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GM August 20, 2019 A barrier island off the coast of Freedom City 6:00 AM This was it, the fateful hour. The morning fog rolled over the barrier island, the waves calm. Rising up from the island’s rocky surface was the vessel that would take the fateful group up to the Moon: The Peregrine. Standing tall as a building, it looked like a rocket ship out of Buck Rogers, tall and thin and cast in chrome. An extendable stairway lead into its interior, inviting the people on the surface to step inside. In front, a crowd of heroes had gathered, dressed in space-suits. Rachel stood out front of the Peregrine, dressed in a labcoat and holding a datapad that she was going over intently. She paced, occasionally looking at the heroes, then at the rocketship. She sighed sharply through her nose, then nodded to herself. Stowing the datapad, she clapped her hands together. “Alright! So, I’ve quintuple checked everything, and it looks like we’re cleared to go. Just some things to cover. Flight up to orbit is going to take 3 hours, then making it to the Moon will take another hour You won’t have to do anything for the first bit, I’ve installed a guidance system. One reinforced against psychic interference, this time. However, our pilot,” she said, looking over to Black Mamba, “will have to guide it down to the surface. I’ve deliberately made the controls easy and familiar, so you shouldn’t have any problems. If you’re attacked, I’ve installed Photon Cannons. However, I would be careful, if you fire them in our atmosphere you could cause a fireball. The firing mechanism is very clearly labeled.” She gestured at their space-suits, red ones that were similarly retro. “Your space-suits are state-of-the-art and tailored to what I know about your powers so you can use them. For example, Fast-Forward’s suit has been implanted with a reactive graviton array that will allow him to use his speed powers as though he was in normal gravity. Similarly, I’ve developed a field generator that should allow Archer to use his bow and arrows effectively. The same goes for the rest of you. I’ve tried to account for everything. More than that, your suits have a nano-array that should allow them to quickly seal if you’re hit, so no worries about suffocation. There are limits, though. Take too much damage and the nano-array won’t have enough material to repair. Life support is good for 72 hours, so if for some reason you get blown away into space, we have time to retrieve you,” she said. “I will not be joining you up there, sadly. But I have an FTL-communication device set up that should mean I will be able to communicate with you instantaneously with you wherever you are, as long as you don’t all decide to like… visit Mars or something. Please don’t do that.” She paused, and then tilted her head. “Alright. Any questions?”

GM Brussels, Belgium July 27th, 4:00 PM The trip over water had been mostly fine. When going at the speeds that Fast-Forward was capable of, there was little in the way of hazards that could slow you down. Going overland was more of an issue, being more bumpy, breaking off from the Scheldt river near Antwerp to hit the capital of Belgium. Brussels was, in many ways, one of the most powerful cities in the world. De facto capital city of the European Union, it was a meeting place of every sort of power you could imagine. Which made it the perfect sort of place for a super-hunter-for-hire to set up. Much as they wanted to keep it quiet, the governments of the world knew that there were plenty of powerful individuals who could take on entire nations, and sometimes things had to be done a little more black hat than the average superhero could manage. Amongst the mixture of modern and antique buildings rose a white complex, cast in the art moderne style, looking more than a little out of place next to its neighbours. It rose for 6 storeys, lacking much in the way of detail beyond glass, white plaster and steel. This was the home and office of Adrian Pike, once known as Kombat, former ally of Corona and now a potential threat. @Avenger Assembled @RocketLord @Tarrakhash

Freedom City Friday, July 26 5:58 PM Donahue’s Dockside Bar was not exactly the most glamorous of establishments. The outer walls were coated in flaking black paint, the sign that announced the bar’s name was a harsh neon red, and the windows were tinted in such a way that peering inside was at the very least difficult. On the steel front door was a sign which declared in hastily scrawled letters “closed for a private party”. The interior was not much better.The tables were made of old, battered wood, and the chairs had clearly seen better days. The lights were dim, as if to enhance the melancholic mood of anyone who happened to drink there regularly. The only thing really livening things up was a cloth-covered pair of tables, with a bright sign saying “free food - take what you like”. A few pieces sat under cloches, and the smell of hot sauce was strong in the air. Serena paced back and forth in front of the bar, rubbing at her temples. She was dressed in her Corona costume, a grey set of tights with black trunks and a leather jacket over top, along with a pair of welding goggles resting on her forehead. She sighed to herself. “Do you think anyone’s gonna show up?” she asked. Lester Donahue looked up from the glass he was polishing behind the bar. The muscle he had possessed in his teenage years had long ago turned to fat, and now an enormous belly hung in front of him, but he still possessed the orange fur and wet black nose that had come with the transformation that had given him inhuman levels of strength. He frowned at her, his yellow eyes following the superheroine as she moved back and forth. “It’s still two minutes to six, give’em time,” he said. “Besides, at least some of them are gonna show up for the free food alone, always do.” Serena looked over at him. “Well, that’s great but I kinda need superheroes.” Lester shrugged. “Superheroes like free food too. I mean, you’re mooching off of me right now,” he said with a slight smirk as he looked back down at his glass. Serena huffed. “Not mooching, I will pay you back.” Lester waved his hand at her dismissively. “Myaaaah, it’s fine. This is sticking it to Wu, it’s on me since I can’t uh… Well with my back injury and the heart condition…” Serena smiled sympathetically at him. “Thanks, Les.” Lester shrugged again. “Eh, it’s fine. EY! I think that’s the first person now!” he said, gaze drifting towards the window.

The Kirby November 10th, 1:30 PM Corinne had passes to a private showing before the public launch. Likely from her father. It didn't matter, really, though. As it was a show of modern Dakanan art, on a day the museum was normally closed, but for an exclusive viewing. Of course, she wasn't the only one with passes. Other people had them and she had been a bit free with handing them out at Claremont, so even some people who weren't really friends with her got some. Since Hannah left she felt a little... lost, and really just delved harder into the dancing. Until the injury, and the setback. But she didn't have much else. And no roommate meant she had no impetus to reach out, apart from stuff for the Orange team. Right now, she was standing there in front of a complicated mixed media sculpture, chewing thoughtfully as she took in the piece that dominated the room with it's abstract representation of... something. She wasn't quite sure what. But it seemed very insistent. She wore a pair of overalls, with her daisy adorned hat, and a big green sweatshirt on under the straps, and a pair of similarly green Doc Martens.

October 2, 2018. Freedom City. Hanover. The Nova Technologies, Inc Building. 2:30 AM. There was no such thing as a cake job. Shoot straight, conserve ammo, and never deal with Mr. Infamy. And most famously, kack the mage first. Street proverbs, all. Neisha Germuth knew them well. She worked in Human Resources for this branch of Nova Tech. Her skin was brown, her hair black. She showed clear Indian heritage. She dressed well, showing how far she’d come up in the world since the days where those street proverbs were the difference between life and death. And she was nervous. So much so that she put the word out for legit superheroes to meet her in the lobby tonight. Plenty of Nova’s dealings skirted (or, being more honest, outright broke) the law, and meddling superheroes could easily find out enough to cost her her job if she wasn’t careful. Still, if she was right, she’d need the help just to keep it. So she waited by the elevators, just out of sight, to see who would show up.

For this. I'll be a bit honest here. While the general idea is for you guys to win, as per usual...that's entirely up to you. You'll have to ask the right questions, make the right decisions, and roll the right checks. Because I'm not going to ask for any. Your opposition is composed of highly skilled professional criminals, and they'll be behaving as such. Their crime has been planned to completely avoid anybody even knowing something has happened until they are well away. It is entirely up to you to disabuse them of that plan. Unless you stumble around in the dark too much, of course. Can't have that. I will, however, give you this much. The Nova Technologies building is five stories tall. The lobby is, well, a lobby. Security desk, cafeteria to the left as one enters, elevators to the right. The security desk is manned, but he's just a rent-a-cop.

July 11, 2018 7:26 AM With venerable trees reaching out to provide shade over sidewalks and expensive landscaping framing driveways Kingston had been one of the greener neighbourhoods of the city proper. Now all of that was simply more tinder for the fires indiscriminately gutting once proud estates and nouveau riche concept homes. Even as the sun rose of the second day of the Annihilist occupation its light was choked off by plumes of smoke, leaving the streets cast in flickering reds and oranges. That ominous light would have still been preferable to the deep crimson pocked with dark spots rising from the crumbling remains of one of the larger homes. With violent thumping impacts a Terminus machine the size of a city bus turned on its end dug deep into the foundation while gangly metal arms long enough to reach across the street's cracked pavements ripped free chunks of brick and metal and glass and stone to construct something unseen. The unearthly energy lashed out in unpredictable directions like tap water diffused over the back of a spoon, causing small explosions anywhere it stuck something solid. Meanwhile Omegadrones with wickedly barbed pikes were gathering another sort of raw materials: dozens of people, beaten and bloody, being marched single file toward the terrible pit.

OOC thread for this thread. It's time to d-d-d-d-d-duel! @Tarrakhash Your opponent is this thirsty fellow, kindly enmagined by EternalPhoenix

GM September 12th, 6.05PM Freedom City, Actually, I'm not sure where, one of the alleys by the E-Sea Bank? Kind of a blur, frankly "Boss won't forget this, mask!" The words were seriously meant, but the contempt was undercut by the fact that the man in the suit saying them was, himself, wearing a balaclava. His business partners were too busy recovering from sudden, repeated blunt force happening to them to do much but glare. the merchandise were already out of the truck, blinking uncertainly and huddled in a knot. Two of the kids had swiped a cell phone from one of their captors. It was hard to feel strongly about stealing right then. If you'd asked John where they were likely from, he might have guessed Angola. Why and how they had shown up in the truck was something that would be figured out once he'd reasoned with the businessmen. "You're wasting your time, mask!" The man was perking up now "My people will have me free in a month!" "Not if you tell him you have people," pointed out one of the quieter, wiser souls lying face-first on the rain-slick asphalt, "way to prejudice the judge against your counsel, man."

Hey, first character is in the final bits of character approval and I want to see if there is anyone looking to GM/play with him and his lovely wife! The idea behind Black Mamba is, as summarized by Exaccus: "ultimately underneath all that bluster he was once a patriotic solider who wanted to help and do good. he fell off the path but the path was waiting when he got back" I have him ready to seek out the Freedom City Auxiliary and see what he can do to help the greater good. His wife (Minion) is his back up who fixes his armor and provides him a place to live when he's not trying to save the world. She also works on Medical cybernetics and is happy to help other people who earn her trust maintain/build their tech devices. So A couple of options is to either someone to introduce him the Auxiliary as a GM, an already approved Auxiliary PC who can guide him into being a hero and then possible tie ins with other PC's who interact with Akhona. I'm excited about both of them, so if people want to interact with just one or the other on the side in other threads and times...if that's even a thing, I'm happy to write! Because it's important, typically I can post 3-4 times a week.

Freedom League Headquarters, Business Annex 10:00 EDT 7th May 2018 Even something like the Freedom League needed to do the normal drudgery necessary to keep an organisation trundling along, so tucked away in one corner of there building was a series of offices for more mundane paperwork. Surprisingly when Black Mamba had shown up to volunteer for the Auxiliaries he hadn't been met by one of the hero's but a young well dressed African American woman who introduced herself as Elizabeth Ishumi. She'd then led him through a maze of corridors to a small office and offered him a seat whilst she'd started going through his paperwork silently, it getting to that point of embarrassing silence...

All right, @Tarrakhash, @Tiffany Korta give me die rolls you think are prudent here! Maybe Notice and Sense Motive, certainly.

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Black Mamba Power Level: 10 [11] (159/170PP) Unspent Power Points: 11 Trade-Offs: -5 Defense / +5 Toughness In Brief: Failed Super Soldier Bounty Hunter who remembered his connection to humanity after experiencing the Terminus Invasion. Catchphrase: Everyone makes mistakes, this is yours. Theme: Alternate Identity: John Ross (Public) or Rooivalk (Secret) Birthplace: Durban, South Africa Residence: Penthouse inside AR Medical Industries building (Owned by Akhona) Base of Operations: Wading Way, AR Medical Industries (Owned by Akhona) Occupation: Bounty Hunter Affiliations: Is about to apply to work with the Freedom Auxiliaries. Family: Akhona Ross (Wife), Alexander Ross (Son), Nkosozana Ross (Daughter) Description: Age: 56 (DoB: 12 July 1962 ) Apparent Age: 24 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Height: 5ft10 Weight: 195lbs Eyes: Hazel Hair: Brown John is of average height and looks to be about 24 years of age, he is well built and clearly works out a lot. He has more of a marathon runners frame than a body builder although his muscles are clearly defined. His one remaining eye is Hazel and he may have been attractive at one point, the mass of scars that covers the left side of his face eradicating the left eye, and most of the eyebrow does not improve his features. If anything gives away his extended age it is the large number of scars that criss-cross his tanned skin. His hair is shaved short and is normally no more than a light stubble, the same can be said of his beard. He wears a black and gold eyepatch with the AR medical industry logo on it. He walks with the slightest of limps, but that vanishes as soon as he starts running hinting at it being more psychosomatic than a real injury. His accent is a little unusual sounding almost British unless you've actually met someone from Britain that is. History: 1962 - 1980 Born in Pietermaritzburg about an hour north of the Durban harbor. As a white English speaking South African he is part of the white elite and gets almost the best schooling he can get. His father is a successful military contractor with Armscor and his mother is a teacher. He is a pretty normal child and teenager, more interested in sport than academics and an avid hunter and because of his fathers pressure takes part in many training camps for one or another of the white supremacist para-military organizations. 1980 - 1982 Present at the Battle of Capetown his exposure to Supers meant that when he did his compulsory military service he decided to enlist in the Apartheid Gorvernment's Super Soldier program. The Super Serum didn't take, or at least they thought it didn't, and he was kicked out and sent to the normal army for the remainder of his training where he worked largely as a scout and sniper on the border of what is now Namibia. 1982 - 1985 Works throughout Africa as a mercenary. Ends up using his skills to track down escaped prisoners of war, political refugees and other unwanted by whoever could pay him and the company he worked for. Was injured several times and seemed to avoid serious injury somehow, indications that his serum hadn't quit on him fully but nothing that actually pointed out what was going to happen. 1986 - 1990 Super Serum actually starts working, he stops aging and starts to show signs of the ability to heal himself and adapt to difficult climates and terrains. The process is slow and grows as he ages but is enough to set him off looking for even more of an edge so he can actually be the Ubermensch he believes he was meant to be. His journey takes him across more of Africa and eventually brings him to Dakana the home of the White Lion. Being what he was, a White South African Super who was intent on bring a Bounty Hunter meant he was something of a sparking point for controversy but there were some, particularly of the Red Hyena Ukoo and just when John thought he was going to have to abandon the idea he met Akhona. Bright, brilliant and very good with technology she was of the Red Hyena and eager to see the world and John offered her the chance to do just that, grow her skill at working with technology. He smuggled her out of Dakana and was right behind her when he met the White Lion of the time....a scuffle ensued and needless to say John lost very badly but the White Lion spoke to him at length, leaving him to leave, and letting him know that he was abusing his power for nothing and that Akhona was a gift of the Dakana and should John hurt her John would be killed. In John's mind she was too valuable, despite her skin color, for him to harm and he would simply use her any way he could. She built him armor and for four years he was a bounty hunter, named Rooivalk, with almost no equal tiring of chasing normal humans he stepped his game up and accepted a bounty against the White Lion himself, obviously Akhona warned him against this but she was just a dark skinned woman what did she know. The White Lion beat him again, and after a lengthy fight in the jungle John fled. He didn't get very far before his battlesuit failed and he crash landed damaging himself very badly. The White lion, who had been following him, still saw goodness in John and rescued him, taking him back to Akhona. Again he reminded John that Akhona was a gift from Dakana and that he was better than what he was right now. 1990-1992 It took 2 years for John to heal, during this time despite her people's wishes Akhona looked after the bounty hunter who paid her ensuring he lacked for nothing as his superhuman powers grew with her treatment healing even his broken back with time and a few implants from her but that was not the only thing that grew. John, despite his best efforts, found himself staring into the face of someone he considered inferior in every way and over the months slowly, inevitably and not without his own attempts to stop it fell in love with her. It was the beginning of the blossoming of goodness that the White Lion had seen in him, and it was the true gift of the Dakani that the White Lion had foreseen. Her name meant gift in the Dakani tongue and so it was she was to him. By the time he could walk, and fight again, they had gotten married and left Africa and the past behind them. No more fighting, no more war or so they thought as they moved to Freedom City hoping to start their new lives. 1993 - 1999 Living in Freedom City during the Terminus Invasion dragged John back to his armor, now colored Black and Gold, and his newest incarnation as the Black Mamba into the light. It was not how he planned or how he wanted it to be. He was trying to stay out of the Super Hero scene but the Terminus invasion found him, or more importantly an Omegadrone did. It found him and Akhona and he, as he tends to, jumped into combat and managed, barely, to defeat the Omega drone with the help of the building security but at a cost. His left eye was damaged beyond repair and there were still more drones out there. Akhona, who had been maintaining his armor in case of a situation just like this brought it out and the rest is history. The Battle was hard and costly but the Hero's in Freedom City won, and it gave John his first taste of being a hero instead of what he was before...and it made him think of the White Lion's words. While he didn't sign up for the Freedom League he did pay close attention to what they were doing while 'helping' Akhona put together her medical company and having the first of his children, his son Alexander. 2000-2005 With the release of the prisoners from Blackstone Black Mamba hired out his services to bring back some of the escapees, but didn't do enough to make headlines or stand out he wanted to keep his profile as low as he could all things considered. With her business doing well enough to keep itself going Akhona decides, after finding out she is pregnant again, that it's time to spend some time in 'safer' Dakani. Their extended vaction couldn't go more wrong, it starts with Black Mamba meeting Akhona's intended husband....apparently she was betrothed, something she forgot to share and thought would be resolved at this point since she was nearing 30 years of age. Red Hyena politics was a lot more complicated than John had intended to deal with, particularly with a Dakani Warrior, Lungile Masikani , who wanted very much to stick his crystal spear into John's nether regions the only reason the two didn't come to blows was the arrival of John's second child Nkosozana and the Invasion of the Grue which both of them ended up fighting in to defend various parts of Dakana. 2006 - Present With the Tension in Dakana rising between John and his family and the Red Hyena tribe they decided it was time to return to Freedom City and raise their family, it was becoming apparent that John was no longer aging and the last decade has been difficult for him and Akhona as the very obvious physical age gap is starting to wear on them as more and more people mistake him and his son for friends rather than parent and son. They did their best and John all but gave up being the Black Mamba as he tried to make things work more easily but in the last three years there has been at least one attack that John believes is the work of the man Akhona spurned against his children. Realizing that if the Red Hyena were possibly out to get them he would need help protecting his children. He has been considering joining the Freedom Leagues Auxiliary just to try and build some allies, and subconsciously to spend less time fighting with Akhona and more time bringing bad guys to justice at least he knows he can win that fight. As of yet neither of his children have displayed super powers, but who knows what could be just around the corner. Ages as of 2018: John 56 (24) Akhona 52 Alexander 19 Nkosozana 16 Personality & Motivation: John has not always been a super hero, or even heroic at all, but after the Terminus invasion, and through the love of his wife he has learned there is more value in protecting the weak and doing good than there is in being selfish and caring only for yourself. He is determined and driven and to most seems to be rough and callous. When you see him with his children and wife, a group of people he once considered less than human, you see the soft side Akhona has brought out in him. He will do anything to protect his wife and children, the growing rift between him and his wife is causing him great distress and is a large reason why he is becoming more active in Freedom City and is actually working towards becoming a member of the Freedom League. That and he hopes Powers & Tactics: The Black Mamba armor built by Akhona Ross the mind behind AR Medical industries has many tactical options built into it. Flight allows the Black Mamba to maneuver and travel rapidly utilizing it's Energy Constrictors to tie down and immobilize flying or speeding opponents and it's Flash Bangs to soften up massed troops or hard targets but it is once it is landed that the true tactical power of the Black Mamba is revealed. Once the Dakani Crystal power arrays have energized the Triple Strength Myomer that powers the strength capabilities of the Black Mamba it's tactical options against ground troops are almost endless. Knocking foes to the ground, making large area attacks and being able to pin, stun or immobilize more powerful foes that are the same size as the Black Mamba allows it to be used for Shock and Awe tactics as easily as Extraction or Neutralization. While for many years the Black Mamba has remained neutral helping only when Freedom City or AR Medical Industries are threatened directly there are rumors that the Black Mamba is now seeking to join the Freedom League and use it's power for the good of Freedom City and eventually the world. Power Descriptions: onc The black and gold theme of AR Medical Industries logo is present in the Black Mamba battlesuit, and it is clear that they were once an arms company before they switched almost exclusively to working on cybernetics to help the disabled and other medical devices. The armor is all but impenetrable and has multiple weapon systems rumored to be powered by rare Dakani Crystal technology. It can range from a rapidly flying manouverable battle system to a ground based juggernaut. Firing golden constricting snakes made of Energy to bind it's foes, peppering the area with high powered flash bangs or slamming it's black and gold fists through concrete it leave no doubt in the mind of a viewer that it was constructed with a single purpose, bring the foe back to whomever was paying for it's services. This is most apparent when in close combat with a foe, the gauntlets charge with stunning energy and are able to release several cables that are designed to look like it's name sake the black mamba. These cables increase the ability of the user to grapple and pin his foes, even allowing the slightly larger than human sized suit to pin two opponents of the same size simultaneously. The arms joints hum and whine softly as the power is distributed through special Myomer fibers that if stimulated with enough power allow the suit to lift well over 20 tons with relative ease or slam the ground so hard as to send people falling to the ground. If the stunning gauntlets are brought together with sufficient force an arc of kinetic energy is thrown out in a cone over a 100 feet long that sends foes convulsing to the ground. Complications: Responsibility (Family): John feels he has to protect Akhona and his two kids from the dangers of the world around them. They come first and he will drop everything to go to their rescue. They can be used as levers against him, blackmail and more importantly as targets to get to him and get him to go where the like. Secret (History): John was part of the Apartheid Super Hero program, was a Bounty Hunter called Rooivalk for a number of years and a general bad guy for a long time till the 1990's. Akhona, the ex-White Lion and people in South Africa aend Dakana are aware but it is now something that people are aware of in Freedom City (Might be an idea for this to be a Bad reputation instead?) Injury (Missing Left Eye): An Omegadrone took out his left eye, left him with some rather nasty looking scars, makes him look more like the bad guy he is trying not to be. Means that he misses from time to time as his depth perception is missing. Every now and then, particularly when not in his battlesuit, he gets surprised when people move up on his left side and he tends to get angry when people want to talk about how he was injured reminding him of how helpless he can be without his armor. Enemy(Dakani Warrior - Lungile Masikani ? Akhona was betrothed before she left Dakana with John. Her intended holds a grudge and aspires to harm John, Akhona and possibly their children as well. He will do anything to hurt or dishonour John. He still has some feelings for Akhona but wishes to humiliate her if he can, would rather not hurt her. As a member of the Red Hyena he has political power within Dakana as well as acces to technology and equipment that allow him to operate on the superhuman level. Injury (Broken Back): In his battle with the White Lion he broke his back, Akhona's cybernetics returned his ability to walk and move normally but they are still vulnerable to certain frequencies of electrical charge and interference from specifically targeted jammers. If someone found out they could target it to make him unable to walk. Abilities: 4 + 0 + 8 + 4 + 4 + 0 = 20PP Strength: 30/14 (+10/+2) Dexterity: 10 (+0) Constitution: 18 (+4) Intelligence: 14 (+2) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 10 (+0) Combat: 16 +4 = 20 PP Initiative: +0 Attack: +8 Base, +10 Weapons Array Defense: +5 (+2 Base, +3 Dodge Focus), +1 Flat-Footed Grapple: +10, +18 Battlesuit, +23 full Super-Strength Knockback: -2, -12 Battlesuit Saving Throws: 5 + 3 + 7 = 15PP Toughness: +15/+4 (+4 Con, +11 Protection) [10 Impervious] Fortitude: +9 (+4 Con, +5) Reflex: +3 (+0 Dex, +3) Will: +9 (+2 Wis, +7) Skills: 84R = 21PP Acrobatics 8 (+8) Computers 8 (+10) Knowledge (Streetwise) 8 (+10) Knowledge (Technology) 8 (+10) Knowledge (Tactics) 8 *(+10) Language 4 (English, Afrikaans, Dakani, Spanish, Zulu) Profession (Bounty Hunter) 8 (+10) Notice 8 (+10) Sense Motive 8 (+10) Stealth 8 (+8) Survival 8 (+10) Feats: 15PP Attack Specialization (Weapon Systems) Dodge Focus 3 Power Attack Minion 10 (Akhona) Powers: 68PP = 68PP Device 16 (Battlesuit, 80PP Container, Flaw: Hard to Lose) [64PP] (technology) Immunity 9 (Life Support) [9DP] Might Array 7 (14PP Array, Feats: Alternate Power 1, Dynamic 2) [17DP] DBE: Flight 0-6 (0 - 500 MPH / 5000' per Move Action, Power Feat: Maneuverable 2) {0-14} DAP: Super-Strength 0-6 (Effective Strength 30-60, Heavy Load: 1600 lbs - 50 tons, Power Feats: Groundstrike, Shockwave) {0-14} Protection 11 (Extra: Impervious [10]) [21DP] Super-Senses 8 (Danger Sense [Radio], Radio [Enhancements: Accurate [+2], Analytical, Extended (100 ft Notice)], Uncanny Dodge [Radio]) [7DP] Super-Senses 1 Communication Link (Akhona's Communicator) [1DP] Weapons Array 11.5 (21PP, Feats: Alternate Power 4) [25DP] BE: Enhanced Strength 16 (to Strength 30 [+10]) Chokehold, Improved Grab, Improved Grapple, Improved Pin, Stunning Attack {20/20} AP: Snare 10 (Energy Constrictor; Feat: Tether) {21/21} AP: Dazzle 10 (Flash Bang; Extras: Area [General, Shapeable], Flaw: Limited [5 Uses A Day]) {20/20} AP: Damage 8 (Plasma Blade; Feat: Mighty, Extended Reach) + Drain(Toughness) 10 (Affects Objects Only; Linked; Feats: Extended Reach) {21/21} AP: Damage 8 (Mini-Rockets; Extras: Area[Targeted, Cone], Feats: Accurate, Selective, Progressive 2 [400']) {21/21} 9 + 17 + 21 + 7 + 1 + 25 = 80 DP Healing 8 (Failed Super Soldier Regen Flaws: Personal, Tiring Drawback: Action -1; 1 minute) [3PP] Immunity 1 (Failed Super Soldier Serum: Immunity Aging) [1PP] Drawbacks: (0) = 0PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed w/no Powers Touch DC 17 Toughness Damage [Physical] Armed w/Strength Touch DC 27 Toughness Damage [Physical] Blast Ranged DC 25 Toughness Damage [Energy] Damage Touch DC 25 Toughness Damage [Physical] TOTALS Abilities (20) + Combat (20) + Saving Throws (15) + Skills (21) + Feats (15) + Powers (68) - Drawbacks (00) = 159/170 Power Points