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"Like moths to a flame I suppose." Maybe Waco would become safe again once they were gone. They did attract some bad guys there. Of course it could just as easily be too late for that. Who knows, there was time to get new heroes. Keep Waco Wacko was an unofficial slogan to the town anyways. They would find more heroes. Not like villains were the only ones drawn to excitement and challenge anyway. "Oh man, if those guys are working together," Hyperactive laughed. "They would be more dysfunctional than my team." Plus they all kinda came at it as though they were going to beat the Warriors one by one. And one on one. As many times as he put them down and humiliated them Tyson wished they would give up. He almost felt bad. Almost. Oh well, if they were connected they were probably better off making each others' lives more difficult. No need to dismantle that operation just yet. "You've been around a while and pretty publicly too. Do you have a nemesis?" Hyperactive asked. "Like a personal rival and enemy?" "Hi, Hyperactive. Nice to meet you." Hyperactive said before extending his hand to the waitress. "Quite the balance with those shoes."

Greasy Gear Power Level: 10 (150/155PP) Unspent Power Points: 5 Trade-Offs: -5 defense/+5 toughness, -2 attack/+2 damage In Brief: A four armed time and space traveling gunsmith who is running from his past. Catchphrase: My Past is my business Theme: Alternate Identity: Emperor of Terror Xor'cran Zemer'ker'fren Xax'lec'kian, High Weapon Artist, Lord Smith of The Grand Rel Imperium, Forger of: the Hammer of Infinty, The Spear of Unending Terror, the Cannonade of Destiny and a Thousand other Beautiful and Unspeakable Bringers of Death. Birthplace: Xobron Residence: Space Base of Operations: Space Occupation: Bounty hunter/wandering vagabond (Formerly weapon maker and artist) Affiliations: Rel Imperium, Formerly. Family: None. Description: Age: 275 (DoB:, 2175]) Apparent Age: Stopped aging at 123 years old, or early adulthood. Gender: Male Ethnicity: Green Xobron Weight: 250 lbs Eyes: Orange Hair: Green Greasy Gear is a Green Xobron, four armed and three tailed creatures from deep space. He has four very powerful arms sprouting from a large stocky frame. His face is simian like, with his two orange eyes often behind his blue goggles. He is tough, muscled and fairly attractive. His tail is long and lithe, with golden rings on the end. He doesn't want to talk about this. History: Through time and space, in the right circles one name carries fear and respect: Xor’cran. Weapons of that name carry a connotation of quality and beauty. Across the multiverse there are weapons with the Mark of Xor’cran. They have been used to change history. A Xobron is born with one syllable. He or she must earn every last syllable. Xor was no different. He was thirteen when he earned his second syllable and became a full-fledged member of his house by passing the trial of the forge. At the age of thirty Xor Xax witnessed a crime committed with future weapons. The authorities put it away quietly, but Xor Xax saw something. He saw beauty in death, and he saw his ticket to greatness. Over the next few years he worked his way into a criminal organization. He earned new names and a new reputation. He was one of the greatest weapon smiths in the game. A veritable artist. Eventually he encountered a wounded time master and killed him. He took the time master's gear and reverse engineered it. He then went back in time and prevented the officer's murder, while handing the new time travel materials to his younger self. After that: Chaos. He committed crimes across time and eventually the multiverse in the name of profit. He killed a few people, but mostly he sold weapon art to the highest bidder. The blood of empires was on his hands. His own syndicate became known as the Rel Imperium. He was the Emperor of Terror. He was the High Weapon Artist. He was the Lord Smith of The Grand Rel Imperium. He was the Forger of: the Hammer of Infinty, The Spear of Unending Terror, the Cannonade of Destiny and a Thousand other Beautiful and Unspeakable Bringers of Death. He was all these things, until he wasn't. Some say he killed an innocent child. Some his lover. Some say he saw a world felled by his weapons. In any case, the Emperor of Terror simply vanished. Greasy Gear will tell anyone that he's been sailing across the multiverse for decades. He’s spent a pretty significant time on Earth-D-Pirate-1. That's all. He is just a bad guy doing good. He will not speak of his past, it is no one’s business. Personality & Motivation: Redemption. He wanders the multiverse doing good on any scale he can. Staying below the radar to avoid time cops, his gang, and rivals alike. He also needs money to eat, so he still gambles and bounty hunts across time and space. Powers & Tactics: Greasy Gear tends to resort to violence as a last resort. He tries to sneak about, and is decent at doing so. However when combat appears inevitable he has two strategies. He prefers to fight the common thug with his massive hammer. When he’s out numbered or the enemy draws large weapons he tends to get to cover and open up with his four acoustic disruptors. Big and powerful targets will often find themselves the focus of him firing all four of his weapons in an all-out blast. Power Descriptions: Gear uses four glowing blue disruptor pistols that emit glowing blue energy beams when they fire. They make a “FWAZZIP!” noise when they fire. His Hammer is almost six feet long and he uses all four hands when he uses it. He prefers wide sweeping strikes when he attacks. Complications: Legacy of Death: Across the multiverse, he was sown and reaped death. He has sold to the worst of the worst and had no cares for who was hurt by that. Now he does and he is haunted by the fact that history and the future will only know him as a villain. Emperor of Terror: Gear sowed terror and horror across the multiverse and his face in some worlds is still one that will get him killed if he isn’t careful. His reign was across time, past and future, meaning that the multiverse will never know him as a hero. High Weapon Artist: His weapons are prized and deadly, and despite his shame he still feels pride over each piece he made. As foolish as it seems he would rather collect his old weapons and lock them away than to destroy them. His weapons usually use sonic energy or vibrations which are both the traditional weapons and vulnerabilities of his people. When did you meet me?: Because of his time travel, he may meet people who he wronged in his old life. Or he may meet people who he or his weapons killed but haven’t died yet. Wanted Man: The Time Masters are after him for selling anachronistic weapons across time. This can definitely be a plot hook. Abilities: 0 + 8 + 8 + 10 + 0 - 2 = 24PP Strength: 10 (+0) Dexterity: 18 (+4) Constitution: 18 (+4) Intelligence: 20 (+5) Wisdom: 10 (+0) Charisma: 8 (-1) Combat: 16 + 10 = 26 PP Initiative: +4 Attack: +8 Melee, +8 Ranged, +8 base Defense: +5, +3 Base, +3 Flat-Footed Grapple: +8 Knockback: -10 Saving Throws: 3 + 2 + 4 = 9 PP Toughness: +15 (+4 Con, +11 Protection) [+5 Impervious] Fortitude: +7 (4 Con, +3) Reflex: +6 (+4 Dex, +2) Will: +4 (+0 Wis, +4) Skills: 44R = 11PP Computers 8 (+13, Skill Mastery) Craft (Electronic) 8 (+ 13, Skill Mastery) Disable Device 8 (+13, Skill Mastery) Knowledge Technology 8 (+13, Skill Mastery) Knowledge History 4 (+9) Language 4 (Lor, English, Grue, Pirate, Native: Galstandard) Stealth 4 (+ 8) Feats: 4 PP All Out Attack Improvised tools Inventor Skill mastery (Computers, Craft (Electronic), Disable Device, Knowledge (Technology)) Powers: 35 + 29 + 15 = 79 PP Container 7 (Xobron Physiology, Extra; Duration: [Permanent]) [35 PP] (Alien, Genetic) Additional limbs 3 (5 limbs; 2 extra arms and three tails) [3PP] Immunity 10 (Life support, Aging) [10 PP] Protection 6 (Tough skin) [6PP] Protection 5 (Impenetrable skin, Extras: Impervious) [10 PP] Super movement 3 (Wall crawl 2, Sure-footed) [6PP] Device 8 (Futuristic Weapons, 40 PP container, Feats; Multiweapon 5, Flaws; easy to lose) [29 PP] (Tech) Future Weapons Array 19: (38 PP Array, Feats; Alternate power 2) [40 PP] Base Power: Blast 12 (Acoustic disruptors, Extras; Autofire, Complications: Power loss: 3 ranks of Blast and 1 rank of split for each blaster disarmed, Feats; Split attack 2) {38/38 PP} (Sonic, tech) Alternate Power: Blast 10 (Plasma grenades, Extras; Area: Burst, Feats; Accurate) {31/38} Alternate Power: Strike 12 (Hammer of Sorrow, Extras; Autofire, Penetrating) {36/38 PP} (Sonic, tech) Device 5 (Cosmic Cycle, 25 PP container, Easy to lose) [15 PP] (Tech) Flight 10 (10,000 mph) [20 PP] Super Movement 3 (Temporal Travel 3, Flaws; unreliable 1/day -1 PP/rank) [3PP] Super Movement 1 (Space travel, almost light speed) [2PP] Drawbacks 3PP Vulnerability (Vibration, Frequency: Uncommon, Intensity: Major, -3PP) DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Acoustic pistols Ranged DC 27 Toughness Damage Hammer Touch DC 27 Toughness Damage Plasma Grenade Ranged DC 25 Toughness Damage Totals Abilities 24 + Combat 26 + Saves 9 + Skills 11/44 + Feats 4 + Powers 79 - Drawbacks 3 = (150/155PP)

GM With a flash of movement the speedster on the deck of the ship disappeared from Vladmir's view. Then reappeared a few feet from his face. "Ahoy matey, can I be helpin' ye or do ye be wishin' to keep spyin'?" The speedster asked as the other person, who seemed to be from this world appeared in a blur beside him. "You look like you're good in a fight." The young man said before extending a hand. "Hyperactive, the Waco Streak. We can use all the help we can get."

PC "So that's why you went looking for our Warriors." Hyperactive said. "We've banished Aokuewa to the underworld twice on this world." He added. Black Sunset was right, these guys looked a lot tougher than they did on this world. Except for this world's Mystery Master, who seemed to be just as bookish, though that was fine for a wizard. "Does he have a crew and ship like y'all do?" "He has a fleet." Mystery Master answered, he looked annoyed with the rain and growing storm. "A veritable flotilla manned by Night Marchers bound to his service. The problem is not the fleet, or Aokuewa, it is the combination of the two." He had a daughter on this world. The thought had been bouncing around his head for a while now. He wondered what she was like. He had no idea how old she was on this world. Who was her mother? It was pretty amazing that these pirates would go to such lengths to save her. There was something admirable too about this version of the Warriors. They had each other's backs. His doppelganger had been willing to cross the multiverse to save his daughter, and the rest of the crew had come with. Hyperactive wished his Warriors would do the same. Maybe they would, he just had never been in a position to need that.

GM "Are ye familiar with the Ku'Mana Cap'n?" The Druid asked, refilling her glass. Hyperactive took a deep breath. When Flintlock appeared unmoved by the name, Druid continued. "Three thousand years Clan Ku'Mana been warring gainst the gods o' ol' Hawai'i. Via proxy course, me matey Black Sunset," He pointed at the speedster who bowed slightly. "be an Akala, the gods use 'em to fight the Ku'manas. Mighty nice to have 'round. Geneerally keep 'em gods from smitin' too hard. Well there be a nasty Ku'Mana called Red Sunrise, and he snatched me Mate Sunset's daughter." "Our aim is quite simple. We have traversed the celestial sea to this location in order to obtain additional assistance in our expedition to recover Sunset's daughter." The man in blue said with a sigh. He gave Flintlock a pleading look to see if she could get the storm to stop. "Aye we be aimin' to send his ship and most his crew to Davy Jone's Locker, and send him back to that blasted death god Milu." Druid said and Black Sunset nodded gravely. "Course after we got the girl and keelhauled Red Sunrise, ye can have whatever booty he be cartin'."

GM The storm at this point was beginning to pick up as Vladmir arrived at the docks. Two pirate ships were at what appeared to be a stand off. Neither was moored too far from shore, and he definitely could make out the new black speedster. What was perhaps more concerning was the entire crew of people. That and someone else in what ---- The Druid meanwhile, poured out two glasses of rum. A crew mate had brought a bottle up and a table had been produced from elsewhere on the ship. The spell caster in blue, who had been amplifying his Cap'n's voice looked miserable as the storm began to pick up. Druid though, looked like he was enjoying the rain. "I be told ye enjoy a good hearty drink Cap'n Flintlock. I know it makes negotiatin' a bit smoother." The Druid said and took a large swig. "We be needin' help and there be booty involved." "Cap'n? Ye be seein' that there on the docks?" Black Sunset said pointing at Vladmir with his hook.

That was way too close. Hyperactive thought to himself as those bullets swept past his face plate. These guys were pretty good. But this? This was Hyperactive's speed. The girl was a good shot, and the guy threw things. Right, probably dangerous. Not as dangerous as that gun, and he did not like that they now had cover. Which might not be a problem for Mannequin, but he could even the playing field. "Running away? I'll give you a head start." Hyperactive said at the cloud. That cloud has to go. Hyperactive could clear that easy, and it would make those two sitting ducks for the crossbowman. So he ran. Not into the cloud, but around it. One lap, two laps, three laps and the dust off the roof swirled upwards. Ten, fifteen, twenty laps, and the whole cloud of smoke lifted. His running in a ring created a funnel cloud, pulling the air up and revealing the two assassins when their cover dissipated. "Should have run faster." Hyperactive declared as he dashed in circles to remain a moving target. He wasn't sure, but the facial expression on the man was either that of dismissive annoyance or legitimate anger. Just wait, I'll get to you.

Hyperactive is going to run around the smoke cloud, dissipating it.

PC Hyperactive almost never got blindsided. The figure standing above him was this new speedster. The man had slammed him into a wall and knocked the wind from him. "Well Now matey, we finally be meetin'" the pirate said as he grabbed the skull mask and removed it. "Black Sunset." "Ah perfect." Hyperactive responded. This would do wonders for his rep. The face was scarred, and an eye was missing, but it was his face looking at him. "Hyperactive." "I be lookin' for ye since me mates and I arri'ed." The pirate said. "How did you find me?" "Yer Alchemist squeals like a lily-livered pig. I need yer help, and yer Warriors are lazy lil' landlubbers." The pirate put his mask back on. "Me daughter's been taken." Hyperactive nodded soberly and the speedster nodded. The two of them ran out of the city and out onto the water and onto the three masted ship lying in the harbor. The two two appeared on the deck of the Brazos Del Mar. Pírate Druid and well "pirate" Mystery Master. There was also another pirate ship with a woman and what looked like a literal skeleton crew.

GM As the Black Flag pulled up to the ship Flintlock could see that the ship had the words "Brazos Del Mar" on the side of the ship in gold lettering.The ship's three masts were also peculliar in that they looked as though the trees were still alive, green leaves were above every sail. The crew, far more lively than that of the Black Flag, began to bring in the sails and bring up the flag, a kracken splitting a ship in two. The crew began to prepare for the storm that the Black Flag was bringing in as Flintlock saw a black streak depart the ship. She could hear the sound of cackling laughter as it went past. It went off across the water and into the city. "Ahoy thar" a voice shouted out as a green haired figure walked out onto the deck of the ship. the figure had a smooth face, and long sharp features. The ears were pointed and the green eyes brimmed with excitement. Even at this distance Flintlock could see that the man had a wooden arm, that seemed to move fairly naturally. A bright orange parrot perched on his shoulder as a second figure joined him. This was a much more bookish man in a blue coat that looked far too clean to belong to a pirate worth his salt. The green haired druid shouted out and she saw the man beside him incanting. "Cap'n Flintlock! Ye have quite the reputation on me world. Ye've not been there since I been really sailin' but I heard o' ye. I be Cap'n Longwalker but me mates and enemies call me Druid." "Bawk!" The bird screamed "Cap'n Wood'in'hand more like!" The bird screeched eliciting a few chuckles from both crews. "In any case." The blue man said. "it would be most prudent for us to refrain from recruiting additional members for our expedition until Black Sunset returns."

"Yeah." Hyperactive laughed a little as the two found a spot to sit. "Graduation." He mumbled as he took a sip of the drink and smiled. That was good stuff. Oh man he'd have to bring Kas here. Ok now how best to go about this? "Yeah, the Warriors are all students. Yeah we sort of met and grouped up so often that we all kinda put it together that we were going to school together." Hyperactive took another swig. He was keeping his voice low. He wasn't usually suspicious or anything, but this wasn't about him. It was hard to kill him. at least harder than the average person. The Waco Warriors were... Fragile. By comparison. "So graduation is inevitable. At least two of them have made it clear that Waco isn't where they want to be permanently. Then you add in the way they treat the reserve? I'll be lucky if there's one hero in Waco five years from now." He took another long drag on his drink before vibrating it to mix it better. "But those villains, Drone master, Ring Master, Noun Master... those guys aren't going anywhere. They will burn Waco down if there aren't successors to protect her." Hyperactive let out a long sigh. "Sorry, just worried."

@Supercape @Exaccus OOC for this: Do You Have To Be An Ocean Away?

6:50 pm February 25th, 2017 Earth-Prime Freedom City The arrival of an extra dimensional entity to earth prime was strange enough. Oh sure it happened, but it was rare for it to happen the way it had. An entire pirate ship sailing out of a shadow as the sun dropped below the horizon? It was odd to say the least. The black streak that had left the ship faster than most people could track? Concerning. The black streak raced through Freedom. Reports over the next few minutes began to come in. Crimes being stopped by a black specter of death. A bone hook hand and a terrible voice. A long black coat and a skull for his mask with the left eye blacked out. A speedster that bullets passed straight through as it stopped crimes in the slums of the city. "Have ye seen someone like me, ye scurvy dogs?" Most crooks survived the encounters. Killers and the like? Many were left maimed at the least by slashes from the hook. All the while the sun sun began to set on this new ship in foreign waters.

"Credit." Hyperactive said, pulling his card out and passing it to Lance. Training wheels stuff... Definitely worth a look. He had to start learning somewhere, even learning a single reliable offensive spell could be life or death in his next meeting with Aokuewa. On a totally different level, his speed could probably let him pull off dizzying sleight of hand if he learned some tricks. But he was interested in the real stuff first. "I'll probably go take a look at that later then." Hyperactive smiled. He had spent a lot of money today, and was obviously looking to spend more. Which would mean an eventual trip back to ArcheTech or FCU or BU for more poking and prodding. Some scientists were willing to pay him to get a closer look at his powers and potential applications and replications. "I've been learning some stuff from Emily, my-" Yeah, no, too complicated. "It's complicated but let's say girlfriend. But I think she's afraid I'm going to hurt myself with all the stuff we have at home."

"I'm feeling adventurous, could I get a Mochachino with soy milk?" He was about to add extra whip cream before realizing he had no clue if it had any in the first place. He just smiled. "I'm Hyperactive by the way." Hyperactive noticed the magic posters. Maybe they carried stuff on the real thing here. He was pretty sure at least one of those guys did real magic. He loved Emily but he was fairly certain she wasn't letting him see anything that he could actually use. "Is it all stage magic stuff over there?" Hyperactive asked as he grabbed his wallet out of his sleeve.

Initiative: 1d20+12 24 i need more points in improved initiative...

No worries! I'm about to descend into a test week, so I may dial it back too.

I think Tekton would be a good fit, but if anyone really wants to jump in this it is still pretty open

FINE-TUNED by Fox (and I also fixed the array formatting, which had broken the text editor somehow....) Making an edit to my powers and feats, spending power points more effectively. Remove: Paralyzing attack from my feats. In the Kinetic control array use that power point to add an extra alternate power (See spoiler) Add Autofire 1 to Strike.

Hyperactive came to a full stop in front of the bookstore. He let bonfire find his feet and took in the atmosphere, retracting his lower face shield. The smell wafted into his nose and he smiled. Ok, Bonfire knew his stuff. This smelled really good. Plus, books. Oh man, did he love books. He'd found a lot of speedsters liked books. They didn't have to load. The whole run there Hyperactive had mulled over Bonfire's last question before the cops arrived. No it wasn't a secret program. The opposite actually. The Waco Warriors had met through school. Baylor University was part of the life blood of Waco, and well, the Warriors were the white blood cells. But, they weren't there permanently. The Warriors would graduate from Baylor. Then what? The question kept him up. But that wasn't what Hyperactive was mostly thinking about. Did he tell Bonfire? I mean the guy was undoubtedly a hero. There couldn't be too much harm in it. He just had to be sure that it didn't get out. "Yeah, graduate." he said before he laughed. "It's a fairly mundane thing, but I'll tell you when we sit down." Hyperactive smiled. Oh he would have to come back here when he could really browse. "I love books."

Hey guys, so I'm thinking of running a thread in a parallel earth. As the title of the post suggests this is an earth where pirates and the open ocean are a fairly significant portion. so I think I'm looking for probably two or three PC's who are down for some swashbuckling. Either post a response here or else PM Me. I'm thinking this will be around a PL 10 thread.

The world seemed to slow. The flash of red light going off in the distance kicked his adrenal glands into overdrive. He took a deep breath and rolled out his neck. Ok this looked more his speed. "Change of plans, that sounds important." Hyperactive said before running straight at and then through the wall as he phased his molecules towards the brilliant blast of light and noise. He immediately rushed out across the street. The flash of light was still in the air as Tyson took in the scene. Two people on one rooftop, with one aiming a high powered rifle into the convention center. A little further over was a young man with a crossbow, still aimed skywards. What looked like a shuriken tumbled lazily through the air at the archer. Hyperactive took in the scene as he rushed across the street. Hyperactive decided the archer had probably tipped off the location of the other two. He sprinted up behind the snipers and grabbed one of his coins from his belt. he flipped the coin casually. "Don't suppose either of you want to come quietly?" He didn't really wait for the answer as both seemed to ready for a fight. "No? Good. We can talk after I drop both of you. This will be over before the coin hits the ground." He said as he sent the coin sky high. The world slowed. Hyperactive stepped into a fighting stance, his body shifted onto his back leg, ready to spring forth and lash out at the spotter. with his round house kicks. Hopefully Mannequin could get the sniper, this fight seemed like it might almost be fun.

"Yeah Waco. Nice place, you ever want to see our gig just let me know. I think it's more that outside cities people would rather be protected by those "like them" rather than the man." Hyperactive shrugged. "That and they can't afford not to rely on us. The whole county pays the Warriors more by making us tax exempt, they can't afford to pay us any other way. And free food. But that's more southern hospitality. Not that two of them even eat. I'm worried about when they graduate honestly." Hyperactive stood silent for an uncomfortable moment. Yeah Doctor Orion and Alan Alchemy might stay in Texas, but they probably wouldn't stay in Waco. Which would make it ripe for retribution. He had a few years. Coffee. Focus. "Yeah, I'm living in Midtown. Know any good places round there? I could probably get us across the country to one of my favorite places in LA, but I want local. I want to feel connected to the city. You know?"

Hope everything goes smoothly Olopi. Will be praying for you.

WHAT THE HECK!!! Tyson had almost stopped dead in his tracks when Mannequin looked at him. Which would have disrupted the whole illusion thing, and the whole undercover thing. Well, this thing was even freakier than it looked. Which was saying something. He had taken on the goddess of death's personal undead champion without feeling the least bit weirded out. This thing was a little too uncanny valley for his tastes. It's just a drone, probably Horridan or one of his employees on the other end. It can't see you Hyperactive. At least he hoped it was a drone, if that was power armor... no he did not want to put that thought through his mind. The way the neck moved meant it had to be a drone. In any case that sure seemed like a sign that the day would not be getting better. It meant that CRC Tech, or whatever they were a front for, had dangerous capabilities. At the very least, he had extra muscle to help him out when things went sideways. He needed more intelligence, but he couldn't quite go looking yet. He hadn't even seen any displays for CRC Tech yet. "The company is called CRC Tech. We'll need a private word with the CEO. I'll keep you in the loop." Then the announcement happened. Ok, this was rapidly becoming a place where Tyson Masters was no longer a necessary disguise. Faster than the average human eye could track, Tyson sprinted into the coat check. He ducked into the closet and changed into his uniform. Snapping the helmet and face shield in place he ran back out onto the show floor. Still invisible, but this time, leaving his displacement image out of sight. "Well Mannequin, looks like we have ten minutes." An obscene amount of time for a speedster. "I want to have a look over this place, just make sure there isn't like a bomb in this room." Hyperactive didn't wait for a response, instead sweeping the entirety of the conference room. He made note of the CRC tables that he found, and if there was anything that looked like a bomb tucked somewhere in the room. He also decided to look in all the unlocked side rooms, and did a quick count of all of them. Then he returned to Mannequin. "We just need to make sure we don't lose him after the presentation."