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"Well I have heard that meeting a cute tour guide in exotic locations is a time honored tradition in your neck of the woods." Fa'Rue teased perhaps unintentionally taking romance novels as more of a cultural touchstone then they were. "To Us." Fa'Rua met the toast and sipped her drink, she smiled at Ashley's admission, "I'd like that too." she replied and perked as the band started to warm up. She was unaware of any of the unfolding drama around the rest of the bar her senses somewhat muzzled by the interface and it unable to detect one patron whatsoever. Though even if she had been able to take notice it was unlikely she'd take note of anyone but the woman who's hand rested in her own. "But for now we'll have to settle for the sounds not the sights." the Lor stood and extended a hand, "If you'd do me the honor beautiful." Taking Ashleys hand she led the Terran to the dance floor hips swaying slightly to the music as she found the beat and turned to her girlfriend with a brow raised, "So you were going to show me how it's done?"

For once Sagrado Corazon was feeling like he had a handle on this whole heroism thing, they worked well together despite the differences, their goals aligned to the common good. With the coastguard inbound they just might pull this off without loss of life despite the grievous damage the Elizabeth Dane had suffered. It wasn't to last. "NO!" the young hero boomed as the Disco Volante was torn asunder. "No..." he stammered more quietly and shook his head to clear the image seared in his memory. "Not a bomb, a mine, or torpedo or something." he corrected and looked to the others, "Did you see it? The silver ball?" Glaring daggers at the radio as it broadcast it's extortion he set his jaw firmly as he answered the Woodsmans question, "Untraceable money, favorite new toy of technocrats, hackers, cartels, and pedophiles."

Fa'Rua nodded at the suggested plan, it was a good one, particularly if they coordinated just right. "Do we know what the guard rotation in the ship is? How many guys they keep on board?" She asked carefully. "I can drop me and, " she glanced at B'Ka and Dirge, "One of the more reasonably sized on board." which meant if they could take out the sentries they could take the ship. "If any of you can slice through Khanate military grade security we might even turn the security system on the sentries." she shrugged, "Wouldn't take too much to have the system update the list of deserters and mutineers to a more recent copy." Jolan frowned at his sisters suggestion, in no small part because it was suicide to drop inside the ship if there were too many sentries on board or if the internal security protocols were intact and not hotwired to prevent noticing the mutiny that doubtless led to it being here. "Are we certain splitting so many ways would be wise?"

The holographic Lor sipped at her drink as she watched her girlfriend light up talking about her hometown. "At the very least I'll enjoy the view if I can't." she flirted shamelessly. Her eyes never left Ashleys face as they spoke, "I love that you advance team our dates." she teased jovially though she genuinely was touched by the care she took to make sure they weren't interrupted by the sort of thing Freedom was famous for. "What was it like there when you were growing up?" Fa'Rua asked curiously, "I've seen the documentaries and travel vids but that's all beads and bourbon street you know?"

So you'll want some points in the exotic saves (Fort, ref, Will) I like to have them average to powerlevel or powerlevel -2 depending and base defense (need at least 1/3 total defense to be base so without tradeoffs that should be 4 for a PL 10) Attractive counts against skill caps (so max skill ranks + attractive bonus is = PL+5 or fifteen in your case. I recommend no more than one rank of attractive. it gets the idea across but lets you still be effective with those skills on people not attracted to you. craft: artistic is usually the artificer skill for making golems and magical talismans and what not. All characters get diehard for free via our house rules Equipment is the wrong way to build an "I make my own weapons and armor" ability. You'll want sustained duration protection for armor and a touch range damage effect for weapons. Ranged damage for ranged attacks like the stone disks. Earth control should probably just be part of the array as a move object power (Either limited to stone/earth if they can only move stone and earth or not limited if they can make like giant hands of stone to graba nd move things ala green lantern ring but with rock) You'll want all the array slots to pretty much use up the points available in that array slot.

"Vodka rocks." Fa'Rua indicated to the waitress, keeping it simple for the synthesizers and avoiding the more outlandish terran cocktails she'd not sampled. The Lor thrilled at the sensation simulated though it was of Ashleys hand on her own, she'd had to pull in more than a few favors and convince her brother to get her diplomatic access to the network. This was officially law enforcement team building or some such on the diplomatic corps books. She ran her thumb along the back of Ashley's hand smiling softly, "Hey I told you I wouldn't miss it." she replied with a light laugh as she very nearly had after the ships drive went on the fritz. Luckily she was in sublight range of CoVic or else she might have really missed it. "I'm just glad you managed a night off." those were rare enough and if recent updates on her charge were any indication this had not insubstantial chances to be a fraught evening for the teen ward. "So this your regular or?" she asked glancing around, it wasn't exactly what she'd expected though she wasn't entirely sure what to expect. Usually Ashley just went to bars where she was unlikely to be recognized, this was, sophisticated and somehow softer than she'd have thought. Then again she knew as few did the same was true of the woman herself. "

"I. I think I couldn't sleep because of this." he admitted reluctantly willing with all his being that the comment let slip wasn't seized too firmly to and breathed a sigh of relief as the conversation moved on to the topic at hand. Chris blinked briefly at Betsy and laughed, "What is it with people always assuming the Spanish is to keep secrets and not just because it's the better language eh?" He teased lightly and listened to the examiners explanation. "I knew Oldecorn had it's fair share of old bloodsuckers but didn't expect that to be literal." he quipped studiously avoiding looking directly at the corpse, his humor a bald attempt not to think too hard that at one point that had been a living breathing human. He glanced to Persephone and then Betsy, "Do you have their effects?" he asked the medical examiner, "If we can narrow the search before we start knocking on doors in that neighborhood it'll probably help." he offered with a small shrug. And there was a chance something there might offer some clarity in the visions that had been swirling in his mind.

Sagrado Corazon arrived moments after Cheval lept from Persephone's raft of seaweed. He lightly stepped from the surface of the water to join her as he took in the destruction raging around them even as the heroes sprung into action. "Can you get us in there?" He asked pointing to the clear side where Woodsman had extinguished the flames moments before. "We've got to get those people out of the water." The young saint tilted his head as if listening to a far off sound and nodded silently to himself as the plant controller maneuvered them into position. His form was suffused with a light golden glow a crown of sunlight glinting over his head. The wounded hauled into the nearby boats by Persephone or the other rescuers gasped as one as a pulse of light shimmered off the young man at her side. The bleeding stanched and the wounded fell then into a peaceful rest, hurt perhaps, but stable. Corazon gaped up at the hole Cheval was closing and shook his head, "What could do this."

Fa'Rua had taken the 'little black dress' advice for the evening perhaps too much to heart. The high necked halter bodycon fell to mid thigh and left her back and shoulders fully exposed. If she'd been traversing the streets of freedom in mid february in person she'd have been at real risk of hypothermia, and twisting an ankle in the slingback black pumps she finished the outfit off with. However the holographic representation of the Lor didn't have to worry about the chill air nor the stray uneven paver on the walk to the bar, despite appearing as solid as as anyone else it was all projected light and repulsor fields, quite the lightshow for anyone who saw outside the human spectrum. She ducked quickly through the door behind Ashley, the holo-presence device had strong enough repulsors simulate touch but not much in the way of lift or pull strength. It also managed to disguise her ears to a human shape and tint her hair and eyes to a crisp steel blue and platinum blonde. Though she retained the edgy undercut styling. The makeup she'd actually worn on her side of the galaxy, it was a special day after all. Reaching the table she pushed the holo-presence device to it's limits pulling out Ashleys chair for her before taking her own seat smiling across the table and galaxy at her radiant girlfriend, "You look amazing, this was a good idea, almost as good as, being there." She whispered and shrugged slightly not wanting to speak up too loudly that she wasn't actually there. "So did I do ok?" she asked not even caring that she was fishing for a compliment.

Weaving on his feet as he struggled to clear his head after the disorienting barrage of light and sound they seemed to be starting to get through to the titanic toad. "Sister, you don't know the terminus if you think they'd rather kill than capture a specimen like this." he gestured to his warty hide with a disturbingly wide grin. "I'll give it to you if this is a trick you all are real dumb about it and that sort don't last long in the Terminus." He eventually acknowledged with a small shrug. He looked over Triakosia at the looming Doomforge and grinned, "Get rid of it, well you hit it with the biggest guns you got and keep hitting it till it blows." he replied with a hearty laugh and looked around, "Course most places with a Doomforge there no one around to care about what comes after." The large amphibian looked back to the trio who had pulled short his own attempts at just that, "They say Nihilor steel is unbreakable, and they're almost right, Almost." he offered with a too wide grin and a jangle of chains from under his battered leather coat. He rolled his broad shoulders and looked down at the genius threatening him, "Listen sweetcheeks you can threaten me with a good time all you like but you're not my type. Hear me?"

Going to join Persephone on her platform and see if she can get us in where woodsman put out the fires next to the ship. Going to go with Healing 1 (Extras: Area(general, burst, 25' radius) Action(standard), Flaws: Limited to Others, Limited Stabilize only; Feats: Stabilize, Progression 2) [5PP] for the miracle VP if that works in this scenario and she can get them in position. power check? 1d20+1=4 ... stabilize doesn't usually require a check but we're swimin in the deep end so if that's needed I'll HP for a reroll. 1d20+1=16 Let me know if that's workable angle to go off or if I should work up an alternative plan.

Character Name Power Level: 8 (180PP/180PP) Unspent Power Points: 0 All PP must be spent at character creation but unspent points may accrue during play. Trade-Offs: -5 Attack / +5 Damage, -5 Defense / +5 Toughness Complications: Name: Description Abilities: 6 + 4 + 6 + 0 + 0 + 4 = 20PP Strength: 16/26/36 (+3/+8/+13) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 16/20 (+3/+5) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 10 (+0) Charisma: 14 (+2) Combat: 2 + 6 = 8PP Initiative: +2 Attack: +3 Melee, +1 Ranged (+1 BAB +2 Melee Focus) Defense: +3 (+3 Base, +0 Dodge Focus), +1 Flat-Footed Grapple: +6/+23 Knockback: -1/-11/-24(bracing) Saving Throws: 3 + 0 + 4 = 7PP Toughness: +3/+13 (+3/5 Con, +8(impervious) ) Fortitude: +6/+8 (+3/+5 Con, +3) Reflex: +2 (+2 Dex, +0) Will: +4 (+0 Wis, +4) (+8 Fear) Skills: 48R =12PP Bluff 3 (+5/+9 Attractive) Climb 2 (+10) Craft: Artistic 4 (+4) Diplomacy 0 (+2/+6 Attractive) Gather Information 2 (+5/+10 Cool) Intimidate 7 (+10/+15 Cool) Knowledge: Pop Culture 5 (+5) Knowledge: Streetwise 10 (+10) Notice 10 (+10) Stealth 3 (+5) Swim 2 (+10) Feats: 21PP All Out Attack Attack Focus Melee 2 Attractive Cool(Gather Information) Cool(Intimidate) Defensive Attack Fast Demoralize Fast Startle Improved Block Improved Grab Improved Grapple Improved Pin Interpose Lionheart Luck 2 Power Attack Startle Takedown Attack 2 Equipment: 0PP = 0EP (1 rank of the Equipment Feat = 5 'Equipment Points') Name (Power breakdown, if applicable) [XEP] Powers: 112 = 112PP Container 16 (Steel Form; Active Container 80PP; Extras: Action(Reaction), Duration(Continuous)) [112PP] (Mutation, Metal) Density 3 (Living Steel; +6 STR +1 Toughness +1 Impervious +1 Immovable +1 Super Strength; Extras: Duration(Continuous), Flaws: Duration(Permanent), Feats: buoyant) [10PP] Enhanced Constitution 2 (Durability;) [2PP] Enhanced Strength 10 (Strength of Steel;) [10PP] Growth 2 (+1ft height, +4 Str +2 Con ; Extras: Duration(Continuous), Flaws: Duration(Permanent)) [6PP] Immunity 7(Environmental cold, heat, pressure, vacuum, radiation, critical hits 2;) [7PP] Leaping 4 (x25, Running Long 450', Standing Long 225' High 112';) [4PP] Protection 7 (Steel Skin; Extras: Impervious, Reflective 2, Drawbacks: Noticeable-1) [27PP] Super Strength 6 (Feats: Bracing, Groundstrike) [14PP] Power Totals Drawbacks: (-0) + (-0) = -0PP DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC 18/28 Toughness Damage Totals: Abilities (20) + Combat (8) + Saving Throws (7) + Skills (12) + Feats (21) + Powers (112) - Drawbacks (0) = 180/180

Unless someone wants to attack him while he's paralyzed (which I'd not blame anyone for) we're out of rounds and you all can post as you like.

Kronk weathered the hurricane winds the paragon unleashed, digging in and crouching against the force of the air rushing past with a hearty croak, "HAHA I KNEW YOU WERE FULL OF HOT AIR!" His clever wordplay was cut short by yet another volley from the savvy staff wielding savant, just managing to turn his head and clamp his eyes shut in time to avoid the worst of the disorienting blast she unleashed. "YOU'LL HAVE TO DO BETTER THAN THA-" He was not so quick when yet more arrows rained down from some unseen pearch to assault his senses with light and sound overwhelming him and leaving him locked in and twitching his retort cut short as his nerves were scrambled.

"Well that does sound like the Republic." Fa'Rua sardonically agreed, "If you had been satellite members perhaps, at least a special subcommittee for the consideration of planning a conference on potential action." the Lor suggested in response to both tales of woe. She raised a brow at Kanemu, "You might want to keep the whole 'Lesser Races' thing to a minimum, it almost makes the Khanate sound like the good guys." She offered with a small shrug, "And that wouldn't do at all." This was probably why she'd been assigned a special diplomatic liaison. The scout was perhaps too open in sharing her thoughts, regardless of how impolitic they may be. Taking a look back at the ship the woman who would be countess flew in on she smirked, "And in that thing hardly a vagabond, idle dilettante perhaps." She offered a small shrug and looked out toward the milling crowds of the promenade, "CoVic is full of these stories, It's a big galaxy, waiting on the someone to fix you problems for you isn't going to get you far."

"Deserters." Fa'Rua spat with some genuine disgust. "Someone wishes to carve a private barony out of these miners livelihoods." She looked across to Sitara, "The Khante isn't in any more of a position to lay claim to neutral space than the Republic, it's not a play for expansion, only question is who's in charge?" She examined the layout for a moment longer and shrugged, "A distraction isn't a bad play, pull guards toward the walls and a small team might get on board the D'horn and with luck take it out of commission." she looked at the star knight who'd suggested such a plan, "But the distraction would have to hold out against the firepower they bring to bear." "And a potent assault might be met with engaging the strike craft." Jolan pointed out carefully as he finally spoke up, "Regardless of tactics the chances of all making out intact are minimal." He revealed artfully, "But if such a cost is to be paid it must be for success not failure."

Sagrado Corazon hit the beach at a full run charging toward the surf without Woodsmans forethought. He didn't really have a plan, maybe swim for it, he was a strong swimmer, or grab the first boat he reached and nudge the owner into a loan, for the good of the city. By the time he realized he ought have thought this out on shore he was far enough out that it became obvious he wasn't waist deep as he'd expect. Looking down he saw the faint glow of his powers suffusing his skin, barely noticeable under the bright vibora sun, but present. "Right that would be how this works." he murmured and looked to the shore and other heroes approaching extending a hand, "Let's go, I got you." he offered any who needed his aid before turning back to the bay and leading the way toward the burning freighter.

Alright rule of cool it is. Miracle VP set to Super Movement 1 (Water Walking; Extras: Affects Others) {3vp} and Speed 1 (Extras: Affects Others) {2vp} Which should get him and anyone willing to join hands for the magic of friendship out to the boat in around 5 mins. I imagine we'd not do much better with a boat hauling Cheval and metal man seems useful in big boom noise situations.

Kam followed close behind silently counting steps to better estimate their depth, noting where the masonry gave way to carved stone. "The Pyramid would need be placed to access this, planned from the beginning." he noted curiously as he examined the walls and floor nearby. "If memory serves that would have been within the lifespan of the eventual occupant, they could have chosen this place." he pointed out suspiciously. He looked to Veronica, "Anything beyond the natural?"

Just need the IC from @EternalPhoenix then RL and we can probably drop rounds.

Alright will save 1d20+7=9 thats fail by 17 so paralyzed. His follow up recovery checks are 12, 27, 23, 15, 25 so he'll snap out of it on archers action round 4. Which is probably enough time to talk him down if the beatings don't continue.

"Hey do us a solid and take it out of the docking bay if you're going to get a thrashing from the Fryxian." floated a suggestion from further in the terminal as Fa'Rua made her way toward the promenade access port they all gathered about. As the Lor scout finished her approach she nodded greeting to Traveler and Dirge in turn. "What she means is the galaxy isn't ready for the Terrans intensity." she smirked slightly, "Well most of us." The scout stopped by the access point and palmed the sensor to get passage into the station as well following along like she belonged there on pure attitude alone. Whatever dignitary warranted a personal tour from the head Praetorian seemed worth at least knowing about.

Alright Reflex DC 18: 1d20+7=20 Makes that. Reflex DC 23 (that's more than 10 over his defense so full autofire bonus): 1d20+7=25 And that one as well. He's a Hoppy Toad.

Chris was stretched out on a chaise on the beach access of one of the higher class resorts along the bay. His mom being head of housekeeping gave him legitimate friends and family access, his bronzed body in much of it's glory saw to it that was honored, he fit the cities image after all. "You mom sees you down here and not looking for a new job she gonna toss you a beating." one of the towel boys smirked as he cleared the towels left behind by the disappointed divorcee that had recently vacated when she figured out she wasn't his type. "Chui, You let me worry about ..." He was cut short by the flash and boom, "Dios!" Chris exclaimed and barely managed not to cross himself, a small step up from his employed friend. "What was that ..." he stared at the bright spot in the bay and shook his head as Chui nudged him, "What?" "You gonna go check it out right? Cus you know.." he made some vague gesture around his head like a crown or halo. Chris instantly regretted letting the old friend know his secret even if it did buy cover with his mom. "I mean that's what you do now right?" he asked expectantly and Chris slowly nodded, "Yea." he replied and started walking toward the beach, "I guess it is what I do now." he mumbled to himself and ducked into a changing station emerging in costume and heading for the shore, he wasn't sure what was happening but the chorus rising in his head told him he was needed.

Sagrado recoiled at the sudden burst of stench as the corpse was revealed and stifled a gag when Betsy drove the stake through it's heart. "What fun there is I suppose." he replied weakly and focused on Persephone so as to not lose his lunch, or breakfast, on yet another outing with his fellow heroes. "<Friends in low places.>" He answered quietly, "<Couldn't sleep. Ended up here just in time for the excitement.>" the young saint explained as he returned the hug and collecting himself once more returned his attention to the matter at hand. "So vampires, they're a thing..." He sighed heavily, "I mean they would have to be I guess." He approached the body and looked over the remains glancing to Betsy, "I, suspect, there are more." he offered cagily, "Or will be." time was different for the Voice and it lacked clarity at the best of times. "Did the examiner find anything to suggest where she came from before..." he gestured at the rotten mess in her chest cavity.