little taller, obviously hoping that and the guards would make him look more intimidating. “I do not believe we’ve met before, the owner of this farm was different last time we visited.” His tone suggested that he wasn’t just making idle conversation there was a implied threat to his tone. It didn’t impress Sitara much she’d been threatened by professionals.

GM Post It didn’t take much to see that the fire wasn’t natural in anyway, furniture in at the edge showed signed of burning but the fire hadn’t consumed them even papers on the desk were untouched. It was pretty obvious that the fire was a sphere of fire that filled the area but no further, it was almost impossible to be anything than a power of some sort. The missing body was the crux of the problem and the fire had done what was probably it job of hiding any evidence. It was difficult to tell if there had been any struggle or any blood had been spilt what with the fire scorching any potential signs.

For reference Notice: 1d20+10 19

Sitara had sat her tot on the edge of the holotable and was playing with a small ball of fluff that the child called ribble. When the other were ready Sitara put the fur ball down and fired up the Holotable, Ribble managed to crawl a short distance before being snatched up by the child. The table showed a variety of star on the edge of Lor Republic, she manipulated the controls until a single system, the Ersi system, was up on the display. “A few hours ago a Lor cruiser, the Indomitable, suffered a warp failure and ended up being captured by pirates. She only managed to get off a short range distress signal before being jammed and with the Lor forces being distracted with the celebrations it will be awhile before it’s missed.” She zoomed into a large gas giant until it showed the Indomitable in orbit of the planet. It was obviously of Lor design but it had a blunter more angular design compared to the beautiful curved design they normally designed. “Obviously we’re going to rescue the crew from the pirates, but something unusual is going on with the Lor Navy out near the frontier and I want to find out what. So we're also going to steal their data files...”

GM Post With no discernible motion Gretchen found herself standing in the middle of a room, well actually the same room but with laid out as if it was a restaurant of some kind. Sitting directing in front of her were two figures one she knew very well being that she was touching his head right now, she could feel that even as she also stood here taking in the sounds and smell of this rather excellent restaurant. His partner she didn’t recognize she was apparently beautiful, in a 20’s flapper kind of way, but everything seemed not quite right. Her smile seemed fake like she only seened it on other and when she moved, a she didn’t move often, her body moved wrong like it had very different muscles. And her hair seemed to squirm on it’s own like it a living thing in it’s own right. After what seemed like forever,and only an instance, Al-Kazar looked up from his excellent looking meal, Gretchen couldn't even look at his partner's food nothing should move quite like that, and gave her a smile. “From you greeting I guess you know who I am.” he gestured to where a shadowy versions of Gretchen and the others could be seen “And this charming thing is...” Gretchen's ears refused somehow to hear the name, beside no word should consist of so many consonants. “I’m afraid I can’t talk long, even though I apparently have eternity here, right now you mind is providing a bridge for her to have influence on the real world.” And as the spoke she could see some of the diners standing up and moving towards the shades of the heroes, and the move in the same unnatural way. In the hall the rest of the little groups could only watch as a ghostly form of the dining room appeared before them, though the woman had a much less... human form. They could hear sound but they weren’t able to make them out, the voices apparently coming from very far away and close up at the same time. As the phantoms began to move towards them they began to become a little more solid, it wouldn’t be long before they could actually touch them, and it didn’t look like they would be friendly...