Thejoshie

Yuki caught the object. It was... flat. Cool. Yukilooked back at the way he came then back at him. "...Colt, was it? What are you going to do now? I mean, crash landing into Freedom isn't exactly ging to land you first class accomadations..." It took all of Yuki's strength to not blame the man for her lost homework. It wasn't his fault... he had to do what he must to survive, right? "I suggest you stick here and wait for the inevitable. Cops are going to arrive trhinking you are causing trouble... but we can vouch for you. Maybe they'll help?"

Where a conspiracy begins... Yukio Mishka formally meet Angel Marks... And inevitable tragedy strikes...

GM POST Southside Palace Six weeks ago.... He looked at the picture of the target as various pictures of different distances and angles were presented. He looked over the details of where, when, and how the job was to be done.... He then looked at his contractor. "No." He watched as his contractor leaned forward, interlacing his fingers in front of him. "And why not, Mr. Wahler?" "Because..." Mr. Wahler flipped through the pictures. "The target... the job itself... is too high profile, I need to stay under the radar. I can't afford to..." "I'm fully prepared to provide you sanctuary after the job. Fake ID's are a snap to make in this city. A relic of the Moore administraion that Mayor O'Connell has yet to purify." "And then there's The target site..." Mr. Wahler hesitated. "...a school?" "Lot's of witnesses. Plus it'll be televised by the 'right' people." "And the final 'part'..." Mr. Wahler looked up. "...I don't like it. It's bad for business." "Which is why I added so many zeroes and provided them to your swiss account in advance." "The mark is that important to you?" "Yes." Mr. Wahler looked through the file again. "Normally, I hit only metahumans..." "Do your job correctly, and theyll be drawn to you like sweetness to honey. That's why I contacted you." "Even so... This will not be a challenge." Mr. Wahler closed the file. "But... if you're ewilling to meet my price, I'll make an exemption." "Five hundred million in advance isn't enough?" "No." Mr. Wahler leaned back. "One, such a high profile job will require support. Some of your best men, preferably those that have miloitary experiance. All answerable to me." "Please. You speak as if they're not a dime a dozen." "Big talk." Mr. Wahler shrugged. "Two, I want a free pass to all your weapons and gear. That includes foreign imports and armor." "Also done. The russians have shipments come in all the time. High end explosives and AK's. Occasional M16's... even high-tech weaponry." "Now we're talking. Third..." "Yes, Mr. Wahler?" "...I've seen this before. You're setting up something. Something lucretive. I want in." Mr. Wahler watched as the man across the table laughed. "So I gurantee this, and you'll carryout the job? Without question?" "Hmph. You drive a hard bargin Mr..." "No names. Anyone could be listening." "Well then. In six weeks, I'll do the job. But I have to know..." Mr. Wahler stood up. "...why so much trouble?" "...let's just say my time to reign is now. It's been destined."

Yuki was dumbfounded. In front of her was a nice webbing cushion designed for a soft landing. To her right, the hover bike, which crashed into a cop car. Why doe she even bother sometimes? As Colt began to brag, yuki climed up the nearest lampost, shot a webline, and began swinging. Another crime stopped... just another day in Freedom City... ...wait a sec... what about the deposit? NUTBUNNIES!

Move: Leap to clear distance between Yuki and Rant. Standard: Attack Rant Extra: Create Object power stunt (hp use) Clear fatigue (hp use) Yuki has 1 hp remaining.

:!: :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: Bike lost power :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: Pure instinct took over and everything slowed down. Yuki leapt into the air. This dude was causing too much mayham then she was able to fix. She had to atleast slow him down! She shot a webline t assist her aim. "Why are you running? Oh I know! I love this game!" Two mid-air somersaults added momentum... "Duck..." She then straitened out her body... "Duck..." Her Foot slammed into the back of Rants head, allowing just enough impact for her to flip to the ground. "GOOSE!" Then she saw the Bike. I hope this works... Extending her arms, she fired a full gob of webbing to hopefully cushion and slow done the bikes descent. Better then nothing.

Yuki's eyes widened as she saw Colt's bullet ricocheted of the tire... Apparently, the tire is made from titanium... Okay, how about this? She slid her body to hang from the side of the bike, side saddling it (she was cheating, since she was 'sticking' to it). She took careful aim to line up the tire and.... :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: A man, who is riding a motorcycle, goes flying as Rant runs into his cycle with the van. :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: Yuki aim wavered, instead aiming to snare the flying man to a lampost. He'll be stuck there, but he'll be safe.

Move action leap to Van. Standard is a Power Stunt Create Object 9 (Making a mess on the windshield) Extra: Leaping back to bike. HP to cvlear fatigue. So, two spent hp.

"Don't crash!? Weren't you the one who crash landed a space bike into downtown!?" Yuki's question must've been lost in the rushing wind. Not that it mattered, as the chase was afoot. Yuki stood steady as the bike slowly gained ground. A very sick idea came to her head as the bike clawed it's way closer... I can't believe I'm about to do this... "I see an opening! I'm going for it!" And Yuki planted her feet into the seat and launched herself in the air, twisting herself into a blackflip and landed right onto the hood of the Van. "Roadside service! I do believe you called for a coutesy check up. Shall I fill her up, or check under the hood?" And with that, Yuki covered the entire windshield with webbing. "Oh I see... you ARE a hood! Pardon me." And Yuki made another leap, this time landing perfectly back on her perch on the bike. "So...what I miss?"

Yuki didn't want to hitch a ride. She was at home in the air, but despite her speed and agility, there was no way she was able to keep up. On the bike she climbed, Sitting onit in a crouch on her hands and feet. Sigh. The things I do. "Fine... but I have a knack of seeing danger, so If I suddenly leap off the bike without warning, read between the lines."

"Oh! You're from space. Why not, I've seen stranger. Just the other day I began shooting webs out of my butt." Silence. "...I was joking?"

What, did Wyat Earp return from the grave? Yuki looked at the monstrosity that caused her to lose an hour and a half's worth of homework. It wasn't a meteor as she feared, but... "Whaty is that... looks weird..." Says the Teenager who was dressed like a spider and hanging upside down from a webline.

Yuki didn't need to be told twice! She took a running start and.... Wait... "Did anyone see which way they went? Dangit. She was so busy with everything, she missed where the two went!

Yuki saw the heroine. One was a dancing fool, kicking the crap out of the other female. Literally. She didn't see Colt's handy work. He was too fast. All she knew was that she mised her flying scissor kick courtesy of the thug dropping from the rubber bullet. "...okay..." "Now see that's rude!" Yuki was already swinging after them. "You have no idea what a show we're putting for you and you don't even leave a tip?" She barely dodged the Green beam... sad thing was, it wasn't aimed for her.... :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: The blast dislodged a huge chunk of masonry... and the Mother and child underneath didn't notice it.... :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: Yuki didn't catch what the jerk said as she fired a webline to cut into her earlier swing, pulling a 180 that landed her next to the Mother and her kid. "HANG ON!" With a mighty leap, She tossed herself out through a closed window (the nearest one) and rolled onto her body as she did her best to protect the two riders. "Thank you for riding Tarantula Airways. Please remember to return all trays to their upright posisiton. Please be patiant as I rescuew the rest of the people." Yuki rolled to her feat, swallowed, and leaped back into the building...

Tarantula Questionaire http://www.freedomplaybypost.com/viewtopic.php?f=40&t=2787&p=58224#p58224 Reputation http://www.freedomplaybypost.com/viewtopic.php?f=40&t=2520&p=57705#p57705 Battle of the Century... bridge. http://www.freedomplaybypost.com/viewtopic.php?f=29&t=2740 Hanover Invasion! http://www.freedomplaybypost.com/viewtopic.php?f=37&t=2765 Danger Mansion INVASION! http://www.freedomplaybypost.com/viewtopic.php?f=39&t=2768 The Big Guns http://www.freedomplaybypost.com/viewtopic.php?f=11&t=2642&start=10 The Heist http://www.freedomplaybypost.com/viewtopic.php?f=10&t=2640 Stonewall http://www.freedomplaybypost.com/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=2678 Carnival http://www.freedomplaybypost.com/viewtopic.php?f=14&t=2712

"Sounds good to me, race ya!" Like a ball of greased Lightning, Yuki was out from the office and into the air... " Hi, I'm tarrantula, I'll be your duly deputised foil for thgis afternoon. What about it? Shall we start with names and introductions, or should I just skip the foreplay and take you to jail now? Pulled an impossible twist in mid-air, planting her feet into the cieling before launching her self fist first into the jaw of one of the thugs. "As you can see, if you all surrender now, a TON of embarassment can be avoided..." She planted a hand to the floor, cart-wheeled to her feet and was in the air again. All in one motion, never stopping... nor shutting up... "So what was it? Beavis and Butthead? Cheech and Chong? I'm not really to good with names..."

Init roll (1d20+18=36)

Should the US government had helped the city in the reparation of the city's infrastructure during the Omega Crisis? If not, should they haveblahblahblahblahblahblah..... Yuki hated Civics, this was made evident as she nearly dozed off again. Here she was, perched on the side of one of Freedom's tallest skyscrapers, and instead of pulling three sixty degree deadman drops towards the ground, she was stuck doing book work. She so hated school. Yuki ignored the gathering crowd in the windows across from her gapping at the costumed super heroine doing homework and continued to scribble in her notes. Said thing is that even when she finished, she still had to enter it into her comp at home and print it out. Her evening was all but taken up. When she could be busting up more of those drug dealings, she is stuck home doing work she may never see again... :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: Colt barely managed to slip between two of the skyscrapers before he found a long straight street. :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: Even with her Spider Senses blaring, she was still stunned with what she saw. It was like a meteorite headed right for her. She barely leapt out of the way, and even then her note book and text book was dropped twenty stories below, papers ans notes fluttering... NONONONONONONONONON!!! She was about to cry here, as she knew that the work was as good as lost on the virtue that the flaming something was about to crash into a busy street. With a sigh, she sliped her backpack onto her back (atleast that wasn't lost), and swung after it...

Another hero or not, Yuki didn't like being caught with her mask down. Kind of beat the purpose of a secret Identity. But now wasn't the time for embarassment. The hostages... "You'd think I would get privacy in a random office.... but nooooooooo!" Yuki slipped the jeans off and gathered them with her sneakers and shirt. "I'm headed for the roof, then I'm sneaking through a window on the other side, just so you know. If I got those two band rejects figured, the may go for the money themselves, leaving the men with guns to look over the hostages. Divide and Conquer?" Yuki formed a web pack to stuff her clothes in. Another reason she was going to the roof was to stash her civies out the reach of prying eyes.

Powerstunt: Quickchange

The shirt was already off. Now one hand was undoing her hair while the other was working on the button of her jeans... stubborn button. She hated these jeans. Even after her hair was undid, the button persisted. It gotten to the point that she needed to hands to unfasten them. She finally did and she lowered them... :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: Someone was entering the room! :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: :!: Yuki eyes widened as she was bent forward with her pants around her ankles, meeting eyes with the new comer from between her legs. Even though she was wearing her costume underneath, it was embarassing. And just as compromising as being naked. "...Uhm... Hi?"

Yuki's attempt to sneak into office without being seen... (1d20+22=39)

Of all the banks in freedom, you had to make the deposit HERE, didn't you... Yuki silently cursed her mother, who insisted on cashing the check here rather then all the other branches in Freedom. Now Yuki was amidst the dozens of hostages in the bank. Even though she was sitting off in the corner waiting room with others, it was only a matter of time before she was spotted. If she needed to act it was now. She peeked around the corner in time to see the security officer get blasted. She _barely_ restrained her self from blasting the punk with a web-ball between the eyes. She counted to ten and instead scanned the whole lobby, before spotting an ajar door to a nearby office. If I can slip into that office... and hope it's empty... I might can slip into something a bit more comfortable... Yukio Mishka was already gone. But the change had to be official. From here, through the door, close it and change. On three. One... Two... Three!

Will the crash landing cause desasters and endanger civilians?

Player Name: TheJoshie Character Name: Tarantula Power Level: 11 (165/173PP) Trade-Offs: +2 Attack / -2 Damage, +5 Defense / -5 Toughness Unspent PP: 8 Alternate Identities: Yukio Mishka Height: 5'5" Weight: 175 lbs. Hair: Reddish-Auburn Eyes: Brown Description: Yukio carries with her a sort of rugged beauty, one that only a select few may find as beautiful. Her skin carries an off-white tint, her hair a reddish auburn, and her eyes a dusty brown. Her oval eyeshape, normal nose, and medium lips keeps her from being a stunning knockout. Her costume consists of a Kevlar plated jump suit. It's flexible and light, yet can protect her of anything up to a straight shot of a gun (or a lucky stab of a standard knife). It's not the best, hence she uses her agility and leaves nothing to chance. History: Project 9 appeared to be a rousing success. As the Illuminati vice chancellor viewed the growing form in the chemical filled vat he was filled with pride. The genetic material and technology provided and stolon from various labs around the world were acting as promised. All data indicated the clone growing in the vat was vastly superior to her genetic donor. Exceptional physical abilities on a lightweight but durable skeletal structure were the least impressive of the child's features. Brain scans indicated exceptional psychic potential as well. Project 9 was birthed when she reached physical maturity and Agent 6 was assigned to handle education and indoctrination. Agent 6 selected a spider for psychological programming believing that the arachnid's small size would allow her to instill a sense of vulnerability, while it's predatory nature would allow her to push Project 9's potential. She designated Project 9 Tarantula and began work. Under Agent 6's instruction and mental programming techniques, Tarantula learned to utilize her superior physique and manifested her psychic abilities with a spider theme. By generating psychic ectoplasm she could adhere to surfaces and generate webbing (she seems to enjoy using her fingers to produce the psychic webbing). She also developed a psychic ability to detect threats that entered or arose in her general area, through this ability has been known to be spotty at best. Tarantula's training was going well until her first planned field exercise. The mission was simple. Go from point A to point B. Tarantula left location A as planned and proceeded to not arrive at location B. Her homing transmitter was located on a Pit Bull Terrier in the suburbs. Tarantula was missing and Agent 6 fled before her superiors could hold her responsible. Personality & Motivation: Yuki's Motivation is in helping people and protecting them. This has been ingrained to her by her foster mother, though Yuki can't get much out of her as to WHY she's teaching this. While super-powered and very fast, Yuki is a teen at heart and often uses glibe comments and wise-cracking to cover hoe deathly terrified she is at times. Powers & Tactics: As cliche as it sounds, Yuki has the proportunate abilities of spider her size. She sticks to walls, move superhumanly fast in short bursts, shoot webs (psychicly), etc. She uses these abilities to form a deadly form of stick and move where she dodge attacks at the last second, finding openings and taking them, wise cracking the whole time. Complications: Enemy (Hunted by Illuminati): Every exploit Yukiko does in public, risks exposure to the Illuminati. Whenever she risks public exposure (television coverage that can be seen nationally), she gains a hero point. Phobia (Tight/Enclosed Spaces, Water, Needles): Yukio has been a lab rat most her life, and now that she has a taste of freedom, there is no going back for her. Enclosed spaces, being under water, or needles sticking into her are three things that on a failed WILL check will cause Yukio to 'freeze' up and miss her turn. Memories of her time in the labs will resurface. Responsibilities (Protecting Angela Creed [Agent 6], Job [Newspaper Courier], Student [High School]): Yukio must share the responsibility of protecting her adoptive mother, her job as a freelance paper carrier (which often is used to finance her vigilantee night job), and being a junior in high school. She has a reputation of being late and lax in her studies due to her crime-fighting. Whenever Yukio is late to school or work, is forced to choose between earning money and saving lives, or her mother is in danger, she earns a hero point. Secret (Identity): This is obvious. If her secret Identity is endangered, she gains a hero point. Abilities: 4 + 6 + 4 + 0 + 4 + 4 = 22PP Strength: 14 (+2) Dexterity: 30/16 (+10/+3) Constitution: 14 (+2) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 14 (+2) Combat: 26 + 24 = 50PP Initiative: +18/+11 Attack: +13 Grapple: +23/+16 Defense: +16 (+12 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), +6 Flat-Footed Knockback: -3, -1 Unarmored Saving Throws: 8 + 4 + 4 = 16PP Toughness: +6 (+2 Con, +4 Costume) Fortitude: +10 (+2 Con, +8) Reflex: +14/+7 (+10/+3 Dex, +4) Will: +6 (+2 Wis, +4) Skills: 56R = 14PP Acrobatics 12 (+22/+15, Skill Mastery) Bluff 8 (+10) Escape Artist 8 (+18/+11) Notice 8 (+10, Skill Mastery) Search 8 (+8, Skill Mastery) Stealth 12 (+22/+15, Skill Mastery) Feats: 12PP Acrobatic Bluff Dodge Focus 4 Equipment 1 (5EP) Fast Task (Acrobatic Bluff) Grapple Finesse Improved Initiative 2 Move-By Action Skill Mastery (Acrobat, Notice, Search, Stealth) Powers: 20 + 14 + 3 + 4 + 4 + 6 = 49PP Ectoplasmic Webbing 9 (18PP, Feats: Alternate Power 2) [20PP] Base Power: Snare 9 (10 90ft Range Increments / 900ft Max Range) [18PP] Alternate Power: Blast 9 (10 90ft Range Increments / 900ft Max Range) [18PP] Alternate Power: Strike 7 (Extras: Penetrating [9], Feats: Mighty) [17PP] Enhanced Dexterity 14 [14PP] Leaping 3 (x10, Running Long Jump: 120ft, Standing Long Jump: 60ft, High Jump: 30ft) [3PP] Speed 2 (25mph / 250ft per Move Action, Extras: Linked [swinging]) [2PP] + Super-Movement 1 (Swinging, Extras: Linked [speed]) [2PP] (Ectoplasmic Webbing) [4PP] Super-Movement 2 (Wall-Crawling 2) [4PP] Super-Senses 6 (Danger Sense [Mental], Darkvision, Tremorsense [Tactile, Extras: Ranged], Uncanny Dodge [Mental]) [6PP] Drawbacks: -0PP None DC Block: ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC17 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Blast Ranged DC24 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Snare Ranged DC19 Reflex (Staged) Entangled/Bound Strike Touch DC24 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Abilities (22) + Combat (50) + Saves (16) + Skills (14) + Feats (12) + Powers (51) = 165/173 Power Points