Exaccus

Moon-moth reflected upon the life choices that had lead to him to where he stood now, two millennia displaced on the bridge of a ship piloted by a canid who seemingly couldn't tell the difference between a Porcinian and a Lanternian but in the same position more or less as he had been on that fateful day, Whilst his grasp of technology was by his own admission rudimentary and most of his apparent competence came from simply remembering and regurgitating what those more qualified had done before him, he'd up untill that point disregarded the communions drones as little more than piston animated corpses; Citizens fascinating existence however had brought up new ethical concerns for him however. Nodding in acknowledgement of citizens report "Indeed, We believes him to be where-ever the wormhole leads if he remains alive and Unassimilated." he adds as he does his best to tune out the petty bickering, certain that it was perhaps for the best to let the pressure blow now, rather than at some crucial junction later and if he's honest with himself not that sure he could do anything about it anyway. "Then we has besting be preparing for what is to coming." he responds to confused canid as he stands up "What we're called upon to do now, We must not do in anger or hatred, not for those whom we can no longer help,but for the countless lifeforms that may yet be saved, for those whom we have still." quickly raising his hands to quell any interruptions he simply adds "Dark paths lead to dark places. Roads are much shorter than they seeming, especially for such as we." before reclining into his chair and pondering the nature of a beings sapience in relation to its composition.

Moon-moth finds himself frazzled a little bit by the sudden alarms and flashing sirens, mane poofed up and antenna rigedly locked into zapping position as he turns to regard the nearest monitor with his stationary violet eyes as it proclaims its dooms with such insistance and speed as to rival the gibbering mouths of madness known to sprout from the yellow sign lords favoured, to say moon-moth knew little about technology was a understatement for whilst it had captivated a great number of his kind he'd instead focused on his own culture and mystic tradtions which he was forwarded to the praetorians to provide the benefits of, he was however still fairly intellectual, even by the delzatri's standards and it didn't take all of his monolithic if somewhat slanted intellect to see that something had changed within the very core of the system. <Like a dream turned nightmare.> "I ams going to go see if i can helps sitara with anythings." he announces "Also give her the omelette, they seem stable enough." he adds before disappearing and reappearing near sitara's station he shows the armoured terran his tray "I made omlettes!" he states, that little bit of pride in his talents seeping through and prehapse making him look delighted at being able to cook the simple dish before him. "What happened to the compyootar? Its acting like its seen the many mawed monstrositity of mandrakion" he asks tapping at the screen with his slender fore-digit "maybe it has the millennial bugs?"

Initiative 1d20=11

Alexander Had Only worn a three piece suit twice in his entire life, that is to say at the funerals of his parents short years before he made the move to America to drive the trains through new and exciting landscapes, his age and decade long hop through time had seen the end of it and with nothing much to keep him there he'd naturally began to drift homewards, at one point he'd even fallen through a dimensional barrier-thingy and into the dimension of steam-trains and colonialism; A welcome reprive from the slightly frustrating world he'd blundered into though at the same time a sobering experience that had taken the rose tint off his nostalgic memories. Not quite entirely sure why he'd been invited at all to this meeting, he didn't technically live in Britain at this moment, staying at her majesty's leisure in some inn or other, but he'd gone out and bought himself the a suit and paid what felt like a months wages for the shave and haircut he begrudgingly acknowledged the need for and caught the hackney carridge and paid the fare for his trip to "burdocks; the restaurant." stepping with as much grace as his broad and aged frame would allow. "I'm part of Lady Penningtons party." he stated to the waiter guy...matador he thinks its called, "Alexander Cross." he adds informatively already dismissing the waxy welterweight before him as little more than a parking meter in a tuxedo.

"I agree with you there Professor; This whole thing is tragic...but at the same time id feel bad knowing them kids up there are fighting my battle for me whilst I'm down here picking flowers." speaking even as he widens and lowers his stance arms out at his sides, readying himself to receive the charge "Lets make the most of the calm by buckling down for the storm." filling his lungs with the cool air around him and bringing the roiling power of steam to a furious boil in his sinews, faint wisps of vapour beginning to trail from the corners of his mouth and the cuffs of his jacket.

Ill ready an action to grab a needle ship if it should it make a run on me.

Reappearing on the bridge with his familiar puff of light moon-moth offers the plated up fruits of his studies to Amara "This omelette is magic." he informs her not waiting to be asked where he got the ingredients to make it with "I am like ninety nine percentage certains will not explode." he adds in his most reassuring and ever so slighty proud of voices "and even if it does, you're probably invulnerability enough that it won't even sting." he adds merrily as he prepares to poof away again to deliver another omelette to sitara and potentially escape the blast radius.

"what a weird day..." Ulysses remarks to himself as he watches the rock slowly spin canada-ward before turning to observe the downed monster and the two young ladies "Well, i don't about you two youngsters but I'm too busy gathering evidence to chase them down." he remarks as he peels back the monsters mouth to try and gather some of its saliva in his emptied waterbottle "If there is something foul going on, should show up under a microscope no?"

"wells they mights have whatever we're lookings for anyway, ancient advanced technologies do tends to wind up as strategic resources." moon moth reasons to himself out loud "Plussing its kinda excitings, fighting corrupt pretenders in uniforms; bit more heroics than picking a plot and diggings." he muses to himself as he gestures towards the pile of defeated goons before him "what should we do with these ones; tie them ups or let them crawl back to their leaders and announce us?"

fine with me.

Moon-moth squeaks slightly in delight at having an escape from his own thinking "Yes, sorry...I finds myself thinking too much and makings my brain burning." he confesses as he rubs his skull "Ill be right backs with something." he says and in a flash of white that bleeds his signature chromatic blur from its indistinct edges he disappears from his seat belt still plugged in. Reappearing in a similar flash within the ships storage he was quickly reminded of a secondary reason nobody had eaten yet, they'd jettisoned their more palatable food before fighting the communion to increase the number of praetorians they could fit aboard without slowing the ship, all they had now were packet upon packet of freeze dried emergency rations; kept immaculately by the collectors stasis technology. Fighting down the urge to simply blast them on sight moon moth stomached his homicidal hatred of the powdered Quantz the quartermasters dared to call food, rest their souls. but he was smarter than that, even if it was disgusting décor-solvent it still had mass...and mass he could use. Heading to the kitchen he proceeded to mix up the packets in various separate receptacles, till he had various pots filled with the stuff at different consistencies and began the slow process of transmuting it into various different foodstuffs from his memories, meat from za'akiis sinuous predatory beasts, eggs from the prized fowls of Dejani, numerous spices that had made Delzatri's trade routes prosperous, cheese from the herds of Hekaris and even lowly sodium chloride from the beaches of Inqis. Once he felt he had enough he set the pots in the scrubber to obliterate what little of the gunk he hadn't used from existence and began making omelettes over the stove.

Headless Horseman Power Level: 10; Power Points Spent: 150/150 STR: +11 (14/32), DEX: +2 (14), CON: +3 (16), INT: +7 (24), WIS: +2 (14), CHA: +4 (18) Tough: +3/+13, Fort: +6, Ref: +8, Will: +8 Skills: Concentration 4 (+6), Craft (electronic) 4 (+11), Craft (mechanical) 8 (+15), Diplomacy 8 (+12), Intimidate 8 (+12), Knowledge (physical sciences) 8 (+15), Knowledge (technology) 8 (+15) Feats: Attack Specialization 2 (Unarmed Attack), Fearless, Dodge Focus 2, Inventor, Skill Mastery (Craft: Mechanical, Electronic, Knowledge: Technology, Physical sciences) Powers: Horseman Armour (Device 13) (Hard to lose, Only you can use) . . Flight 6 (Speed: 500 mph, 4400 ft./rnd) . . Jack o' Turret (Array 15) (default power: - linked powers -) . . . . Head Hunt (ESP 10) (Array; affects: visual senses; Simultaneous) . . . . Might of the horseman (Linked) . . . . . . Enhanced Strength 18 (Linked; +18 STR) . . . . . . Super-Strength 6 (Linked; +30 STR carry capacity, heavy load: 66.6 tons; +6 STR to some checks) . . . . Spatial Bridge (Teleport 6) (Array; 600 ft. as move action, 20 miles as full action; Accurate, Portal) . . . . Stormcrows (Blast 13) (Array; DC 28; Accurate (+2), Indirect 3 (any point, any direction)) . . Protection 10 (+10 Toughness; Impervious) Tachyon Scythe (Device 4) (Easy to lose) . . Corrosion 15 (DC 30; Distracting; Extended Reach (5 ft.), Precise) . . . . Damage 4 (Alternate; DC 30; Penetrating; Extended Reach (5 ft.), Incurable, Mighty (+11 to damage)) Attack Bonus: +5 (Ranged: +5, Melee: +5, Grapple: +16/+22) Attacks: Corrosion 15, +5 (DC Fort/Tou ), Damage 4, +5 (DC Staged/Tou ), Stormcrows (Blast 13), +7 (DC 28), Unarmed Attack, +9 (DC 26) Defense: +7 (Flat-footed: +3), Knockback: -11 Initiative: +2 Drawbacks: Normal Identity, common, Vulnerable, uncommon, major, Magnetics, Vulnerable, very common, minor, Magic Languages: Native Language Totals: Abilities 40 + Skills 12 (48 ranks) + Feats 7 + Powers 66 + Combat 20 + Saves 15 - Drawbacks 10 = 150 Notes: I really don't like building characters with drawbacks but for a build with such a strong theme im willing to swallow my pride. this is a power armour wearer with an affection for the legend of sleepy hollow. the idea is pretty basic, the armour itself has a pumpkin like drone/turret for a head, he has the scythe so he can do things whilst its off scouting or spying or whatnot (potentialy cloaked as the power is unnoticeable by default i think.) letting him do creepy things like follow people slowly but inescapably and in utter silence. the stormcrows are electromagnetic constructs of crows that divebomb his targets from whatever direction. portals are just so much fun to work with, in my mind its a transformery space bridge type thing. that works by exploiting anti euclidean geometry to make points closer by ignoring the curve.or just simply collapsing the space between places. what may spring to notice is his lack of wealth, Maybe his company was driven under or he was forced out and left with nothing of his lifes work but these two prototypes, it is very tempting to play them as a vengeful character, but ultimately i feel he has a empathy for the unfortunate and revenge on the people who ruined him is a fringe benefit rather than his new lifes goal.

Moon-Moth please.

Myoth Was fond of a great many things, the taste of pumpkins and the various shades of the colour purple to name a few; he however was not very fond of the quiet that had currently settled over the ship, the quiet that gave him time and ample opportunity to think about the rather miserable situation he was in and feel guilty about it in turn, he had it somewhat easier than his fellow praetorians to a degree, no Lanternian had ever died of old age, they were as far as he knew, Ageless; His friends however came from species with dramaticly shorter life spans than his own and though he held onto that faint glimmer of hope they had to resign themselves to that dreadful truth. "I could cooks something." He offers in a desperate bid to end the uncomfortable silence and his own maddening thought process of guilt and grief, "Or maybes making a nice illusion for us to enjoys." twiddling his thumbs Aggravatedly "Or something....anythings." as he leans back into his seat.

Hehe, behold my superior lastness. 1d20=1

ROUND TABLED BY HG MORRISON Spending black knights 7pp on improving his artifacts.

Hale sighed tiredly as he relaxed on the municiple bench, decked out in the midnight black armour and with aldonite at his side, it'd been a while now since he'd watched the portal to Greenland close behind Arna, some small part of him was ashamed at what a pushover he'd been, taking her to freedom city on a whim on what was supposed to be a casual visit; but the rest of him was delighted he had the freedom to do such things and someone to share them with. He figured he'd rest a moment more before begining the arduous task of pushing his powers to open a portal home and go back to trudging the rainslick streets of wiltshire, ever on patrol against the predations of the once and future kings. Then a skeletal T-rex stomped past and made his life complicated. <Ahhh....bother.> Pushing himself to his feet and drawing aldonite he follows after the living fossil to see what all the fuss is about.

slightly slower than the warrior king; moon moth still reacts with what he considers to be blinding speed, his pale white form suddenly aglisten with the chromatic sheen of his warding spell and his attack launched, though he barely moves at all, his long antenna swivel ontop of his skull and level themselves with his two, rather rapidly acquired targets, even as lines of multicolour electricity arch between them like lightning on a Jacobs ladder before parting at the tips and twisting through the air, ribbons of white that bleed every colour the human eye can see and a few he's quite certain aren't real as they streak through the air, striking two of the troopers, each on opposite sides of the mob squarely in the chest and knocking them flat onto their backs in a single minimalistic twitch. "whoopsing daisies..I Zapped your battleoids." he says in what passes for a taunting tone.

Forcefield up! Spit rainbow lightning at two troopers via split attack 1. 1d20+10=25 two DC20 toughness checks.

Moon moth's on a roll. 1d20=18

Mystic Mask Power Level: 10; Power Points Spent: 150/150 STR: -5 (1), DEX: +2 (14), CON: +0 (-), INT: +3 (16), WIS: +2 (14), CHA: +2 (14) Tough: +12, Fort: Immune, Ref: +6, Will: +10 Skills: Bluff 4 (+6), Concentration 4 (+6), Diplomacy 8 (+10), Knowledge (arcane Lore) 12 (+15), Language 4 (+4), Notice 8 (+10), Sense Motive 8 (+10), Stealth 8 (+22) Feats: Accurate Attack, Fearless, Hide in Plain Sight, Ritualist Powers: Array 15 (default power: blast) . . Blast 12 (Default; DC 27; Indirect 3 (any point, any direction), Precise, Variable Descriptor 2 (Broad group - Magic)) . . ESP 15 (Array; affects: visual senses) . . Telekinesis 10 (Array; Strength: 50, Carry: 4.3 tons / 8.5 tons / 12.8 tons / 25.6 tons; Burst Area (50-2500 ft. radius - General); Range (touch); Affects Insubstantial 2 (full power), Precise, Progression, Increase Area 5 (area x50), Selective, Subtle (subtle)) . . Teleport 15 (Array; Anywhere in the same solar system as full action; Accurate; Long-Range) . . Transform 10 (Array; affects: broad > broad, Transforms: 1000 lbs., DC 20; Duration (continuous); Action (full), Distracting, Unreliable (5 uses a hour)) Flight 1 (Speed: 10 mph, 88 ft./rnd) Immunity to Fortitude Saves Protection 10 (+10 Toughness) Regeneration 1 (resurrection 1 (1 week); Persistent, Regrowth) Shrinking 12 (-12 STR, -3 size categories; Normal Movement [Power Feat], Normal Toughness [Power Feat]; Permanent; Innate) Attack Bonus: +8 (Ranged: +8, Melee: +8, Grapple: -13) Attacks: Blast 12, +8 (DC 27), Transform 10, +8 (DC Fort 20), Unarmed Attack, +8 (DC 10) Defense: +8 (Flat-footed: +4), Size: Diminutive, Knockback: -3 Initiative: +2 Languages: Ancient Egyptian(native) , Arabic, English, Greek, Hebrew Totals: Abilities 8 + Skills 14 (56 ranks) + Feats 4 + Powers 94 + Combat 16 + Saves 14 + Drawbacks 0 = 150 Hero Lab and the Hero Lab logo are Registered Trademarks of LWD Technology, Inc. Free download at http://www.wolflair.com Mutants & Masterminds, Second Edition is ©2005-2014 Green Ronin Publishing, LLC. All rights reserved. Notes: Based on Aku Aku, this egyptian deathmask flies around shooting lasers from its eyes and generaly being surreal and awesome. he can teleport amazingly far too and check out his destination before he does so.

Moving as fast as his feet can carry him Ulysses rushes in to try and press the advantage, however unused to the wetness of the terrain and his own haste cause his swing to go wide as he suddenly finds himself struggling to remain up right, let alone clock the embarrassingly easy target before him. <ah botheration; Just Isn't my day> he thinks as he manages to plant his feet firmly enough to keep him Upright and somewhat balanced on the slick muddy riverbank; thankful he'd at least managed to avoid taking an Untimely bath

Sorry sorry i lost this under a heap of stuff because i wasn't managing my notifications. I'll stick with what works and run up and belt it. Power attacking for -2/+2 All out attacking for -2/+2 1d20+8=12 pretty sure that misses.

I Never really talked to you before, but thank you for answering my PM on the thinktank and letting me join. I hope things get better for you as soon as possible.

Best wishes Cape.