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High Earth orbit The Lighthouse February 14, 2024 8:30 PM UTC (Greenwich Mean Time) / 3:30 PM Freedom City, New Jersey A request had come to the Freedom League from the Atlantean royal family, asking them to allow rather recent Claremont graduate Heroditus Stylianos the opportunity to examine some of the technology used in the Lighthouse. Given the close connections and long history between the League and the royal family, the request had of course been granted and arrangements made for a tour. While coordinating the tour, Velocity had realized that although Ghost, the most recent member of the team, had joined a couple years earlier, he had not really had the full orientation on operations on the Lighthouse. Deciding to take the opportunity to take care of both things at once, the speedster had arranged for the two to meet her at Freedom Hall so they could teleport up to the space station. "And welcome to the Lighthouse." Velocity said with a smile as she appeared on the Lighthouse's teleportation pad along with Heroditus and Ghost. The yellow clad speedster gave a wave to the technician manning the controls for the teleporter as she stepped off the pad. "We are currently located on deck five, which also houses the infirmary." Glancing back to the other two, she continued, "So, up to you if you want to work our way up to the command center before starting in on the lower levels or start up at the top and just work our way down."

GM Wyvaan IV Outer length of the Perseus Arm Lor Time Mark 2002.5 (August 28, 2021 Terran Calendar) Blaster fire streaked past Sitara Shashikala and Maybelle McQueen as they had approached the entrance to a pre-fab warehouses within an industrial zone of a large city that had sprung up on the once sparsely populated fourth planet of the Wyvaan system. Like many of the most hospitable worlds within or near Coalition worlds, Wyvaan IV had seen a massive increase in population in the years since the Incursion through the relocation efforts for those that had been displaced. Despite how recent the relocation efforts had been, many of the relocated sentients had come to view Wyvaan IV as their home and the world had begun to prosper as it joined the Coalition. However, given its proximity to the revived portions of the Stellar Khanate, the sudden growth in population had allowed Khanate criminal syndicates to easily expand their influence to the world. It had been a request from the planetary government that had brought a group of Praetorians to the world to help shut down some of those operations. Sitara had managed to quickly uncover some leads, which had led them to this industrial zone. Apparently the syndicate members were not at all reluctant about putting up a bit of a fight. "Traveller, Quennie, be careful, there are more armed beings approaching from the side streets." Came a message over the comms channel from Magnetar, another Praetorian who had been covering the pair's approach to the warehouse from the air.

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Fennic Town, Temuera II, Lor Exlcusion Zone, 13.0.7.3.1 The planet Temuera sat on the edge of the Lor Republic, a blasted rock that was barely able to support life. It would probably have been of no interest to anyone but the Science core if it wasn’t for the deposits of Tepeyoite a glassy mineral with numerous uses in high tech equipment. Hence places like Fennic Town had popped up around the more generous veins of the mineral. Beneath the blasted surface of the planet however there was secrets long buried bought to light but the miners that didn’t know what they had discovered. Other did however and raiders had arrived to try and claim these sites, and the precious minerals, to try and profit with those that would purchase such things. The raiders needed to be stopped so through all the subtle channels a call had gone out for heroes, as rough and ready as needed, to help defend the people of this nowhere planet.

Fennic Town, Temuera II, Lor Exlcusion Zone 13.0.7.1.0 The planet Temuera sat on the edge of the Lor Republic, a blasted rock that was barely able to support life. It would probably have been of no interest to anyone but the Science core if it wasn’t for the deposits of Tepeyoite a glassy mineral with numerous uses in high tech equipment. Hence places like Fennic Town had popped up around the more generous veins of the mineral. With so many credits changing hands the worst scum of the Republic, and surrounding interstellar nations had congratulated to fleece the miners of the hard worn Tepeyoite. One place was Fennic’s best, or at least cheapest Cantina’s where someone arrived that wasn’t here for such things in the slightest.

Roll's 'n stuff for here.

GM Ardor asteroid belt just a few light years inside Lor Space Along the inner edge of the Perseus Arm Lor time mark 1881.7 [January 16, 2019 (Terran Calendar)] The Ardor asteroid belt was a collection of various sized asteroids that stretched nearly half a light year along one of the boarders of Lor Space. For centuries it has lay well away from any inhabited Lor systems and thus was out of the path of any regular trade lanes. However, that had changed several cycles ago, back before the Incursion, when a Quantum Dark Zone singularity had caused the belt to migrate, pulling it closer to one of the outer space lanes of the Republic. A team of Lor scientists along with Terran scientist Quentin Quill had gone to investigate the singularity. However, Quill was accidently pulled into the singularity during the investigation and the Lor science team eventually returned to Lor-Van. And then the Communion arrived. The singularity had been all but forgotten by the Republic during the Communion War and the aftermath. That was until almost one Terran year ago, when Quentin Quill managed to free himself from the singularity. But even then, the Lor had not resumed study of the anomaly and it was ignored once more. Less than one standard day ago, when the passive sensors of the Lor research laboratory situated on of the larges asteroids in the belt had detected a massive energy shift from within the singularity, sending the readings back to the Republic…

Deep Space, Lor Border Zone 14th Jyeshtha 2075 "I did not know that Terrans still had a nudity taboo!" A bemused Sitara walked back into the cabin of the Kavaca zipping up her freshly donned jumpsuit, the ships proximity alarm providing a well-timed distraction. The voice of Akazavani spoke as soon as Sitara entered the cabin, she could speak where she wanted in the ship and even had a holographic image for just such occasions. But she was being well behaved today, obviously, she understood Terran behaviour better than Sitara did. "We're picking up a distress call from a Lor Navy ship, the Glorious Exploration of the Unknown."

Derendis, the City of the Grand Tributary Kolast They were leading one of the heretics through the town square. What she had done, Cavalier couldn't say. They had cast her in dirty cloth that he couldn't entirely say was clean on animal waste. Her head had been shaved bald, and her mouth was fitted with rusted iron. As far as he could guess, she might have tried dealing in one of the forbidden arts. Like making thunder from the stinking earth, or concocting potions that could drive out the so-called "invisible demons" that brought men to ruin. All men knew that ruin was the gods inflicting disfavor. Or calling the anointed home. One of the two, and you could never tell which was which. It was all the province of the gods. Cavalier drew up his cloak and tried to look away. Intervention would just raise a hell of a lot of questions - questions they could not spare. Questions that would eventually end in fire and restraints. They had a target to find. "You guys got anything on this 'Anointed of Olaya' yet?"

Eh'Qui 9 Time and Date unknown There were many signs that Facsimile wasn't on Earth anymore, the grass he was lying in was to green, the sky was a little too blue and looking down at him was several small horse-faced aliens. They looked down at him with a mix of concern and curiosity, after all as far as he knew he'd just fallen from the sky in front of them. The chatted excitedly to each other, apparently trying to work out if he was a danger, in cute little voices that sounded a little like horse whinnies.

Asteroid 60339-Bixby, The Asteroid Belt, Sol System Asteroid 60339-Bixby was an unremarkable object in Earths solar system on recently found after 5 million years in the darkness it would have remained unremarkable until humanity made it's into space. But a passing ESA probe had picked up a faint signal of alien origins coming from the asteroid, they'd passed it onto the Freedom League who'd passed it onto CoVic station. Seeing as it was probably a fairly innocuous signal, many systems had scattered remains of various von Neumann machines of pass explorations, the Praetorian had arranged for to check it out on their regular patrol. Just in case anything was found they'd arranged for a representative of the Sol System to meet them before they reached the asteroid itself. Everything seemed routine, though this was like nothing they could have possibly imagined...

Kestevan 79 Coalition Victory Station Legion Day GM Post Tra’Nor should have been celebrating with all the other Lor on the station, today was when they celebrated all the achievements of the Lor military and even though the station wasn’t part of the Republic many of the establishments allowed those like her to eat and drink for free. On New Lor-Van the finest ships of the fleet would fill the skies and the finest legion would march to be cheered by the gathered Lor. But Tra’Nor didn’t feel that they really had anything to celebrate, since the fall of Lor-Var during the Communion War the Republic hadn’t been as strong as it once was, the different fleet off fighting to stabilize the Republic from threats outside. Maybe it was the old tales her clone mother use to tell but she felt that the Republic need larger than life heroes and whilst the Republic produced many of her own, like the Grand Nauarchus Frankan, but she felt that the almost mythic Praetorians fitted the bill rather well. So this Legion Day she had volunteered to sit on monitor duty in the CoVic’s Praetorian base bathed in the blue light of the many displays seeing the known galaxy monitored, though nothing apparently was happening today. Apparently today was going to be quiet today, the rest of the universe was taking the day off as well. With the Praetorian's she should have know better.

GM Coalition Victory Station The Shift Work Bar, Brickstown March 24, 2017 (Terran Calendar) The Shift Work was hardly the most upstanding establishment. Tucked right in the heart of Brickstown the bar was an easy stop off for the various workers in the manufacturing plants of this part of the station. The patrons were mostly honest working people, looking for a place to rest after a long day's work. Some of course were looking to do a little more, get into fights or get drunk on cheaper and stronger stuff than you could find in plenty of other places in Lor space. People from around the galaxy, people who were in danger of this new menace. The disappearances had been getting worse. More and more people were vanishing or else being found dead. All of them were either drained of blood or they were left flash frozen. Rumors were that some metropolis on Earth, millions of light years away was facing a similar problem. There was an air of unease at the Shift Work. Two patrons had been last seen leaving this bar. In one corner a patron watched the bar, waiting. A Green Xobron, an uncommon sight in this part of the galaxy. His two pairs of arms were folded as he slowly used one of his tails to raise a drink to his lips. Life goes on, no matter how hard someone tries to stop it. Gear thought to himself, it was inspiring. The killings had felt odd, and targeting those who would have little impact on the galaxy, the tell tale mark of a time criminal. He would know. So he waited, and watched, for something that felt off.

@Ari @KnightDisciple @Tiffany Korta Let's hunt some not so friendly neighborhood space vampires: http://www.freedomplaybypost.com/topic/9620-blood-runs-cold-ic/

Rodnak 252 Edge of the Lor Republic GM Post Even when the Republic was at it’s height Rodnak was considered a frontier world. Far from the machinations of Lor-Van this sleepy little agricultural planet was beneath most people’s knowledge. The Communion and even common raiders passed it by considering it too small for there notice. Even with the republic still recovering from the Incursion and the safe borders creeping parsec’s from this little planet no one gave it any notice. It was the perfect place if you wanted to hide away from everyone, just you and you secrets as the populous wasn’t the type to question you pass. Arak City was as close you call a capital and even it was no more than a few building clustered together with an area cleared and treated for shuttles to land and refuel. Though no one had used the pad in almost a year now, though that was something that was about to change...

Kestevan 79 GM A pair of Lor officers made their way into the new headquarters of the ancient alien group known as the Praetorians. The space was still very much under construction and being refurbished, with a number of Lor technicians assisting in the process. But these two Lor officers were not there to oversee assisting the Praetorians in establishing their new facility. Instead they were there on behalf of the Republic to request the assistance of the Praetorians. With the Communion stopped, some semblance of normalcy had returned to this sector of the universe, and that had allowed the Republic to return its attentions to several matters that had been unattended when stopping the Communion had been of utmost importance. But even now the Republic did not have sufficient resources to deal with all the problems at hand. As the pair moved down the corridor, a larger hulking reptilian humanoid moved over toward them. The figure towered just over eight feet tall, covered in green and brown scales, with a long tail that ended in a spiked ball. "Greetings officers," the reptilian humanoid stated in accented GalStandard, "I am Seresk, may I be of assistance?" "Greetings Praetorian Seresk, I am Commander E'tten of the Lor Star Navy, and this is Aya K'zan from the Allied Liaison/Intelligence Extra-National Service." The male Lor stated in response. "We are here to speak with Praetorian Val-Ren about a matter in which the Republic wishes to request the assistance of the Praetorians." The large reptilian alien gave a small nod. "Please, follow me." It replied before turning and leading the pair off down the corridor. A short while later, the trio arrived at the central command center of the headquarters, a larger circular dome shaped room with a number of other exits. Like most of the rest of the facility, it was still undergoing significant renovations and work, a number of Praetorians and technicians working on installing various systems along the room's walls. In the center of the room was a larger holographic system capable of displaying and tracking information for multiple units and locations. Gathered around the holo display were four individuals, currently in conversation about the progress of renovations for the facility. One was a humanoid female, slightly over average height for a Lor or Terran, with long black and purple hair and dark orange skin. She was dressed in a full length white bodysuit, with black diamond shapes surrounded by golden yellow trim on the shoulders, upper chest and back. Her black boots and gloves also has the golden yellow trim, and a long black cape trailed behind her. It was not hard to match her appearance to the reports about Paradigm that had circulated among the Coalition forces during the Communion incursion. Two of the other three were also female, one, dressed in a red jumpsuit, appeared to be Terran, with long black hair and a deep tan complexion. The other woman, who also resembled a Terran, had long dark blonde hair and was dressed in a blue and white military style uniform. The crisp and perfect uniform, as well as the woman's stern, commanding presence, left little doubt that she had at least once been in the military. She had a jagged scar along one eye, and her left arm was a sleek, mechanical replacement. The fourth figure was dressed in familiar armor of a Star Knight, his armor bright green in its coloring. The Star Knight's helmet was currently not deployed, reveling a Terran who was easily recognizable as Star Knight Kyle Steward, also known as Cavalier. "Excuse me Imperatrix," Seresk stated as he lead the two Lor forward into the room and towards the four gathered in the center, "may I introduce Commander E'tten of the Lor Star Navy, and Aya K'zan from the Allied Liaison/Intelligence Extra-National Service, here on behalf of the Lor Republic."

Unit 47-42 Coalition Victory Station, Kestevan 79 Almost every place where starfaring races gathered you’d find a bar like this tucked away where only those in the know would find it. Not the brawl ridden bars where crew who’s spent day or weeks in space could go to let off a little steam but somewhere where those who were a little different could find some company, if not there own species than someone who could understand. Bipedal Carbon based sapients may be the norm, and just as many theories why they did, but others sentients were out there and many liked to gather to share gossip and find company with a drink of something equivalent to alcohol, and for that many went to places like 47-42. Tucked away in the lower depths of the station the bar was a pretty non descript place,easy to miss if you didn’t know of it’s existence, and almost as plain on the inside consisting of just reconfigurable benches and chairs around rather basic holo tables. The bar with similarly rather basic the only bartender being a retired medical droid, 4T-RN, who could tell which drink each customers could safely drink without harming themselves. The only entertainment was a band who only seemed to know one song, but they played it with some gusto. The place was almost totally unknown to the dominant species of the station, not that the few that knew of the place was unwelcome.

Aboard the Kavaca, Kuiper Belt, Terran System The Praetorian craft zipped through the various objects at the very edge of the Terran Solar system. Everything had seemed to have recovered from the Communion attack but the station near the Pluto wormhole kept picking up stray signals from beyond Eris. Terran equipment was struggling to pinpoint anything solid, so they’d asked the Praetorians to come take a look with these more sophisticated sensors. With the general rebuilding of the Praetorians and their base they could only spare a one craft and crew, though with the Praetorians that was normally more than enough.

The OOC

San El-H, Djanei VI GM Post In the height of the Delaztri Empire Djanei was the height of learning bringing scientists and academics from throughout the empire and beyond. Now it was a forgotten world on the edge of Lor space, it one great universities lost to the deciduous forest that covered much of the world. Sam El-H was a small frontier town sat on the edge of a mine reclaiming exotic metals from the soil. Most of the miners were still working their claims so the cantina was mostly deserted when a half dozen armoured figures entered the bar. A mass of almost clashing colours and with an elaborate helmets it would be easy to underestimate them as purely ceremonial, except for the deadly blaster stapped to there waist. They began to harass the barkeep, one of the original Delazti settlers, about expected supplies that they had no intention to pay a single credit. There order didn’t say they weren’t meant to interfere, though technically it wasn’t there territory, but Sitara had alway been fuzzy about order in cases like this. “I do believe that he doesn't want to help you with your problems, I suggest you leave now before trouble breaks out.†she was seemed relaxed, though she kept her hand near her power pike just in case. “This doesn’t involve you stranger don’t get involved.†his spoke the local tongue with a heavy accent. “Besides...†he looked around a little over dramatically “I count six of us, who have you got on your side?â€

Kestevan 79 Magnetar 23,000 LY from Terra November 2014 (Terran Calendar) Why are we here? It was a hard question not to ask as the Praetorians' starship approached the world Moon-Moth had designated as the next target of the Communion. Kestevan 79, and its companion magnetar were a long-dead supernova remnant - the nebula, the neutron star inside, and its magentar companion both had been classified as navigational hazards by the Delaztri and generally avoided by their fleets, something that as far as they could tell had remained the same for Lor and Grue both. After all, what could possibly live in the wash of gases and X-Rays produced by nebula and burning magnetar alike? But there was, as far as the Curator had been able to tell, life on the sole world orbiting Beta Kestevan - life that was by all accounts a target for the Communion. For his part, Solar Sentinel found conditions equally grim as he headed out into the remote space near the Kestevan system, a system so remote and so irradiated that it had remained largely unclaimed in all the space wars he had ever heard of. There was no debris in the system, no asteroids or other planets - just the invisible at this distance neutron star that was Beta Kestevan (for all that it howled like a dead god on the radio) and the single white orb beneath the brilliantly burning shape of the Kestevan nova that floated over the system like the ghost of a dead star. Kestevan I - the only life-bearing world for light-years. Kestevan I; the next target of the Communion. A small collection of older, disreputable-looking starships were in orbit as Sentinel and Praetorians took up their positions in the vast depths of space; the wash of radiation in the system making whatever signals they might be sending to each other impossible to read. The planet was cold and desolate even from space, frozen nearly from pole to pole. Down below, on the icy surface of Kestevan I, a small handful of city lights twinkled at the equator, the planet's only source of free water. They had no idea what was coming.

The OOC

The Traveller Power Level: 11 [15] (200/250PP) Trade-Offs: None Unspent Power Points: 50 In Brief: A warrior-scholar who has spent millennia wandering the galaxy helping people. Residence: A citizen of the Universe Base of Operations: Space Catchphrase: "In all mine time wandering the Universe.." Alternate Identity: Sitara Shashikala Identity: Public Birthplace: Indus Valley, Earth Occupation: Soldier, Scholar and Explorer Affiliations: Praetorians Family: Long dead Description: Age: 5,000 Apparent Age: 30 Gender: Female Ethnicity: South Asian. Height: 5'8" Weight: 119 lbs. Eyes: Brown Hair: Black Though her biology has been massively altered by her masters on the outside she appears much as she did when she left Earth all those Millennia ago. She tend to go for simple comfortable clothing normally the jump suit she wears inside her armour. The armour itself if a thing of beauty appearing to be ceramic of some kind. It's a sparkling white with fine intricate engraving on its surface in Aztec or even Celtic style abstract forms, only the faceplate is unformatted just appearing as a black surface, which Sitara can cause to become opaque as needed. Underneath the armoured plates there seems to be a number of fine interlocking cog-like meshes that seems to move and shift as the armour moves about. The power pike that she carries is similarly designed with the intricate patterning on it's surface. The weapon is designed to be split into two parts but the join is so fine that it's almost impossible to tell. Power Descriptions: Sitara has had her biochemistry radically altered to such an extent that she's not technically human any more. Thanks to these alteration she is effectively immortal and can fight off any infections in the environment. Her biorhythmic field has also been altered, which synchs up with the armour and pike's own power systems, meaning that only she can use the equipment. History: Over four thousand years ago there existed a peaceful race of aliens, the mArttik Avata, who gave their time to peaceful pursuits to expand there knowledge of the universe. Unfortunately in their travels they came across another race, the Amitra, as advanced as themselves but with an interest in only violence and conquest. Unable to even consider committing violence against another creature the mArttik Avata could not bring themselves to fight the Amitra directly, but they knew that if they did not challenge the Amitra they would conquer and enslave, if not destroy, all the other fledgling races that inhabited the galaxy. So they decided that they would form a army from some of the more primitive races who would fight this vital battle for the future of the galaxy for them. One of the planets they choose was Earth. Sitara who lived among the flowering Indus valley civilization had always been curious, travelling many miles from her home city to see what was beyond the next hill. When the strangers from the stars came it was not long before she had travelled to visit these strange creatures from beyond. When they asked for volunteers to journey with them to fight among the stars she didn't hesitate, even though she had never raised even her voice in anger; she would do almost anything to explore the stars above her. They must have seen something in the young woman for she was one of the few chosen to serve these aliens. The mArttik Avata took her, along with many others, to their home planet where they radically altered the volunteers' biochemistry and began to teach them all that they knew. Not only did they train them to fight effectively with all the weapons available to them they also taught them about the sciences and the universe around them. Then they were set loose to fight in one of the most brutal wars of that era which took a massive toll on their forces, but they knew that they needed to fight on or all would be lost. Sitara doesn't know how the war was final ended, gravely injured in a battle she was placed in a healing pod. When she awoke thousands of years had passed and there was no sign of either the mArttik Avata her or the Amitra that they fought. After awaking she wandered the universe helping those in trouble where she could learning what she could about the galaxy she was now in, trying to find out what had happened to those she fought alongside. Eventually she fell into another group that was trying to protect the universe from threats and once again she was placed on suspension, from which she has only recently awoken. Personality & Motivation: Even after the millennia of wandering the universe Sitara's curiosity hasn't been sated, she still has a strong desire to explore and discover new things. There is always the next planet where something new can be found. Seeing the worst that the universe can offer has left Sitara a little jaded and slow to full trust others but she had also seen the best of the universe and has a guarded optimism about how things will pan out. She tend to hide her true feeling behind a confident bluster with a thick veil of humour, she lives her life hard as if all those centuries of travel could come to an end tomorrow. Powers & Tactics: Sitara was trained as a soldier and tend to try and break things down into an military encounter always looking for the best tactical advantage before striking. That said she can in the heat of battle become a little gun-ho. Complications: It was here last time... : Sitara has gained vast knowledge about the people and places of the universe. Unfortunately some of her information can be centuries, if not millennia out of date. We have plenty of time : After millennia of existence, plus a push towards perfection, means that Sitara finds difficult to rush things. Even if she has only seconds to disarm a bomb she will stay until the very last second. Distracted by the shiny: Sitara was taught by the raise that recruited her to find the beauty in the universe around her, sometimes she can get carried away and focus on the beauty, be it a sunrise or an intricate device, to the detriment of more important things going on around her. I am Legend: Those that Sitara fought for, both four thousand and a thousand years ago, have become legends among modern races. In some they are revered as heros, lifted up to god like presence, other however remember them as cruel conquerors or even evil destroying demons. Abilities: 4 + 4 + 6 + 10 + 6 + 2 = 32PP Strength: 14/20 (+2/+5) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 16/24 (+3/+7) Intelligence: 20 (+5) Wisdom: 16 (+3) Charisma: 12 (+1) Combat: 12 + 10 = 22PP Initiative: +6 Attack: +6 Base, +10 Combat Pike Grapple: +8/+11 Defense: +10 (+5 Base, +5 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Knockback: -7 Saving Throws: 1 + 8 + 7 = 16PP Toughness: +7/+10 (+3/+7 Con, +3 Protection [impervious 4]) Fortitude: +4/+8 (+3/+7 Con, +1) Reflex: +10 (+2 Dex, +8) Will: +10 (+3 Wis, +7) Skills: 136R = 34PP Bluff 9 (+10) Computers 10 (+15) Craft (Electronic) 10 (+15) Skill Mastery Craft (Mechnaical) 10 (+15) Skill Mastery Diplomacy 9 (+10) Gather Information 14 (+15) Intimidate 9 (+10) Knowledge (Galactic Lore) 10 (+15) Knowledge (Tactics) 10 (+15) Skill Mastery Knowledge (Technology) 10 (+15) Skill Mastery Language 4 (Delaztri, English, Sanskrit [Native], Galstandard, Lor) Medicine 2 (+5) Notice 7 (+10) Pilot 13 (+15) Sense Motive 7 (+10) Survival 2 (+5) Feats: 17PP Ambidexterity Attack Specialization (Combat Pike) 2 Dodge Focus 5 Equipment 2 (10 EP to Praetorian spaceships and HQ) Improved Initiative 1 Improvised Tools Inventor Jack-of-all-Trades Skill Mastery (Craft [Electronics], Craft [Mechanical], Knowledge [Tactics], Knowledge [Technology]) Uncanny Dodge (Auditory) Well-Informed Powers: 2 + 54 + 23 = 79PP Immunity 2 (Aging, Disease) [2PP] Power Armour 13 (65 PP Device, Hard to Lose, Feats: Restricted 2 [biorhythmic Field]) [54PP] Communication 2 (Radio 100 ft Extra: Area) [4PP] Comprehend 3 ( Read All, Speak All [One at a time], Understand All ) [6PP] Enhanced Constitution 10 [10PP] Enhanced Strength 6 [6PP] Flight 6 ( 500 mph, 5000 ft/rnd) [12PP] Immunity 10 (Life Support, Starvation & Thirst) [10PP] Impervious Toughness 5 [5PP] Protection 3 [3PP] Space Travel 1 (Interplanetary) [2PP] Super-Senses 3 (Darkvision, Direction Sense) [3PP] Super-Strength 2 (Effective Strength 30, Heavy Load: 1,600lbs) [4PP] Power Pike 7 (35PP Device, Easy to Lose, Feats: Restricted 2 [biorhythmic Field]) [23PP] Weapon Modes 12 (27PP Array, Alternative Power 8 ) [35PP] Base Power: Blast 12 (160ft increments; Feats: Improved Critical; Improved Range; Precise)) [27PP] Alternate Power: Blast 8 (160ft increments; Extra: Autofire; Feats: Improved Critical, Improved Range 1) [26PP] Alternate Power: Blast 8 (160ft increments; 40ft Bust Area; Extra: Area - General (Burst), Feat: Improved Range 1) [25PP] Alternate Power: Dazzle 9 (Visual Senses, 90ft range, 45ft Burst Area; Extra: Area - General (Burst)) [27PP] Alternate Power: Drain Toughness 8 (80ft increments; Extra: Affects Objects, Ranged, Feats: Precise, Reversible) [26PP] Alternate Power: Paralyze 8 + Strike 7 (Feats: Improved Critical, Improved Trip, Mighty) [26PP] Alternate Power: Stun 12 [24PP] Alternate Power: Stun 6 (Extras: Autofire, Ranged [60ft increments]) [24PP] Alternate Power: Stun 6 (Extra: Area - General (Burst), Ranged [60ft increments]) [20PP} DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 20 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Blast 11 Ranged DC 26 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Blast 6 Ranged DC 21 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Blast 7 Ranged DC 22 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Dazzle 7 Ranged DC 17 Fort Dazzle Drain Toughness Ranged DC 16 Fort (Staged) Drained Toughness Paralyze+Stun Touch DC 16 Fort (Staged) Paralyze DC 22 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Stun Touch DC 21 Fort (Staged) Stun Stun Touch DC 15 Fort (Staged) Stun Stun Ranged DC 15 Fort (Staged) Stun Totals: Abilities (32) + Combat (22) + Saving Throws (16) + Skills (34) + Feats (17) + Powers (79) - Drawbacks (0) = 200/250 Power Points