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GM The factory floor was in panic. There was all sorts of commotion. People standing on tables, people barking orders, people pretending not to hear orders. People barking orders increasingly loudly so that people had to increasingly pretend not to hear them. The only cool customers were the three black suites goons, elegantly balancing on tables, surverying the scene with hawkish eyes, sharp tanto-knives drawn. They looked like they would be more than happy to draw blood. An alarm blared. Several cannisters of chemicals were floating in the water, and from the way people avoiding them, they were not waterproof. Mr Silk clearly did not give a rat's behind about health and safety. Strange, lurid colours swirled from the cannisters, the water around them fizzed, and there was a heady smell in the air. And still, water kept flowing. It would only be a minute before the water was head height. And, lamentably, the factory doors had been shut.
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Away you go
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Tank flipped!
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GM Golden Star blindly charged through the dust until his outstretched hands collided with the tank. In a flash, his mighty fingers had crunched the outer plating. The virtual tank must have weighed about fifty virtual tons. Virtual, maybe, but they felt real. With heaving biceps and sweaty neck, Golden Star lifted the tank into the air. He could hear the sounds of panicked soldiers and nonsensical barked orders coming from the inside. "Steady the [insert random technology here]!" yelled the Tank captain. "Fire up the [insert random weapon here]!" he added, seemingly sure that his orders would somehow save the day. They didn't. With a burst of effort, the tank was flipped onto its turret. For a moment, Golden Star could hear the sound of grinding metal collapsing. The dust was settling, covering both Golden Star and Cerebral in a fine powder. The tank was clearly disabled, but the dust cloud was thinning - and they would both soon lose their cover!
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Some fairly straight forward rolls, mainly for flavour. DC 10 Medicine or Life Sciences DC 10 Behavioural Sciences
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GM Lyong dutifully put the flashdrive in and wrestled with her over-zealous anti-virus software. Eventually, the camera footage popped up and she studied it with ever widening eyes and ever-slackening jaw. She actually yelped when "Dr North" exploded. "That... was that Doctor North? It can't be..." She checked the sludge of data that Predator had provided. "No... its not. Not even close. Doesnt behave like him, cellular structure completely wrong. Just a very good copy - at least to the eye." Her mind grappled with the ramifications. "If someone is creating explosive clones, then its going to open up a whole new world of terrorism..." she gulped. "Or worse. Biological warfare... diseases. Nobody is safe. Hell, they may have infiltrated WEST already..." Her eyes grew even wider, her breathing escalated, and she clutched her chest... "Maybe I am one... ugh... my heart...."
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That works great - are you trying to avoid guard attention? If so could you roll a stealth? (or of course whatever else you fancy!)
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GM The door was a splintered wreck of metal. The force of its destruction had even sent cracks through the concrete walls of the tower and had coated both superheroes with a fine layer of dust. INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT! The alarm was blaring throughout the tower still, but midway up the tower, Cerebral could hear the explosion. As a boon - or bane - or perhaps both, the shell had covered the entrance with a fine layer of dust that obscured vision. Neither Golden Star or Cerebellum could see more than six inches in front of them. On a positive note, neither could any of the swarming soldiers, nor the tank!
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Door is duly blown up!
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Rev Rev dropped her spanner and threw her arms up in joy. She was oily, she was greasy, and so were her clothes. Just the way she liked it. For a second, her eyes shone red. "Lawrence!" She gave the young man a massive hug, smearing engine oil all over him. Her synthetic-plastic skin was still intact, mainly. A few dots of ripped plastic showed the chrome underneath, and the power of her limbs was clear. "You grew up! I guess thats time distortion blah blah mumbo jump dilation distillation thingy, am I right?" she said with a wink. "But seriously... you are like ten feet taller! what happened to you?" She cast her eyes over to his companion. "And is this your girlfriend? Jeesh! You passed me over for her?" She gave him another wink, hoping he would blush beetroot red. After all, that was the joy of teenagers. Making them blush. "Electric cars? I handle them. But I gotta say, and I know its bad for the planet... I'm old fashioned. I like my engines to Rev!" she laughed.
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Awesome - cool! I think in this situation could we have a DC 15 Reflex roll from Golden Star to avoid the explosion radius (i.e. reacting in time to the "Grab" by the TK) if you fail to make it, a DC 20 Tough save from the explosion. Also, for an outstandingly cool moment, an HP each. Cerebral - UNharmed 3 HP Cerebellum - Unharmed Golden Star - 2 HP Plus, the door is blown off.
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11 which is a bit rubbish so I will spend an HP to avoid that stagger 26 comfortably making it
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Haven Purging infection? Is that what he was? Haven experienced a moment of existential crisis - the words somehow slid through his metal skin into his soul - although he was not entirely sure what a soul was. Or if he had one. Am I just an infection on humanity? Should I be purged? Perhaps it was this pointless and ill-timed philosophical conundrum which made his fist swing wide, a clumsy blow, leaving an admittedly pretty trail of orange sparks in the virtual air. For a second, philosophy strangled him once more - what was real, what was virtual? He stamped down on that thought. There was a time and place for such speculation, and it was not here and it was not now.
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Going to go for an accuate +2 shifted Taser fist attack 14 even with accurate, so thats going to miss
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Sure, makes sense. Hope Pips is ok.
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Diamondlight The poker face was solid, unreadable as he took the chips with a moderate smile. The excitement, the thrill of gambling - his vice - pumped around his chest, but his poker face remained. And beneath the excitement, his mind focussed down on study of minutiae, study of motivation. Tun is after ratings, nothing more. Callous. Primary psychopathy - no sadism, no cruelty, merely an void, uncaring of the feelings of others. If he plays unfair, he will. He will cheat to maximise ratings. Take us to a cliff face, leave us dangling. She doesn't care if we drop, merely that we dangle. If this was so, Tun would have levers that he, and the others, could manipulate. Whilst against his nature, he decided to play deliberately slow, boring. And study Tull as he turtled his way through the game. "Let's play some poker..." he said, sitting down at the table with a smile, adjusting his tie, and preparing to play the minimum chips. No calling bluff here. It was a fair tactic anyway; the novice poker player fell foul to the sunk cost cognitive error - blundering chips in an attempt, however unlikely to succeed, to overcome their opponent by calling their bluff. The first lesson of poker; abandon a bad hand when you have one.
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Its possible but he is currently smashing in the front door to the tower! Although I suppose you could snatch him away once the shell has fired and let the shell smash the door in! :0
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It certainly does look remarkably like that!
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GM Lyong raised both ragged eyebrows. She obviously didn't attend to her personal appearance, despite (or arguably because) of her otherwise handsome features. "Cloning?! Why, never. All cloning is carefully regulated. WEST is totally aware of the dangers of cloning." She sighed, shoulders deflated, head down. "Although, frankly, its done. Supervillains, rouge states, unscruplous coorperations. Its done. It doesn't help since some cloning is actually vital biomedical research and application. Its actually my speciality. Can you imagine if you could grow a new liver, a new spleen? And we are not far off that. Its not some pipe-dream. As long as its properly regulated..." She sighed again. "...and there lies the rub. Half the time, maybe more, its not." "If Doctor North is unavailable, then its field leaders who take over command of the station until we assign a replacement. So. Ah. Um. I guess that's me..." Pride and fear fought a vigorous battle across the battlefield of her face.
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GM The might hands of Golden Star crunched into the steel door. Each finger gouged a finger-sized hole. The whole door buckled, crumpled, disorted. The huge reingforced hinges coughes up masonry dust, rattling as they battled the force of Golden Star. But the door, for now, held. In bad shape, it was, but held, it did. And a nearby tank took notice, swivelling its rather long cannon towards the door. The blazing "INTRUDER ALERT" didn't help much, either...
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Ok as per chat, full round action to break objects! Tough save is now 15 (Its a steel door) Damage effect is 26 + total superstrength ranks of 7 = 33 However, as the door is a foot thick, its toughness to be disabled is +5, making it a a tough save 20 So one injury Means two more full round "Break objects action" will tear the door off its chinges. Extra effort will reduce that to one (ie next round) if you wish.
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Echohead Echohead reached out and extracted Predator's brain. No, this was not a B-Movie with an axemurder and a gallon of blood. Instead, it was a subtle as a camouflaged feather. With the lightest of touch, Echohead copied Preadtors brain and left it nice and cozy within his own skull. Intelligence! And skill! Suddently, complicated maths and circuit boards seemed, to Echohead, to be the simplest things in the world. Obscure codings software seemed to be as malleable as a lump of placticene. The most exotic technology seemed to be no more arcane than a hammer and a nail. "Wow... that's better!" he muttered, peeking over Predator's shoulders with new eyes, finding the previous unknowables seemed to have swum into crystal clear focus.
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Starshot Doctor Archeville's voice crackled over the intercom. Starshot tapped the helmet. Maybe something got jolted in the fight... the radio hissed and squarked, but for now he could make out the voice. "Sounds like a plan..." Any plan is better than no plan at all... It was fighting in the dark, without IR goggles. They still didn't know half the picture. Grue, yes. But why, and how? How did this puzzle fit together? And magic? Even more unpredictable. Despite all the unknown variables, action was better than inaction, this he knew. "Drop me off at the Xeno, ill fire her up and provide the distraction." I hope.
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GM In the tower of bolts... PYEOW! PYEOW PYEOW! Electric bolts streamed from the levitating guns like a rapid river. Computers exploded in a shower of sparks, lab coats were set on fire, and Nazi Scientists trembled from electrocution until they fell to the floor, out cold. All in all, it was mayhem! One strange looking levitating weapon hit the lead scientist with a gaudy purple ray. He shrieked in alarm, his voice getting higher and higher in pitch as his body shrunk! Low, behold, he was now only six inches high. "What have you done! What have you done!" he squeaked in alarm. But his voice was nearly drowned out by an alarm, and flashing red lights. "INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!" blared a repetitive message throughout the tower.
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GM The Thug laughed. "Thats the beauty of it! This Freak never runs dry. You just ply him... I think its a him, anyway, never dared look... with enough protein and iron, keep him fed and watered, and he's keeps churning the blood out! He's like a machine! If you know any vampires, this mutie is the meal ticket of a lifetime!" The albino man started trembling. The cold night air? Or something else? "Look man, I told you all I know. Now cut me loose, man. Have a heart. I got a wife and three, no four kids to feed. I took the gig, got paid, and now you stopped Synthetic hitting the streets. At least from this meatbag. You see any other synthetic, it won't be from me, man, I swear. I'm done with this biz. Its a bit too much on the freaky side of life if you ask me!" The albino's trembling became stronger, more coarse. Drool spilled from his mouth...