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Given wave eyes strength and descriptors I h Am happy for him to claw his way up the side of the ship... Slowly! However if he wishes to sneak on board that might be tricky, lets say a dc 15 stealth check. Im making it not to hard because whilst its a well patrolled vessel, tremor sense would be really handy for being alert to marching boots! Incidentally, goog news whilst I checked his sheet. Tremor sense only costs 2 pp as per UP, not 3, giving you am extra pp to spare.

(GM) Wave-Eye clambered up the impressive armoured hull of the Centurion slowly and carefully, the steel creaking and rending under finger and nail. As an aircraft carrier, it's main defence was its on board fighters. But the Centurion was not lacking in either artillery or state of the art gunnery as Wave Eye could see during his ascent. The crew, whilst not on full battle stations seemed to be well drilled, alert, and...expectant? As he approached the rim of the ship he coul hear soldiers patrolling and talking above him.

GM Out at sea, by the Centurion... Over the radiowaves, Harrier picked up the signal... "This is the USS Centurion...please Identify yourself...we are on military operations. Be advised, if you do not identify yourself we will take aggressive countermeasures. Repeat. If you do not identify yourself we will take aggressive countermeasures..." The operator at the radar control looked at the blip on his monitor. "It is an Omegadrone Sir. It's almost certainly him." "It" said Admiral Chambers, leaning over the young man. "It. Don't forget that Son. Repeat the message. And ready the weapons. Just in case. We all know the drill here. " "This is the USS Centurion...please Identify yourself...we are on military operations. Be advised, if you do not identify yourself we will take aggressive countermeasures. Repeat. If you do not identify yourself we will take aggressive countermeasures..."

Swedish? It had been several months since Synth had spoken Swedish, and she had barely heard any in that time. A few Swedish movies on TV, that had been it. It took a moment for her brain to kick into gear. "" she replied dutifully, thankful for the lucky break. "" She shuffled slightly. It wasn't that she wasn't good at lying. It was that her brain was wired up to be incapably of it. She dearly hoped no penetrating questions would be asked...

GM Harry Print reached out to hammer Protectron in the face. It looked like he could do it, too. And it looked like it might hurt. "Ah, shoot, you might be right..." said Harry, looking at his son. "Might be..." he added, annoyed that the robot might be right. "I'm not hero material, tin man. Never was, never will be. Get that straight. I ain't going round dressed up in a funny costume, helping people and snitchin. But, I guess I ain't gonna screw up the world for Junior either. I guess I could help make it a better place for him. I guess I could be a better father than my old man was to me, although I guess that won't be too hard, given what a %$!$% he was". He lowered his fist and looked Protectron squarely in the eye. As he spoke, the men and women around him reverted to their normal appearance, bemused at their transformation. The police officers amongst them came to and trained their weapons on him. "But get this straight all of you!" he snapped at Protectron and the police "I ain't going to Prison. Hell, I ain't even going to be arrested! no lawyers, no cells, no nothing! if you send any of that jazz my way, Ill send you all to Prints-ville just like I planned!"

Dum dum daaah! Hope that works.

GM ... "Well wot do I have 'ere? De lil' missy?" laughed the familiar voice. The Hiatian was no different, dressed in a white suit, with white shoes, bald, and blazing black eyes. He had that look of wiry strength, both skinny and healthy at the same time. "De Bossman says you would be droppin bye to see De wares...com, com, see de work...it fascinatin!" he said, beckonin her close. "I bin dancin' wit' the spirits of de dead a long time, lil' missy. I bin' seein' some strange stuff, like yerself. And you get me all curious. And then de Bossman com a-knockin'. Well, he says he wants to be a learnin' from me. And I guess he did, but truth be aways that I be learnin' more from him. And everybody knows that be so...com...com...." He showed Revenant the four men strapped to chairs. They were alive, with shallow, hollow breathing, and a thin film of sweat. They had pipes and tubings, of arcane and mysterious nature, tied to them. "Distillin' of de life' 'tis but de other side of death. See, 'de master not interested in death. He interested in life!"

GM Ms. Grady bit her lip as she listened to El Heraldo's passionate plea. "Mr. Cloak?" she said, eyes wide. "He wouldn't be mixed up with anything evil..would he? responsible for them? I am sure he would want to stop anything happening..." She shot her eyes at the door. "He doesn't normally like to be disturbed...but..." She made up her mind. "You are heroes! oh it's so exciting! just wait till I tell my friends I helped some dashing heroes!" she said, clapping her hands excitedly. For a second, or perhaps a few more, and slightly uncomfortable ones, she gazed longingly and adoringly into El Heraldo's eyes, blushing slightly. "Oh Mr. Cloak! I am sorry to disturb you, but we have two very special guests!"# "What is it! I'm not to be disturbed!" said Mr. Cloak, quickly shutting down the card game on his computer and replacing it with a spreadsheet. "What? Who? Why? Some heroes?" he said, spluttering the words. Mr. Cloak was a tall man, of average build, with slightly thinning blond grey hair that still worn long and floppy. He had a handsome but somewhat hawkish face, and looked intelligent. He was dressed in a dark black suit of excellent cut, and a crisp white tie, with a thin black tie to complement it. Overall, he had a very monochromatic look about him.

Post away miss lipstick and pearl necklace lets you in!

"Certainly, Monsieur" Replied Rene, effecting a stiff pained bow. "I am but a helpless old man, but my noble squire here is most able!" he said, referring to Mar eau. "He has the strength of a bear and the speed of a gazelle!" he added. "And I have fine wine!" he added, again. And I don't trust Redcaps, he added, purely to himself.

GM Before long, six unconscious villagers lay spread out on the mud in various uncomfortable poses around them, their makeshift weapons scattered around them, some bent, one or two shattered and splintered having broken themselves on El Heraldo and Young Brittania. Only the Village Leader lay awake, sporting a black eye and a dazed expression, kneeling in the mud. "Set and Dagon!" he spat "I know not from which strange land or world you come from, strangers, but know this...you cannot stop what has been set in motion here. The chains of Lemuria will not be broken. The humans will once again be slaves, just as in times past, like Parson's promised. No more will the children of Fang be cursed and shunned....we are treated like dogs here...no more...no more...." He collapsed, leaning on both arms, barely conscious.

GM "Great!" said the dolphin. "The human's, they live on board the big metal home! it moves around a lot, but I know where it is now! they treat me very nice, give me lots of fish to eat, and we play games. They teach me how to play a game where I find a big metal ball in the ocean, its great fun!" "Here, follow me!" The dolphin, full of happiness as having found a new friend lead Wave Eye towards the Centurion... "Here we go!" it sang as they arrived. "Errr...I don't know what to do now, I am sorry. I just know there is some problem on board, sorry!"

Notice Roll Please. DC 0 to see how many figures DC 5 for details on figures DC 10 to details around the figures DC 15 to recognise one of the figures! However, you are 20 feet away, and its low light, so -8 penalty to the notice roll.

GM The secret room within a secret room was made of reinforced steel. It had abandoned the slick interior of the research area...whatever this cordoned off complex was for, it was built so that nothing could easily get in. Or more importantly, out. The lighting was dim. Whilst not pitch black, there was only a soft, pale blue-purple glow, faint and dull, making it hard to see anything. Revenant could only make out forms. Grisly forms, corpses, restraints...tools...medical equipment.... In the centre of the room were a few chairs. She could just make out some figures in them, and one around them...

Synth squatted down by the Alien. She pulled the thing out of site, behind some of the panelling, putting it as far out of view as possible. Who knows how long the alien would be out for...but Synth would not kill the creature. There did not appear to be anything she could find to use as binds. Who knows how long it would remain unconscious? She didn't know if the alien's culture had any taboo on nudity like human ones, but now was not the time for modesty. As quickly as she could...and she was quick, she removed the aliens clothes, and spread them out. She spent a moment studying the creature and making a few adaptations to her own physique, before putting on the aliens clothes, and going off in search of Starlight...

OK If its ok ill just narrate that as overpowering the engineer? if its a minion it would be KOd anyway? let me know if itrs a problem and ill edit.

"So, ze question is, how did your friend Marcus get so good at Magic, eh?" said Rene, stroking his beard. He had heard of all sorts of magical masters, and experts. But this was exceptional. Nobody picked up the arcane arts that quickly. And even if he did, somehow, it was outright dangerous. "And don't worry about going to Jail. What you did was foolish, tampering with ze arcane. But you were not yourself when you caused such destruction. You were possessed. You felt ze rage, oui? that was not your own...and it has gone now..." Not without cost... he reminded himself. He felt tired and old. He looked at Revenant. She knew far more about the law than he did, even if she was somewhat out of date in terms of training...

DC 15 Diplomacy check to make Ms. Receptionist dare Mr. Cloaks wrath! Of course you are welcome to bluff, intimidate, or just barge in! (or do anything else!)

GM A little later... "I'm sorry Mr. Cloak can't possibly see anyone today..." said the receptionist. She was a middle aged woman, immaculately kept and rather attractive, and rather in awe of seeing two superheroes in the offices of Cloak Solicitors [Est 1988]. Her office was perfectly kept, and it seemed she kept everything in perfect order. Her eyes shone out that she would love to help to heroes.... But it seemed Mr. Cloak was, to be blunt, a Tyrant. He was certainly in, that much was for sure. They could even just make out his form behind the frosted glass window in his office, just beyond the receptionist and her desk...

"Mystic, eh? I suspected as much..." said Rene. He was in an irritated mood. He reached down, and took a ham baguette, passing one other too Marceau before tucking into his own. He took a glass of wine. "To aid ze digestion" he explained, saluting the forest with it. That done, he packed away the Easel and Hamper. "I suppose I shall have to leave them here. No doubt somebody can help themselves to ze remaineder of ze wine. And probably make of with ze easel too. Ah well, I have a few others. I can always buy another I suppose..." he sighed. He stretched and started to make off towards the forest, before turning around, and thrusting the wine bottle under his arm. "It's Pinot Nior, 1998!" he proclaimed, setting off one again.

Wave-Eye and Harrier get the hate! OOC for this thread.

GM A little later... A pules of Terminus Energy - small, but significant, fired off in the bowels of the Centurion. A pulse that, despite being several miles off shore, attracted the attention of none other than Harrier... Meanwhile... The dolphin appeared to be a military pet. It had a bleeding thing strapped to its dorsum. Wave-Eye could only imagine what it had been trained to do. It swam up to Wave-Eye and petted him in a friendly manner. "Hey, I found you!" it said. "I got a message! There has been some disturbance at the big floaty metal home! They need you!" it said in a friendly voice. "You are good in the water, right?"

GM July 10th The Open Ocean, Outside Freedom City... Congressman Jim Powers gave the cursory salutes, the cursory handshakes, and the cursory small talk as he inspected the air-craft carrier Centurion, named after Earth's Mightiest Hero. Now there was a man... He didn't like the military life. He was a practitioner of a different type of warfare. Political and diplomatic. And he was not always particularly clean about it. But he was successful. And driven. Ever since the death of his son in the terminus invasion. After the formalities of the inspection, he sat down with the Admiral, Saul Chambers, in the captains quarters. They loosened their ties slightly, but did not drink. In Admiral Chambers, Congressman Powers had found an ally. Another father who had lost a son in the terminus invasion. Another man who was driven. "A fine ship" he noted, pressing his hands together. "It took me a considerable amount of time to shuffle the monies around to equip the ship for its particular missions, Admiral. Are the crew up to it?" The Admiral nodded. "They are the best, Sir. Well trained, loyal. I reviewed the logs myself. Obviously, they will not know the full details of our operations. But the ship and crew are fully operational nonetheless..." Powers sat back, satisfied. It had been a long time coming. "Well then, I suggest we start phase one...." he said, permitting himself a thin smile.

HI folks. I am vaguely thinking about a theme for developing Rene, and looking for someone to GM one (or possibly more) longish (probably solo) threads. I am looking at the issue of Rene being very old, and having seen and dealt with a lot, and the issue of his soul, and mortality, which by now is both weathered and iron-hard. It would mean (probably) delving into his past a bit. If anyone fancies this rather long task (I don't think there will be a sea of hands, but still...) then let me know! I', looking for longish threads with some heavy ethical stuff in, some combat but not the emphasis on it. SC

OK Im waiting on Sorus before posting further!