Exaccus

Industry will pluck the rivet out of Ulysses and drop it on the floor, then Run up and attempt to grapple her. Attack roll 1d20+8=24 Grapple Check 1d20+26=37

"surely there is some time for some greiving now, brother Dragonid, i recall we did not fair so weil with our own unpleasant surprises." moon-moth says reproachfuly as he moves more fully into the room giving a slight bow to Lelak before continuing "We knows something of such great loss, friend lelak, we ourselves awoke not long ago to a galaxy 2000 years further along than we left it. with only the knowledge our former emprie had fallen, our species had scattered and our great foe was moving once more upon the galaxy at large leaving a wake of destruction as it passes through the modern universes powers nigh unopposed." he admits grimly antenna drooping as his words register with himself. "We lack the numbers and support to repulse them again, so we're on a desperates race to gather allies and means to take the battle too them and avenge what we cannot save." his features becoming fierce and determined as a moths can be "and to release the communions drones from there tormented existance...they have displayed marked interest in this planet, would you have any ideas why? mayhaps some resource of which they may be deprived if not some thing they feel threatened by?" he asks tentatively, feeling pretty bad about asking a man whoms lost so much to give even more, as in the name of rightness it may be, it was not a nice thing to do. "Pleases?"

1d20+12=21

"Soundings wonderful" Chirped the excited Lanternian, antenna wiggling madly on top of his head as he works himself up a little too much "goods for familiarizing ourselves with each-others and the Delzatri composite culturals distinctiveness." he reasons out loud <I wonder if this alchahols stuff is sweet or maybe sour?> he silently ponders, feeling slightly sheepish that apparently everyone but him knew what the stuff was. <Maybe is a ritual to consumes the alchahol with fraternal and sorority orders?>

Player Name: Exaccus Character Name:Black Knight Power Level: 7 105/105PP Trade-Offs: -3 Attack / +3 Damage, -3 Defense / +3 Toughness Unspent Power Points: 0 Progress To Bronze Status: 0/30 In Brief: Inheretor of the mantle of the betrayer failsafe. Alternate Identity: Jonathan Hale Identity: Secret Birthplace: Wiltshire, England. Occupation: Unemployed Affiliations: N/A Family: Deceased Parents; Only Child. Description: Age: 18 (DoB: 1996, 10th of October) Apparent Age: 18 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian. Height:6' Weight: 150lbs Eyes: Dark Brown Hair: Black With sharp features and high cheek bones, Jonathan is somewhat handsome if bedraggled by his trials with fair skin and a pointed nose; he is somewhat q big boned young man with broad shoulders and a trim build; he might look older than he is to those who do not see him for long or with obscured features, possibly even then, till his trembling voice and doleful eyes reveal him for what he is, a mourning adolescent. Power Descriptions: The Celtic knot pattern that goes along the length of length of his sword glows with faint purple light when it is using its more obviously magical effects contained in his array. his armour though black as darkest night has a slightly opalescent sheen to its darkened metal that seems to flare when it thwarts attacks against him his portals are created by slashes in the air opening into swirling vortexes of purple and black that display the destination, his more personal transportations are much more subtle as he simply seems to disappear behind his own cloak in a spin, the garment collapsing into nothingness in his wake to reappear with him at his destination. this is little more than a theatrics on his part however and it is the sword that carries him. History: Born to an unsuspecting couple on a cold Octobers day Jonathan Hale, Son of Wilbur and Nikita Hale had lead a boring if slightly regimented life, sent to boarding school as soon as he old enough by parents he somewhat afraid didn't really want him around he had something of a good if distant relation ship with them and eventualy came to realize he was loved; It was still rather devastating when he was told they'd been found dead amongst the ruins of their small home in Wiltshire, Too young to access his trust-fund and too distraught by the death of his distant but loving parents to claim his inheritance and accept their deaths; bereft of a legal guardian the young man fell into destitution and deeper still despair; ejected from his school when his tuition ran dry he quickly found himself taken in as a John Doe by the government and given a small flat and stipend to live in; he's not quite sure how long he stayed there, the blank walls and eerie silence of the place was maddening and he barely registed the passing of time as he went about his day in silent introspection. That all changed one stormy night when, On an aimless walk around the streets at midnight; he noticed a large humanoid figure following him at a slow but steady pace, something in the very core of his being resonated as he set eyes upon the black cloaked form, its features Illuminated by a brief stroke of lightning revealed it to be what seemed a man in thick black armour sporting a massive great-sword in one hand; its mirrored surface glinting slightly in the faint glow of the street lights and lightning strikes; such a sight was more than enough to send his heavy heart into a terrified panic and his heavy legs running for safety from what he had thought an armed madman, not looking back so much as once till he had slammed and locked the door of his home behind him, it was needless to say quite a shock when he walked into his living room and found the figure there waiting in silence for him hands resting on the pommel of its weapon, now better illuminated and much closer it was somewhat easier to spot that the suit was empty once his mild panic attack had ceased and one tentative touch later revealed all to him in a rush of images and sensations. He had inherited the black mantle with the fall of his sire, he was to be the betrayer failsafe and strike down those whom would seek to wield Excalibur before the power could corrupt them too much and lead to the ruination of the world around them. Unfortunately or perhaps fortunately, Jonathan Hale was no warrior and in his first tentative sojourn against criminals ended with slight humiliation and failure, in part due to his inexperience with the powers now at his disposal and his unwillingness to deal out the draconian justice the sword urged, so now he finds himself seeking allies and perhaps get his life back on track and find peace with himself, if he doesn't fall in the line of duty as those before him have. Personality & Motivation Jonathan Hale is Still somewhat a child, clinging to the memories of his now dead parents and the desperate hope he was loved by them he upholds the mantle because he has inhereted it from them more than anything else, his refusal to claim his inheritance stems from the worry he might have been disowned this coupled with the fact he was unaware of "the family buisness" leads him to feel ouside of their issues. He remains however a good and selfless person whom uses his artifacts of office to do what he thinks is best as best he can. Powers & Tactics unable to access the swords vaster array of powers due to his inexperience, he uses the power within aldonite in a somewhat simplistic way, namely as a really big sword with various effects, his tactics are rarely more complex than teleporting to flank and striking out at a hopefully surprised opponent. Complications "A Dark Omen": Those in the mystic know recognize the sword Aldonite and its bearer as a dark tiding, heralding the death of a beloved Leader, though mayhap not why. Sword of Damocles: Aldonite is somewhat sentient and highly opinionated able to communicate with its weilders and others who touch the blade through sensations and projected images and temporarily usurp the will of a unsuspecting wielder it is known to attempt to force situations to take the course it desires, being an artefact from a more draconian time this can lead to grave trouble; As he is infact a less than ideal weilder, Aldonite has a low opinion of the boy and will take direct actions whenever able over advising and counseling him; Partialy due to disgust at his living in squalor at least till he has become of age and preformed deeds worthy of his station as well as fulfilled the imperative; Securing an heir before his inevitable fall in battle after fufilling his duty and laying low the weilder of the fomorian blade; Excalibur. Reviled By the Peers of the Realm: Being a literal black knight, that is to say a knight with no loyalty to a lord or king and not displaying his heraldry, other knights may look down on him as a brute and thug at best and a honourless dog at worst, this could lead to violence, Ostracization by communities in which they hold sway or in the case of particularly influential ones, more wide spread effects. Too Soon: Jonathan Is neither ready for the responsabilities that have been placed upon him or over the loss of his parents, finding himself easily provoked by those who bring them up and cowed by those more experience (Including aldonite on matters to which he is not morally opposed). Abilities 10 + 0 + 10 + 0 + 4 + 4 = 28PP Strength: 20 (+5) Dexterity: 10 (+0) Constitution: 20 (+0) Intelligence: 10 (+0) Wisdom: 14 (+2) Charisma: 14 (+2) Combat 8 + 8 = 16PP Initiative: +0 Attack: +4 Melee, +4 Ranged Grapple: +9 (+4 Base +5 Strength) Defense: +4 (+4 Base, +0 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Knockback: -7 (-5 Impervious Toughness, -2 half of Toughness) Saving Throws 1 + 5 + 4 = 10PP Toughness: +5/+10 (+5 Con, +5 Protection [armour] Impervious 5) Fortitude: +6 (+5 Con, +1) Reflex: +5 (+0 Dex, +5) Will: +6 (+2 Wis, +4) Skills 32R = 8PP Diplomacy 4 (+6) Gather Information 4 (+6) Intimidate 4 (+6) Knowledge: Civics 4 (+4) Knowledge: History 4 (+4) Medicine 4 (+6) Notice 4 (+6) Sense Motive 4 (+6) Feats 4PP Accurate Attack Improved Disarm 1 Improved Sunder Improved Trip Powers 8 + 26 + 5 = 39PP Device 2 ("Black Armour of the betrayer";Magic, Metal, Protection; Hard to loose; 10/10pp Device) [8pp] Protection 5("Warded Steel Plates"; Magic; Metal; Protection; Extras: Impervious) [10pp] Device 8 ("Aldonite"; Magical; Metal; Entropy; Destruction; Easy to loose, Feats: Can only be used by you, 40pp Device) [26pp] Array 15 ("Enchanted Weapon"; Magic; Metal, Destruction; 30pp Array; PF: Alternate Power 2) [32pp] BE: Corrosion 10 ("Ruinous Strike"; Magical; Metal, Entropy, Destruction;) {30/30} AE: Damage 7 ("Lay waste"; Magic, Metal, Destruction; Extras: Area Burst (35ft-175ft), Penetrating, Selective Attack PF: Increase Area 2 (x5)) {30/30} AE: Teleport 6("Gate"; Magic, Destruction; Extras:Portal, Accurate; Teleport 600ft as a move, 20 miles as a full action) {30/30} Light Control 1 ("Brilliant Blade"; Magic, Light; 10ft range) {2pp} Damage 5 ("Still a sword"; Metal PF; Mighty){6pp} Immunity 5 ("Duty until death by battle";Magic; Immunity to Aging, Disease, Poison, Sleep, Starvation & Thirst) [5pp] DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC20 toughness Damage (physical Ruinous Strike Touch DC20 fort/DC25 toughness Drain/Damage (Energy/Physical) Lay Waste 35-175ft burst DC17 reflex/DC 22 toughness Damage (Magic energy) Sword Strike Touch DC 25 toughness Damage (Physical) Totals: Abilities (28) + Combat (16) + Saving Throws (10) + Skills (8) + Feats (4) + Powers (39) = 105/105 Power Points

<I wonder what lantern is like now...> Myoth ponders to himself as it occurs to him that he is jogging through the glittery dusted remains of a civilization of beings who were at least technologically equal to the Delzatri now in utter shambles, Inadvertently upsetting himself just a little and letting some of the issues that he'd so neatly packed away slip out and into the forefront of his mind, distracting him to the point he doesn't even see the reptilian in the hazard suit till after he's already sent spinning by his shoulder as he barges past. "Watching where your leavings, handbag!" the embittered lanternian calls after him before storming off down into the tunnel, his somewhat foul mood preventing him from even pondering what he might've been bolting from so naturaly he is quite taken off guard when he walks into a rather dusty room with icky bones scattered about it and a highly distressed looking Grey humanoid sitting on some sort of slab. "huh."

Ill Spend a HP and start on the road to recovery please.

Moon-Moth gives a distracted "Uh-huh" to hunger as he finishes up the construct and projects the cone of prismatic light out to form an oddly blocky projection over the 50 or so youths for a few moments before suddenly retracting back into a plane between his fingers almost too fast for the eyes to see as it pulled those within with it, reducing there volume as it goes, Moon-moth adjusting the size of his fingers and adjusting the now flat plane's size to about that of a 15 inch or so wide plane of what looks to glass through which the still cowering and perhaps slightly distressed but unharmed canines and humanoids can be plainly seen. gently grasping the edges of his dimensional ark he regards it quite fondly before holding it out to hunger "Theres we are, Break glass to release when you landings....believes i should be ables to push myself and packs up the rest in one big swoops." he half boasts "oh uh second question; Does you believes in magic?" he adds wryly before casting a second cone, this one much larger than the first and proceeding to engulf the remaining beings before him, bathing them in a soft, translucent prismatic cone and pulling them in, though this time no plane appears between his "Aim Frame", these swept up beings simply popping into view on the plane of transparent matter hunger holds between her hands. "Theres we goes, Space wolves packed and ready for long haul evacuation," he gives a slight bow that turns into him resting his hands on his knees to support himself as he breathes heavily for a few moments "Myoth shall be goings to his friends now he has caughting his breathings, with me lor-friend!" he squeaks as he gestures and scurries off towards the direction he saw the reptillian being leading them, it would be irresponsible of him to just teleport away and leave his new ally dangling in the winds like delicious fruit.

Hmm If I'm Stunting it the best i can pull off is Dimensional Pocket 15 ("Capturing the moment"; Space, Perspective, Dimensional; 5,000,000 Lbs Capacity Extras: Area (Cone) Targeted) Flaws: Tiring Power Feats: Progression Increase area 2 (150-750ft Cone)) {32/32} If im gonna ritual that up i think i'd have to jury rig it I think i can auto pass on the conceptualizing roll but i'd need a 12 or more on creation/casting so that'd be another HP if i failed and one to recover from the fatigue if necessary so what'll it be captain? two HP or three?. If thats acceptable

Moon-Moth nods solemnly and simply states "Rest assured; We of all peoples knows prudence is not weakness or cowardice." before turning to the few pirates he's been granted the usage of "Gather as many as you can and what supplies you can bring them out here in as close a group as possible...Reassure them they're not in the dangers, from me.." he states as authoratively as possible, under no illusion now that the hunger do not respect anything short of strength. Making a frame with his foredigits and thumbs be begins to mumble to himself and it is not long before tiny flashes of prismatic light begin to arch between the sides of his parallel manipulators.

Moon-Moth Ponders quietly to himself as he walks upon the planets frozen surface, giving the lor gentleman a reassuring pat on the shoulders as he goes about trying to wrap his mind around the dimensional manipulations required for his interesting little idea "I believes i may be ables to help without detracting from our mission, traveler and dragonid, i will return the shortly feel free to gets started, i will catch up.." he states as he wanders after the canine humanoid who seemed to be the leader. "I must asks you two things, hunger." he says as he draws in on her "Firsts, Are you willings to trust in me?" he asks, deadly serious as he can be with his broken grasp of galstandard and his somewhat fluffy countenance "For I May have A Way of drastically accelerating the evacuation if yous willings too."

could i try to ritual or Power Stunt up a dimensional pocket effect to speed the evacuation process up a little bit, put a bunch of the hardier ones in some 2d plane thingy and say "break glass to release upon arrival."

Think ill save it.

Ulysses moves with almost robotic precision and steely resolve, opening his mouth as wide as it can be forced to and inhaling with all the strength of his lungs, pulling the acrid smoke into his lungs unflinchingly in a whispy vortex of dust and residue, fixing his hard glare upon Annie and moving to stand over her from behind he leans down a little and barely more than a whisper he says "You will not escape me, saboteur...I am the march of progress; Unstoppable and Inevitable." speaking now at a far more sociable volume but with indelible weight and force to these softer words, his slightly glazed over eyes not even registering synapse before him as he draws back for his next blow. "Try as you might to derail me."

Hmm would you be willing to let me use superbreath to nullify the smoke by inhaling it?

INTO THE DEPTHS OF SPACE by Thevshi Moon-Moth 1 Point to spend Equipment 1 - 5ep towards praetorian Vehicles/Headquaters Ulysses 2 points to spend. Feats. Take-down attack 1 and Interpose. Thanks.

Got a 17 yeah gonna re-roll that. 1d20+12=13+10 from reroll = 23

Moon-Moth makes the most of the uneasy lull in activity to quickly relate to the humanoid what has brought him and his comrades here through the medium of simplistic illusion, one of two very stylized stick figures, one of which bears silver wings and the other of which hold a Fluffy white mane strafing a communion vessel blasting at it with what seems to be rainbows and fireballs, nimbly weaving between its return fire and gradually causing it to crack and eventually fracture...then the holographic map from the curators briefing room displaying the various planets that have already fallen prey to the wormhole generator before reapplying his red ring to the location of where he suspects the next blow to fall, leaving it for a moment before turning the thing into an arrow that points squarely at the planet behind the pirate blockade before morphing into the shape of the communion vessel from the beginning. <Hopes he Understandings...> moon moth thinks, antenna wiggling in anticipation as he turns to face the rag tag lines of the opposition, a faint opalescent sheen spreading over his form as he girds himself for battle, activating his forcefield. <Things about to get the ugly.>

Ulysses is on 5

Hunk Hurling 1d20+6=26

The moment he set eyes upon the bedraggled woman Ulysses could feel something very very angry thrash inside the very core of his being, something that objected so utterly to her that it blocked out all other sensory input but her, so focused on her smug expression; His own heart began to thunder in his ears, gradually at first but growing louder and louder with each beat till it was nigh unto deafening like the chugging of some monolithic engine. "The track must be built...the track must be built..." he mumbles as his adrenalin begins to build and his chest begins to heave as his tired but sturdy limbs loosen and fill with power like pistons building steam, Visibly shaking with rage and anticipation not quite his own he moves with terrible purpose and inexorable momentum to stand before the object of his ire. "THE TRACK MUST BE BUILT, OVER YOU IF NECESSARY!" He screams at the gathered thugee, the faint sound of some phantasmal train whistle sounding under his voice, he leaps into action, driving his fingers into the stone floor and parting it then with a mighty heave of his arms sending a foot thick slab of stone flipping into the air to shatter upon the roof; Melon sized chunks rain down onto the heads of those bellow it.

Sure thing! ill make a IC now.

Would it be possible to rip out a hunk of cave and hurl it at as many minions as possible?

Moon moth's inner artist had found itself captivated by this impossible planet as it span around the magnetar like a little crystal wreathed in nebulous gases like veils of ephemeral silk that washed and swirled around it in fantastical colours, so much so he felt quite annoyed when something poked its head up and blocked his view of it, quickly gesturing [Down in the front!] in Lanternian at the stranger before being called back to his senses by the calls of dragonid and Sitara. "Apologizes friends I was in my own little world for a small times there." he says in galstandard as he simultaneously gestures a quick apology to the man on the view-screen in-case by some miracle he had seen and understood the meanings of his motions as he watches the rag-tag fleet move in on its vectors "times for a float in the sea of stars it would seems" and with a flash of sedate prismatic light teleports himself out in-front of the ship next to the curious alien floating in the vacuum, seemingly as unbothered by the conditions as he himself was despite the apparent differences in phisiology. <Fascinating!>

Ulysses will suprise everyone (self included) and get a 16