Supercape

Thats all fine by me. Are you actually disabling the ships engines or just stopping it? In any case, post away!

"Calm yourself madam! Calm yourself!" interjected Lord Steam in a soothing tone. His voice still carried the clipped aristocratic British accent, full of authority. "There is no imminent danger. Just a slight misunderstanding with the ambassador here..." he said, indicating the unconscious bodies next to him "I am sure that can be ironed out with a nice cup of tea. 'Michelle' is quite safe, as you can see. No need to panic". He paused a few seconds to allow the woman to reorientate herself before continuing. "I presume you are Ewoma? The lovely Ms. Roche's assistant. Delighted to make your aquaintance, m'dear!" he said, bowing magnificently "perhaps you would like a drink? do take a seat. Most distressing, everything. I was rather hoping you could help us unknot the whole problem..."

"Look's rather colorful" commented Supercape, browsing through the various designs. He wasn't much for fashion, he would admit, but his own costume at least didn't clash. In his view, the design was more about utility than art. Although he would rather avoid the more gaudy variants. He wrinkled his nose at a few if Protectron's various sketches, but most of them seemed passable at least. "I'm not exactly a fashion designer" he said "but most of these seem to fit the bill "what about the mechanics of it? the physics, the chemistry...what's it made of? and what power source will it use?" He pondered the idea in his head. Certain arrangements of unstable molecules could be used to cause light-wave distortion, and possibly a source of power. It would be a devil to manufacture. "And what about building it? or weaving it, perhaps? I am sure we can use the Lab for some of the more esoteric materials..."

Synth Synth was half tempted to enter some of the clubs. She probably would have, if she had any money. The lose change in her pocket would barely have bought a sandwich, let alone a night out however. She was an illegal immigrant, and just picked up whatever jobs she could. They didn't pay well. At least she had a room over her head for another week. She came to from her musings when she saw the three men, coming to a stop and then walking to them. "That's enough!" she said loudly, a hint of steel in her voice and her eye "leave this man alone, or you will be facing more trouble than you could imagine! whatever he has done to you, it won't be as bad as what's coming..." she continued, ice in her voice. She puffed herself out. She was a good size for a woman, but something about her looked...well...dangerous right now, the way she moved...a little too fast and fluid, like a cobra.

Works for me, and tagged! Terrible Intimidate skill, but Synth will try... 1d20+1=21 wowzers!

It is indeed!

Statues: Move Action: CLose In Standard Action: Stab! Slash! 1d20+4=14, 1d20+4=19 Both just hit you...so its DC 27 Toughness rolls x2. Yoikes!

DIego Cruz is using the "Gang Leader" Archetype, and is not a minion. He isnt actually a gang leader but the stats suit him and he is from the streets of Mexico. Ill give him Swimming +2 (+4) and Drive 4 (+5) to represent his additional dock / sea experience. His Grapple Roll 1d20+5=24 yer fluffed!

It does, and a hero point for heroicism! I will rule that will flat foot you for this round as you lower him down is that ok?

Take it away! Round 1 23 King of Suits- 4 HP - Unharmed 12 Statue/Sword - Unharmed 12 Statue/Spear - Unharmed

"Ewoma?" replied Lord Steam, raising an eyebrow and leaning gently on his cane in front of him "another thread in this spider's web!" he concluded. He had a hunch that the couple were telling the truth. Well, barring their slip of the tounge - the pregnancy was probably going to go down like an iron anchor with the Atlantean nobility. "I confess I am inclined to believe your story" he said, scrutinising them both briefly "or at least believe your innocence. Considering the aggressive behaviour of our unconscious friend here. But as this may well blow into a full blown diplomatic meltdown, evidence of a firmer sort would be most agreeable. Who is Ewoma and where can we find her?"

(GM) Detective Gomez reached over and carefully took the chemical vial from Catalyst. "So this is it? I suppose I could send it to the...Hold on...." she interrupted as her desk phone rang. "What? The Soup Kitchen? I'll be over in a bit..." she said to the caller. "Now then" she continued turning her attention to the chemical vial. "This does start to look a bit suspicious I suppose I should get...Hold on..." she stopped again and looked at her bleeping pager. "Assault on Stephenson Street? What?" she blurted looking at the message on it. "Anyhow..." she continued "...I'll ask...WHAT NOW?" she fumed as a rookie police officer jumped up to her breathless. "Detective Gomez! There has been a break in at a pharmacy store by the railroads! the ones the junkies...er...I mean addicts, use..." he spluttered. Detective Gomez looked at Catalyst, Shank, and Synth. "Well, I just think I started believing you..." she said with a raised eyebrow "...We got to put a stop to this now!"

I think its... 1 Injury from the flamethrower (reflex failed so DC 27) Which is then applied to the shooty x3 Make the first and second (at only +10 bonus), fail the third... So yes, its Injured x2 (Just needed to apply the first injury as penalty says Mr. Pedantic!)

Picture of some saucy dames in a bar (McSaunders!) Book "Cannonade: Myth or Legend?" Letter detailing pay of 10 texan dollars a day to work for Mr William Finnigan, address 17 Bonanza Street.

Ok Catalyst is impressed by a very cunning steam-powered automatic rifle, which is pretty powerful - possibly a little less effective than modern day earth prime assault rifles, but still deadly. The design is quite unique, and she will be able to recognise similar techniques if she comes across them. Rav (And indeed anyone), could you throw me a diplomacy or intimidate roll on the poor captured soul to see what you get out of him and how helpful he will be. I will let you choose depending on the tone of your voice!

Rene scratched his head and peered and the device through his glasses that perched on his nose. "This thing?" he pointed, extending an old finger right at the camera. "Camera's? Pffft They are an insult to art! ze work of ze ameteur" "Pffft!" he added again for good measure, before turning his gaze to the desk, the floor, and then his fellow heroes. "This is what those detectives call a clue, Non?" he queried. It certainly seemed suspicious, although he knew as much about internet camera's as he did about particle physics. In other words, very little indeed. "I would very much like Monsieur Rayford to explain to me ze workings of this, would you not agree? I think we should make every effort to meet him..."

Right deleted the post with SUpercape in. AA: Back to the Notice roll, probably fairest I use the initial Roll +12 for Rene giving 15. I don't know if that changes the result, but seeing as others have spotted it I will post IC saying Rene's relative ignorance of technology and his poor eyesight means he is lost anyway!

I'll throw synth in at PL 10 if you wish!

Oops that's going to need some serious edits! Apologies to all, guessy recent virus and late nights working has mushed up my brain more than I thought. Will tryto edit tonight

if possible, sc is going to see if he can use radio tracking super sense. Taking 10 on amy notice or search roll

*Ahem* Of course. Edit made! :D

For sake of PLOT, the poor bandit is, or can be roused, to enough of consciousness for interrogation. Also, feel free to use Knowledge [technology] checks on the gun for more in depth assessment, if you have the skill (trained only).

Lord Steam gave a courteous and slightly exaggerated bow. "Lord Steam, madam, at your service!" he said confidently. "Pleased to be of service. That Brute needed a lesson in manners, in my opinion. No class. Quite how a man of his calibre managed to weasel his way into the position of ambassador, a role that requires some subtlety and grace, not to mention intelligence, is beyond me. No accounting for some people" he said with a sniff of his nose. He was of course flattering himself as much as the woman. "But in order to continue our assistance, dear Lady, we are looking into a case of murder. And we were rather hoping you might have some answers for us!"

GM "Hey no complaints here!" said a whitened Shank "I'd prefer to keep living. And at least a police cell is warm and keeps you fed..." he continued. He didn't need much persuasion. Catalyst's Van soon pulled up outside the nearest Police Station, a smallish affair, not well maintained by the look of things, but servicible nonetheless. It was quite near. After marching Shank in, this time with Synth just sporting two arms, they were met by Detective Gomez. She was an attractive woman with jet black hair scraped into a tight bun, maybe 40, or a few years younger, with a short but powerful frame and an attitude to match. He beauty was just tinged with the haggard sleeplessness and stress of life on the force, and she had the trace of a scar running above one eye. She wasn't a stranger to fights. "You are talking about, what, a Zombie Apocalpse?" she laughed, despite the testimony of the two heroines and Shank. She leant back in her chair and sized up the situation, sipping a coffee so strong it could be smelt ten yards away. "Well, you see it all in Freedom City. But this is far out. You sure they weren't just some Hobo's out for a mugging? Have you got, you know, any evidence?" she asked earnestly.

GM Smoke was belching powerfully from the toilet, and heat too. It would have been to much for a man to bear. But Dead Head wasn't bothered by petty concerns like breathing. He couldn't see much, however, with the smoke. The fire was blazing hard, started in a bin - vodka, magazines, toilet roll and matches all made for an incendiary cocktail. It had spread to the bathroom door, and even the main bedroom was smoking suspiciously and had a few minor fires. A few shouts, and the ringing of a fire alarm could be heard. At this time of the night however, most of the guest would be fast asleep, or worse, drunk and passed out. And meanwhile, Gorsky was on his way to the Hospital!