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He looked at her curiously for a minute before nodded. She must have been trying to protect her secret identity. He understood that easily enough. “There is no one around as far as I can see and I can see pretty well. Your identity is safe.†He nodded to her. “Could I know your name?†“I did notice the fumes seemed to have no effect on you but it would have been rude to mention. If you are certain that you would be unharmed from the conditions in outer space, I can easily carry you. We can leave whenever you’re ready I suppose. Do you need to get anything before taking off?†Such as your hero costume, he thought to himself. He didn’t want to impinge on her identity, though in honour and fair play he supposed he would have to reveal his to her as well at some point. It would only be fair.

Unknown to the heroes, nefarious forces had been planning something for quite some time. Having a large portion of the military assets conveniently heading away from the base and sitting on the tarmac was just too good to pass up. The moved and put their plan into motion. Paul Merceier was just a security guard, albeit one that worked at the SCC so he was a cut above standard security. He was doing his rounds when he decided to take a short detour and check out this cute little lab assistant over in building three. In some ways, it was a fortunate event. Not for him of course, but for the SCC it helped alert them. Paul turned a corner and walked down the side of one hanger. He noticed the three figures in custodial uniforms crouched over someone…crouched over the regular security patrol for the area. Paul wasted no time as this was obviously wrong. Drawing his sidearm, he yelled, “Freeze! Nobody move! Let me see those hands!†The intruders wasted no time either. Without pause or words, they snapped their own weapons out now that their secrecy had been compromised. Two of them and Paul all fired at the same time. Paul was rather unlucky and the two energy beam struck him solidly in the chest However, his single shot clipped a short tube object held in of the intruder’s hands causing it to explode. None of them survived the explosion, but it did make one heck of an alarm. Paul’s life had been the cost which alerted the SCC to the dangers already inside. Dark Star smiled, not that his featureless face showed much. Instead he simply nodded as he replied. “I’d be happy to share it with you. The stuff from before 6 or 8 years ago might not be exciting from a heroic point of view. But from an exploration and scientific view, it was fascinating.†He paused and then shrugged, figuring it would be alright. “Actually, yes I can. I figured it out a few years ago. It takes some effort and time but it is possible.†He finally turned to Doctor Andel and nodded. “Excellent. Why don’t we head back to the facilities so you’re not just standing out here? Anyone need a lift?†Doctor Andel chuckled but shook his head and moved back to his jeep, he could make a few calls on the short drive if nothing else. However, even as he reached his ride, all those couldn’t help but miss the small flash of a grenade exploding in the shadows, and sudden smoke outside, of a large hangar-type building. The Doctor’s head snapped around, eyes’ wide. “The hangar! We have one of Daedalus’ space planes in there for study!†He turned to the driver, yelling for the man to get it moving while activating his own phone and getting security moving…

What DA said! :)

Fine by me AA. Thanks DA. Thought it was just one roll for everything. Will remember for next time! And yay...that's disturbing. :o

DS blinked as he suddenly flickered and became solid as the strange mystical energy permeated the area. It was only for a moment and then just as suddenly, he was energy again. "Ok...that will just not do!" These crazy looking people were definitely dangerous. No more being gentle. Crazy staff woman needed to go and fast. He moved a little forward and unleashed his Graviton Beam directly at her unleashed his Graviton Beam directly at her. "Surrender evil do-er!" It sounded a little corny perhaps but he was trying to be more heroic...

It shuts off permanent powers? I thought I read that they couldn't be turned off. Ok then! Well given my stunning Will roll (1d20+10=14), everything shuts off. Though given that you said they come back on, it doesn't seem like a big deal. If there was more than 1 of them, we might be screwed of course! Of course, with my rolling, it might not matter!

Um...ok...not sure if that nullify was on just her or all of us. and if all of us, does it affect insub (ie me)? will wait to hear back. question: do we post in initiative order? Not sure when I should go/posted again and don't want to jump the gun...

He nodded. "I'm sure you're feeling a bit out of sorts. I would be as well. But unless you can survive in space without protection, we'll need something like a suit or a ship. Heck, even even if you were wearing a spacesuit, I'm not sure I could get us there before the air ran out." He shrugged.

Dark Star nodded slowly. At least she seemed calmer. "Well, you said it needed to be brought home. Earth certainly isn't it's home. Hence, space. And given the ship, I'd have guessed it was damaged in a fight or something though I don't know how or why it came here." He shrugged. "No idea exactly where the telepath would be. I'm sure there are some on Earth. But that's not what you told me he said to you. Hence my suggestion to get to the planet where his people come from." He slipped into scientist mode for a moment. "As for getting there? Well, it's 2000 light years away. So traveling at the speed of light would take 2000 years. You need a vessel to travel in that is FTL capable. We don't exactly have a lot of those technologies commonly available here. It's quite a haul even for some of those new ships Daedalus has produced. Assuming we could get someone to agree to take you on one of them, it won't be a short trip unfortunately. They are capable of doing about 25 light years...so maybe an 80 year trip. One way. I can get there in maybe 9 hours or so but I can't keep you alive in space." He shrugged. He had yet to encounter anything that traveled faster than he could. "I might be able to head out and contact some old associates of mine and see if they could send a faster ship. Theirs are significantly faster. Probably would still take a few weeks just to get there of course. And that's after me convincing them to come pick you up." It never occurred to him to not help. Regardless of the fact that this was something he had plenty of experience in, it had more to do with the fact that he could help. Therefore it was his responsibility to help.

Not sure what you rolled for me but no problem! Did the gravity fling the followers up to the ceiling as well? And did the nullifying free them as well (if trapped they were even trapped that is)? Oh, and thanks DA for the info! :)

It's PL 10. That's still ok, right? it's affecting everyone in there except us heroes. Edited post to reflect how I intended for gravity to be adjusted.

Ok, using Gravity Control. It has a 50' radius so guessing it'll cover most ofthe area. Not sure if I need a roll to hit or not with it. If so, I didn't do well. GRavity to hit roll if needed (1d20+6=13)

Dark Star didn't blink as Avenger basically vanished. Apparently he was getting used to the man's sudden vanishing. However, Dark Star did blink at the SUV missile. He mumbled, a little surprised, "I do hope whoever owned that had some kind of super-related insurance..." While he wasn't sure he approved, it certainly opened the door for everyone. He followed Scarab inside and looked around with a disgusted look. It certainly did not look to be the meeting of the Vienna Boy's Choir. Given the words being yelled, he didn't think anyone in here was on the side of light. He wasn't sure what exactly was going on, but he could sort it out later. For now he brought a massive gravity field down to cover everyone inside, exclude himself and his teammates of course. The gravity went from 1G to way into the negatives, sending everyone headings for a nice smashing impact into the ceiling, leaving them pinned there hopefully.

Dark Star watched with interest as the vessel imploded. He didn’t see that happen too often. But soon it was gone and he was drawn back to the woman before him who seemed to be on the verge of panicking. Her hand passed through him as he did his best to assuage her anxiety and calm her down. He had no idea what movie she was talking about (he hadn’t seen one in decades) but got the point regardless. “Ma’am, you’re fine. You’re alright. I don’t think anything like that happened. Even if something was physically implanted, I would be able to heal the cellular damage. However, from what you said, I’d guess that knowledge of some kind was given to you. Something ‘he’ didn’t want lost with his death. Calm down, everything will be fine.†He used his telekinesis to gently lift the body from her assuming she wasn't gripping too tightly, and laid it gently on the ground. He'd have to take care of that as well. Perhaps a burial in space or maybe even take the body home. Once she seemed a little calmer, or at least not on the verge of panicking, Dark Star’s face frowned, or would have if it had features. “If it was just returning the body or an item, I could bring it myself. If you’re right however, then you need to go. A telepath will need to read and retrieve whatever-it-is. I could take you easily enough but I don’t have any kind of space suit or vehicle to carry you in.†He paused. “I suppose I could contact the SCC and see if they have a small pod or something that has oxygen and the like.†He hadn’t had to carry another person with him before. But in theory he should be able to, assuming they could survive in space of course.

was wondering what I see before acting, but he'll move in with Scarab (will post in a couple hours at lunch )

Dark Star looked as she exited the ship. There was certainly something…inspirational about her. She was beyond the pale as the old saying went. Combined with her apparent immunity to the smoking interior of the ship, it solidified the idea that she was a super of some kind in his mind. He backed away from the ship with her to a safer distance. His attention was drawn to body she held. He paused. “That’s a V’rthe I think. He was rather far from home,†he trailed off lost in thought for a moment. Bringing his mind back to the present he elaborated. “A peaceful group of aliens. Minor psionics or something. Advanced technology but pretty small cluster of worlds. Close to two thousand light years from here, in the Perseus arm. A little spinward of the Crab nebula if memory serves.†He looked up at her once more. “I’m afraid ‘he’ is dead and beyond anything I can do. Perhaps if I’d gotten here sooner.†He shook his head and paused for a moment. “I’m called Dark Star. Can you tell me what happened? You said he wanted you to take him or something home?†Behind them, the ship shuddered and groaned. Cracks slowly started forming over the hull, glowing from some interior light. Slowly, before their eyes, the ship began to collapse inward upon itself, materials groaning and screeching. Within a few minutes, the ship literally folded in on itself until with a loud bang until there was nothing left. All that remained to show that even existed was the damage it caused and the dead alien.

Initiative (1d20=19) Wow! Lucked out with a good roll! I'm not sure if I can do this but I'd like to hold till at least Avenger and maybe even Scarab have gone...he is new at this ... (me too actually)

I'm interested as well! In 2 currently, if it matters. edit: with the return of Sandman, it's actually 3

Moira carried the limp form into the ship. Vision was difficult with the smoke and fumes. If she had required oxygen to breath, she might have had some trouble. As it was, just the obscuring affects of the smoke bothered her. Of course, it didn’t help that the interior of the ship was built for someone smaller than a regular human. With a ceiling that topped out at six feet, it seemed a little cramped. She could hear occasional sparking sounds as well as a faint bleating sound that occurred at regular intervals, every few seconds. Dull lights flashed red in time with the annoying sound. Entering through the hatch, the small hallway left her a few options. Despite the difficulties affecting her senses, she found a small room with a few ‘beds’ in a small room just down the hall from the hatchway. After laying the alien down, she became aware of a slight vibration through the floor of the ship. It was barely noticeable at the moment but it seemed to be slowly growing worse. Dark Star flew through the area, questing for the strange ripple his senses had picked up a short while ago. He was going slow so as not to miss anything. Whatever it was had been going rather fast but had been invisible to normal senses. Of course, as he got closer, the small plume of smoke was enough of a give away that his enhanced senses weren’t needed. He floated to the ground and surveyed the craft, letting letting his senses reachout to see the interior. It was a little hard but he noticed a few things. He was no mechanic, and certainly not with alien technologies, but the inside looked like a mess. There was a woman inside as well though she didn’t seemed bothered by the toxic fumes. Even as he watched, Dark Star could tell the ship’s emissions were changing, becoming stronger. He moved slowly forward towards the hatch, not knowing what to expect. He yelled, not concerned with being silent, “Hello, inside! I’m not certain but perhaps you should exit post-haste. I’m getting some increasing readings from in there.â€Â

Sorry; spaced out there (pun intended) - Dark Star and Divine take a short trip into space to return some implanted knowledge to the rightful recipients and are attacked by space pirates looking to retrieve it themselves.

Moira gently rolls the little four-armed alien over. The suit is badly burned and no longer sealed from the various rents in it. As she lays the little 'guy' down again, the visor of his helmet slides up revealing a leathery three-eyed face reminiscent of a lizard would be your closest match. Bluish-grey blood leaks from the bottom of it's vertical mouth. It's eyes blink open slowly, taking a long moment to focus. They settle on her face slowly, the light slowly beginning to fade from it's eyes. She hears a pained voice quite clearly. It isn't coming from the dying creature's mouth but she hears it in her mind. "...time. No time. You must carry it. Precious, must not be lost. Take it home..." One of the little alien's hands reaches up gently touches her face. She feels a sudden pressure on her mind before the hand drops away, falling to the ground. Moira feels a sudden pressure on her mind building and then it is as if a damn bursts and she is flooded with images. They blur through her mind too fast to comprehend or even understand. The massive flow of information continues on and on, Moira's mind helpless to stop the flow. After an eternity that lasted only a few moments, the knowledge flow abruptly ceases. In the back of her mind, there is a large 'knot' of memories and knowledge that was not there a moment ago. While it is in her thoughts rather prominently at the moment, she can't understand it or even access it really. In her mind, the voice speaks again, ever so faintly. Please, take it home... And then the voice is silent. Moira, her mind recovering from the rush, sees that the little alien is no longer breathing.

The "A little jaunt" will take place Feb 2nd, starting first thing in the morning.

From the gentle rise of the hill, with Freedom City visible in the distance, the little patch of forest is quiet and peaceful. A well-marked hiking trail makes it easy for hiker to enjoy their walk and escape the hustle and bustle of the busy city. It is everything a person looking to relax in a peaceful forest could want within easy access to the city. Unfortunately that tranquillity was short-lived. From above, there is a faint whine that suddenly grows louder and louder but there is almost nothing to see. Suddenly, with a loud crash, trees are smashed aside as something large and unseen slams through them eventually coming to a stop. There is a flicker and a small previously cloaked ship becomes visible. It isn’t large, somewhere between fifty and seventy-five feet long. Its dark coating is marred and potted from damage. As the trees left little more than scratches, they are likely residuals of some battle. The tail section, the engine specifically, looks badly damaged and is smoking slightly. After several long moment of silence, there’s a hiss and a hatch cycles open. Amidst a cloud of fumes, a strange form stumbles out, and after staggering several steps away, collapses to the ground. The little suited alien is close to five feet tall, with hour arms. Its features are unseen as some form of badly burned and damaged space suit covers them. Slowly, the sounds of the forest return.

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Ok, for Confuse: the cost should be 10 and not 9 then? (adding what you listed that is) Ok, GM fiat is fine. The ship is copied verbatim from the basic book adventure in the back, just gave it a new name. I posted it right above his totals.