Exaccus

Moon-Moth finds his slow return to consciousness and the harsh grim reality of many of his fellow praetorians...many of his friends; dead somewhat expedited by the familiar scream and bellowing of his comrade kharag and putting his sadness to one side unsteadily clambers out of the curator's cryogenic containment capsule, grasping weakly at the frames, antenna weighed down with grief and frost pokes his head out to regard the screaming Za'akis God-Emperor, he feels a burden lift off his heart to see Amara alive and well; though standing on unsteady feet next to the strange Lor. he fights back the urge to cry. <We needs to be strong for each others, Now more than ever.> he tells himself as he blinks away his tears and with some effort shakes out the gathered ice on his antenna and mane, scattering it across the metal flooring before stepping out. Standing as tall as he can will himself too he salutes Paradigm and then Kharag and the others "I am Happiest to see you alive...!" he croaks as loudly as his dry throat will allow him; "Do anyones Require Assistance?" addressing the Lor as much as his fellow praetorians, Assuming him a fellow escapee if not an emancipator.

Save Vs Soporific: 1d20+10=24 Completely ignore the cultists next to me and move over to assist singh, spending a HP to gain access to the takedown feat Attacking the thug whoms knife is currently in singh 1d20+8=27 Takedown Attacking the Second if applicable 1d20+8=16 Moving back to engage his own if they're removed from the combat and he's got enough movement left.

Turning to face the Approaching reptilian with eyes wide with wonderment myothizar finds himself barely able to contain his glee "Greeting Brother!" Myothizar giddily chirps, antenna fully extended with excitement, making friends was so easy; this one was already calling him brother! "I am Myothizar the moon-moth, you may callings me Myoth if you likes, I am very much forward looking to workings with you!" voice starting to squeak a little as he runs out of air to project his words with, still not used to having to breath in passively to facilitate his newfound voice. During his short breathing break his keen eyes wander over to the winged jetpack and his mind, sharp though it is immediately leaps to a conclusion and when he next speaks he is far more somber and collected "I am sorry to see you are injured brother dragonid" gesturing to what he believes to be a prosthetic set of wings "If you likes I could try to heal you, though warnings; I have been tolds regrowing lost limbs is very uncomfortable."

Character: Moon-moth What they're doing: Praetorian; In suspended Animation on the curator's ringworld.

Ulysses is on 4

Ulysses sighed as he pushed himself off his wall and plods casualy over to stand with synapse and the captain as the scene turns sour around them taking a moment to casually glance around the room and try to get a count on how many foes he now faced. "I dare say the jig is up." he mutters to his companions, more to synapse than singh "by the looks of matters im guessing we're going to be doing things the hard way from here on out." placing his clenched fist into his palm and cracking his knuckles audibly. before putting them up in standard boxing stance "Honestly I kinda prefer it that way personaly, but prudence is not cowardice...should we fight or flee?"

"thankings you; It is pleasurable to make your acquaintances, Sir Raark, Lady Gaius." he says with a small bow of his head, antenna's flailing slow to a more casual pace as he calms down somewhat, though still flitting a little as he hopes he got Raarks gender correctly. "I am Myothizar, you may calling me Myoth" he squeaks somewhat pleased with how well its all going "It is a very nice empire indeed, quite a many Lanternians including my own family have left to explore; It is comfortable to think they'll not be treated badly for being Lanternians." he trills softly.

"wonderful." ulysses half mumbled to himself as tundra's words reach him, on the cusp of the hole, somewhat distracted by the monsters's thunderous roars, the bright flash of its bindings shattering and then reforming and the shouts of the panstar security staff to give it much attention at the moment; too focused on seizing the oppertunity presented him. Deciding to test the waters he lashes out with a simple straight wallop, driving his fist into the creatures shin without over-committing to the effort.

Ill try to bash the beastie 1d20+8=26

Moon-Moth Found himself slightly put on edge by the constant ambient noises that surrounded him, used to the serenity of his atmosphere-less home even the wind felt strange and exciting as it blew over his antenna, rustling the fine feathery fur lining them an his heavily groomed mane. Opting to wear simple but elegant Poncho, dyed a deep dark magenta to honour his clutch and embossed with the circular sweeping designs of his culture, Mainly to cover his vestigal wings and Keep them from scattering scales over his hosts belongings. finding himself somewhat distracted by the conversation going on around him he felt suddenly very aware of his own mouth and throat for with his somewhat lacking grasp of the delzatri's language he'd opted to swear his oath non-verbally than risk misspeaking and though that hesitance to speak was now vastly diminished in the somewhat more relaxed environment it lingered still in his mind. <I Will have to speak, eventuality.> he reasoned as the energetic tones of those around him tickled in his ears and spotting an opportunity to join the conversation seized it. "Indeed, It must be very difficulty to accommodate such varied peoples." he tries as his antenna betray his anxiety with there rapid flicking.

Hehe, glad to hear it. and Edits made

Ulysses >Earth Victoriana: On Track >Reclaiming the Land Moon-Moth >Tales of the praetorians: We are legion

Having been in quite a few ale houses and pubs in his time Ulysses could feel the unwelcoming mien of this place rather keenly, like the foulness in the air it utterly permeated the place to the point of saturating the worn down walls, Giving a slight nod in acknowledgement to Singh and Synapse he calmly and confidently strides over to an unoccupied wall and rests his back against it, casting a cursory glance around the room, letting out a Huff and folding his arms over his chest, determined to be ready if the trouble this place seemed to promise did boil over, lips curling into the slight sneer that had deflected ruffians and hoodlums like a cowcatcher for years.

Edits made.

1d20+10=20

Moon-Moth Power Level: 10/11 (177/181 PP) Trade-Offs: -2 Attack /+2 Damage, -4 Defence/+4 toughness Unspent Power Points: 4 Theme: In Brief:Moon-speaking Mothman Mage, Praetorian of the Delzatri Empire and Loveable Eccentric. Alternate Identity: Myothizar A’lira Identity: Public Birthplace: Moon of Lantern Occupation:Moth Affiliations: Praetorians, Delzatri Empire, Lanturnians Family and Friends: Oroda and Litha A'Lira; Sire and Dam, Fascinated with the technology of the Dalzatri they migrated with their Children and had taken up the study of whatever they can get there hands on. Loke, Orin and Shari A'lira: Younger Brothers and Sister: Left lantern to seek there fortunes in the wider empire, Tae'lun Ozmodae: Friend and Mentor, Tae was born before the Lanternians made their great migrations and even served as an architect of the ritual that Relocated them; Took Myothizar as a pupil when the young Lanternian showed an instinctive grasp of spell-craft, Remained on lantern to teach magic to future generations. Forwarded Myothizar to the praetorians in the hopes he could find peers amongst their ranks. Parth Larunzi: Friend; taught under Tae'lun alongside Myoth, the two have known each other nearly their whole adult lives and have always been close in terms of relationship and talent in Mysticism; Came to believe Myoth was forwarded over herself due to favoritism on Tae'lun's part and has become a little bitter towards him. Description: Age: 200 (DoB: Over 2200 years ago) Apparent Age: Adult Gender: Male Ethnicity: Moonborn Height: 6'6 Weight: 130lbs Eyes: Violet Hair: Fluffy White. Tall with slender limbs and powdery wings bearing large eye like markings, Myoth could easily be mistaken for the terrestrial Cryptid Mothman, His coat is a snowy white that would blend readily with the surface of his home moon; Power Descriptions: An Artist at heart, Moon-Moths spells are often highly visual and thematic, Serving either as tools for his work, like his constructs and illusions or themselves works of art Drawn From Phenomena, Cultures and Places that have captivated the highly curious lanternian. History: The Lanternian race evolved on the inhospitable world of lantern, a desert world plagued by a gaping hole in the atmosphere that let the fury of its sun scorch the surface unfiltered, setting its surface ablaze and granting its name. It was early in there history when, seeking to escape the fiery wrath of the unpredictable solar bombardments that they first developed there mystical capabilities, using them to as one migrate through space and to the surface of lanterns moon, already adapted to the harshness of there world it did not take them long to make the adoptions necessary to permanently colonize the satellite without the assistance of advanced technologies. able to view the resplendent beauty of the cosmos from there sanctuary the lanternians found there understandings of magic and philosophy greatly expanded upon by watching how the gears of the galaxy turned and interacted with one another; soon enough the colony became something of a monastery dedicated to the enlightenment and education of lanturnians in the mystic arts. Myothizar A'lira was one of the first so called "moon-born", having birthed and metamorphosed upon the moon, his coat was a brilliant white in contrast to the ruddy reds and browns of his ancestors and parents, his thin carapace trimmed with thick fur, his thinner arms and legs also afforded him a somewhat greater height and leaner build. perhaps on another world being born so radically different would've resulted in some form of prejudice or exile but now an amiable agrarian society, his people readily accepted him as something of a good omen and the promise of there future prosperity; an omen that seemed to come true when on the eve of his 20th decade of life contact with envoys of the Delzatri Empire made contact and after much discussion it was decided that the joining of the Delzatri's empire would be there next step into the greater cosmos; a decision that Myothizar had advocated most strongly; for whilst he was never the subject of outright fear or scorn, the discovery of his deep and almost instinctive grasp of mysticism had lead to him being somewhat demonized by younger members of his race as something of a monster, hoping to find peers amongst the varied members of the interstellar empire. A chance he got when he was forwarded by the elders as a potential candidate for the praetorians. Personality & Motivation: Lanternians are highly amiable creatures and Myoth is no exception, he greatly enjoys the diversity of the various species in the universe and whilst he is slow to anger and quick to forgive; wickedness and cruelty evoke his ire and fighting spirit. Powers & Tactics: With a keen mind and powerful magic Myoth can be a cunning and terrifying foe to face; Able to emit unerring prismatic energy bolts from his hands and antenna known for not only penetrating but passing through armoured vehicles and small starship hulls. generate highly complex Illusions, heal the wounds of others and spin silvery constructs from thin air It is little wonder he was all but demonized by the children of his home world; in general, Moon-moth runs interference and support, attempting to thin the enemy ranks and misdirect their strength Complications: Moonspeak: Myoth's Grasp of spoken language is somewhat poor; given he was born on the moon and the lack of atmosphere necessitated a Non-Verbal Language He Will often misspeak or confuse terms, occasionally getting punched in the face as a result. "I am Myoth, Not Monster.": Myoth's Slight ostracization has caused him to develope a craving for acceptance and Approval, the primary reason he enjoys working with the praetorians is the peers it provides him, He becomes extremely Distressed if he is called a monster, freak, demon or the like (he doesn't mind Alien, Lunatic or Fool.) and usualy tries to convince the accuser otherwise; Sufficient provocation however Might leads to Red Rages and/or Heavy Depression. Abilities: 0 + 4 + 10 + 20 + 10 + 4 = 48PP Strength: 10 (+0) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 20 (+5) Intelligence: 30 (+10) Wisdom: 20 (+5) Charisma: 14 (+2) Combat: 12+6 = 18PP Initiative: +10 Attack: +6 Melee, +6 Ranged (+10 Blast, Snare, Transform) Defense: +7 (+3 Base, +4 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Grapple: +6 Knockback: -7 Saving Throws: 2+5+5 = 12PP Toughness: +15 (+5 Con, +10 [Force Field]) Fortitude: +7 (+5 Con, +2) Reflex: +7 (+2 Dex, +5) Will: +10 (+5 Wis, +5) Skills: 48R = 12PP Concentration (8) +13 Craft (artistic) (4) +14 Diplomacy (4) +6 Gather Information (4) +6 Investigate (4) +14SM Knowledge (Arcane Lore) (8) +18SM Knowledge (Galactic Lore) (4) +14 Language 2 (Base: Lanturnian, Delzatri, Galstandard) Notice (5) +10SM Sense Motive (5) +10SM Feats: 14PP Dodge Focus 4 Eidetic Memory Equipment 7 (Praetorian HQ and Spaceships; 5 from veteran awards) Jack of all Trades Luck 2 Ritualist Skill Mastery (Arcane Lore, Notice, Sense Motive, Investigate) Speed of Thought Ultimate Effort (Knowledge (arcane Lore)) Equipment: 2PP = 10EP Contributed to Praetorian Equipment Powers: 50 + 2 + 10 + 9 + 4 = 75PP Array 20(“Master of Magic”; Magic; PF: Alternate Power 10)[50pp] -BE: Blast 12(“Vast Array of offensive magic”; Feats (Improved Critical 2) Extras Penetrating 5 PF: Accurate 2 (+4), Improved Range (300ft Incr) Indirect (3), Progression (Increase Range; 3000ft maximum) Variable Descriptor 2 (Any Magic)) [40pp] -AE: Create Object 11(“Moon-Silver Constructs”; 11x250’ cubes; Extras: Movable (55ft radius, STR 55 Force: 26 tons), Precise, Progression (Object Size) 5, Stationary) (40/40pp) [1pp] -AE: Illusion 8(“Mirage Arcana”; Affects: All sense Types, Progression Area 6 (100ft)(38/40pp)) [1pp] -AE: Move Object 18(“Audacious Alterations”/ “Subtle Shifts”; Strength 90, Heavy load: 3.3k tons; PF: Affects Insubstantial 2 (Full Power) Precise, Subtle, (40/40pp) [1pp] -AE: Snare 12 (“Moon-Silver Shackles”; Extras: Regenerating PF: Accurate 2 (+4) Precise, Subtle) (40/40pp)) [1pp] -AE: Teleport 12(“Magic of the Migration”; 1200ft as a move, 20 million miles as a full action; Extras: Accurate PFs: Change Velocity, Easy, Progression Mass 2 (500lbs) (40/40pp))[1pp] -AE: Teleport 10("Moth-gate"; Extras: Accurate, Portal Flaws: Long Range)[40/40] -AE: Teleport 15("Long distance transmission" Extras: Accurate Flaws: Long Range PFs: Progression Mass 6 (10,000 lbs) Change velocity, Change Direction, Easy, Turnabout)[40/40] -AE: Time Stop 10 ("Myothizar's Moment"; 50ft radius Extras: Selective attack Flaws: Action(Full), Distracting, Range, Unreliable (5 Uses)[40/40) -AE: Transform 12(“Transmutations”; Affects: Broad (Matter to Matter) 5000 lbs; Extras: Duration (continuous) Flaws: Action (full) Range (Touch) PF: Accurate 2 (+4), Innate (40/40pp))[1pp] -AE: Dimensional Pocket 16("Myothizar Zone"; 12,500,000 lbs; PFs: Affects Insubstantial 2 (Full Power), Extended Reach 2 (10ft reach)) (36/40) Flight 1(“Mystic Flight” 10mph 100ft a round) [2pp] Force Field 10(“Prismatic Scales” +10 toughness) [10pp] Immunity 8(“Lanturnian Biology”; Genetic, Aging, Enviormental conditions (all), Suffocation (all); Feat: Innate)[9pp] Super Senses (“Magic Sensativity”; Alien, Biological; Analytical, Visual Detect Magic)[4pp] Drawbacks: (-2) = -2PP Vulnerability: Fire (common) +1 to DCs (minor) (-2pp) DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC15 Toughness Damage Blast 300ft DC27 Toughness Damage Myothizars' Moment DC20 Reflex Time Stop Snare 120ft DC22 Reflex Snare Transform Touch DC22 Fortitude Transform Illusion Perception DC18 Will Illusion Totals: Abilities (48) + Combat (18) + Saving Throws (12) + Skills (12) + Feats (14) + Powers (75) - Drawbacks (-2) = 177/181PP

<Ah, Sorry about that.> Ulysses thinks with his indoors brain. <I Think i might have some pertinent information; Shortly before we uh..crossed over? I heard a voice in my head, I dismissed it as a senile moment at first but it got more insistant..its only just when you made uh..contact? that i realized its an external voice, one thats making demands about finishing captain 'staches railway.> Fidgeting slightly with his hands for a moment and shifts uneasily <Though Its a relief to find out I'm not getting any crazier than being a steam engine man, its sorta worrying at the same time that something can do that.>

Drawing in his arms as much as he could, Ulysses sweeps them outwards with a huff and a puff, This time, the stone, criss crossed with stress fractures shatters against the backs of his hands and skitters away across the tarmac like rice on the skin of a beating drum, some of the larger chunks trailing steam as they go. Taking a brief moment to collect himself and catch his breath before calling out to tundra "Maybe not, but perhaps its time for a truce at least, This creature clearly isn't on anyones side and i doubt it will stop with this place; and thought I might disagree with your methods, you care about things, like the people in the town down there." before pulling away and Approaching the creature, hoping it would focus on him as the most immediate threat and buy enough time to let the young ladies try things their way.

I would like to try and break free again,

Ulysess for the second time that day found his mind filled with the voice of another being, which was as reassuring as it was worrying; For one thing he now knew that he was not infact mad, but that meant that there was someone else poking around in his engineering cab, which was at the best of times a worrying prospect. "That should make things remarkably easier then, maybe we just need to gain entry and spend enough time for you to give everyone a quick once over; or can you do it from out here?" he hummed rubbing his hand against his beard; Chest growing a little tight as he turned the problems facing him over in his mind. He could probably use the help of a psychic if his mind was being invaded by alien urges and commands but he had a feeling that claiming to have voices in his head would diminish the captains already dim opinion of him; Resolving to do what any man of his intellect would in the situation he tries thinking as loudly as possible. Hello? is this thing on?

Made some edits, should really avoid trying to do such things so early in the morning,.

Player Name: Exaccus Character Name: Moon-Moth Power Level:PL10 150pts Trade-Offs: -5 Defence/+5 toughness Unspent Power Points: 0 Progress To Bronze Status: 0/30 In Brief:Moon-speaking Mothman Mage, Praetorian of the Delzatri Empire and Loveable Eccentric. Alternate Identity: Myothizar A’lira Identity: Public Birthplace: Moon of Lantern Occupation:Moth Affiliations: Praetorians, Delzatri Empire, Lanturnians Family:Moths Description: Age: 200 (DoB: Over 2200 years ago) Apparent Age: Adult Gender: Male Ethnicity: Moonborn Height: 6’6 Weight: 130lbs Eyes: Violet Hair: Fluffy White. Tall with slender limbs and powdery wings bearing large eye like markings,Myoth could easily be mistaken for the terrestrial cryptid mothman, His coat is a snowy white that would blend readily with the surface of his home moon; Power Descriptions: An Artist at heart, Moon-Moths spells are often highly visual and thematic, Serving either as tools for his work, like his constructs and illusions or themselves works of art Drawn From Phenomena, Cultures and Places that have captivated the highly curious lanternian. History: The Lanternian race evolved on the inhospitable world of lantern, a desert world plagued by a gaping hole in the atmosphere that let the fury of its sun scorch the surface unfiltered, setting its surface ablaze and granting its name. It was early in there history when, seeking to escape the fiery wrath of the unpredictable solar bombardments that they first developed there mystical capabilities, using them to as one migrate through space and to the surface of lanterns moon, already adapted to the harshness of there world it did not take them long to make the adoptions necessary to permanently colonize the satellite without the assistance of advanced technologies. able to view the resplendent beauty of the cosmos from there sanctuary the lanternians found there understandings of magic and philosophy greatly expanded upon by watching how the gears of the galaxy turned and interacted with one another; soon enough the colony became something of a monastery dedicated to the enlightenment and education of lanturnians in the mystic arts. Myothizar A'lira was one of the first so called "moon-born", having birthed and metamorphosed upon the moon, his coat was a brilliant white in contrast to the ruddy reds and browns of his ancestors and parents, his thin carapace trimmed with thick fur, his thinner arms and legs also afforded him a somewhat greater height and leaner build. perhaps on another world being born so radically different would've resulted in some form of prejudice or exile but now an amiable agrarian society, his people readily accepted him as something of a good omen and the promise of there future prosperity; an omen that seemed to come true when on the eve of his 20th decade of life contact with envoys of the Delzatri Empire made contact and after much discussion it was decided that the joining of the delzatri's empire would be there next step into the greater cosmos; a decision that Myothizar had advocated most strongly; for whilst he was never the subject of outright fear or scorn, the discovery of his deep and almost instinctive grasp of mysticism had lead to him being somewhat demonized by younger members of his race as something of a monster, hoping to find peers amongst the varied members of the interstellar empire. A chance he got when he was forwarded by the elders as a potential candidate for the praetorians. Personality & Motivation: Lanternians are highly amiable creatures and Myoth is no exception, he greatly enjoys the diversity of the various species in the universe and whilst he is slow to anger and quick to forgive; wickedness and cruelty evoke his ire and fighting spirit. Powers & Tactics: With a keen mind and powerful magic Myoth can be a cunning and terrifying foe to face; Able to emit unerring prismatic energy bolts from his hands and antenna known for not only penetrating but passing through armoured vehicles and small starship hulls. generate highly complex Illusions, heal the wounds of others and spin silvery constructs from thin air It is little wonder he was all but demonized by the children of his home world; in general, Moon-moth runs interference and support, attempting to thin the enemy ranks and misdirect their strength Complications: Moonspeak: Myoth's Grasp of spoken language is somewhat poor; given he was born on the moon and the lack of atmosphere nessescitated a Non-Verbal Language He Will often Shout or scream without realizing it or worse still, Misspeak or confuse terms, occasionally getting punched in the face as a result. Abilities: 0 + 4 + 10 + 20 + 10 +4 = 48PP Strength: 10 (+0) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution: 20 (+5) Intelligence: 30 (+10) Wisdom: 20 (+5) Charisma:14 (+2) Combat: 8 + 6 = 14PP Initiative: +0 Attack: +4 Melee, +4 Ranged, +6 Magic of lantern's Moon, +10: Blast/Snare/Transform Grapple: +4 Defense: +5 (+3 Base, +2 Dodge Focus), +2 Flat-Footed Knockback: -7/-2 without force field Saving Throws: 2 + 5 + 5 = 12PP Toughness: +5/+15 (+5 Con, +10 [Force field]) Fortitude: +7 (+5 Con, +2) Reflex: +7 (+2 Dex, +5) Will: +10 (+5 Wis, +5) Skills: 48R = 12PP Concentration 8 (+13) Craft: Artistic 4 (+14) Diplomacy 4 (+6) Gather Information 4 (+6) Investigate 4 (+14) Knowledge: Arcane Lore 6 (+16) Knowledge: Cosmic Lore 4 (+14) Language 4 (+4; Base: Lanternian(hand signs), Galstandard, Delzatrian, 2 more ) Notice 5 (+10) Sense motive 5(+10) Feats: 8PP Attack Specilization 1 (Magic of lanterns Moon) Dodge Focus 2 Eidetic Memory Jack-Of-All-Trades Luck 2 Ritualist . Powers: 39+2+10+1+7+3=62PP Array 16 (Magic of Lanterns Moon.;Magic, Light; 32pt array; 39pp) BE: Blast 10 ("Prismatic Bolts"; Magic, Light, Power Feats: Accurate 2 (+2) Homing 2 (2 attempts),Split attack 1 (2 targets) Extras:Penetrating 5) {30/32} AE: Create Object 10 ("Moonlight Constructs"; Magic, Light Extras: Movable Power Feats:Stationary, Precise {32/32} AE: Healing 10 ("Lunar Mercy" Magic Power Feats: Persistent, Regrowth Extras: Total, Restoration Flaws: Limited to others) {32/32} AE: Illusion 8 ("Misdirection and mirages"; Magic, Affects all senses) {32/32} AE: Move Object 15("Subtle Manipulations/Audacious Alterations"; Magic; effective strength 75, heavy load: 400 tonnes Power Feats: Subtle, Precise) {32/32} AE: Snare 10("Silver shackles" magic; Power feats: Accurate 2(+4)) {22/32} AE: Teleport 10("Magic of the Lunar Migration"; Magic; 1000ft in a move action, 200,000 miles as a Full round action; Extras:Accurate Power Feats: Easy) {32/32} AE:Transform 10("Temporary Transmutations"; Magic; Inanimate > Inanimate (4/a rank) ; Affects 1000lbs Extras: Independent Power Feats: Accurate 2 Flaws: Action (full), Ranged (Close ranged)) {32/32} Flight 1 (“Moth Wingsâ€; Alien, Biological; 10mph 100ft a round) Force field 10 ("Aurora Scales" ;Magic 10PP) Immunity 1("Mystic Transcendance";Magic; Aging) Immunity 7 (“Lanturnian Biologyâ€;Alien, Biological; Environmental conditions (all), Suffocation (all); 7pp) Super-Senses("Magic Sensitive Antenna";Alien Biological; Analytical ,Ranged, Mental Detect Magic; 3pp) Drawbacks: (-3) + (-3) = -6PP Vulnerability ( Fire; Frequency: Common; Intensity: Moderate [x1.5]) [-3PP] Vulnerability ( Electricity; Frequency: Common; Intensity: Moderate [x1.5]) [-3PP] DC Block ATTACK RANGE SAVE EFFECT Unarmed Touch DC15 Toughness (Staged) Damage (Physical) Prismatic Bolts Ranged(100ft) DC27 Toughness (staged) Damage (magical energy) Silver Shackles Ranged(100ft) DC20 Reflex (staged) Snare Temp. Trans Touch DC20 Fortitude Transform Totals: Abilities (48) + Combat (14) + Saving Throws (12) + Skills (18) + Feats (8) + Powers (62) - Drawbacks (-6) = 150/150 Power Points

"Hmm, If i could get inside, I could smoke them out in a manner of speaking and send them unwittingly into your awaiting grasps." Ulysses offers; a thin wisp of steam billowing from between his lips as speaks "catch em in a pincer maneuver and put them in the thieves dilemma, keep em separate and make them believe they're selling each other out to get them to spill what they know in hopes of lenient punishments for their involvement." almost able to feel the steel wheels turning in his mind, working over the problem present to it like a mill, turning to regard Synapse as he continues "you seem to have some esoteric talents as well, judging by your original outfit; any that might help us out here? I fear mine are only good for the most direct routes."

Thought Id give it a try. Knowledge history 1d20+6=8 turns out he didn't say the name wrong on purpose.

Up until now, Ulysses had held the captain in an amused if distant regard, but the dejected look on the chipper man’s face now has drawn him from his detachment, The fact he might yet help unravel the mystery making him ally to the strange urging in his mind might have had something to do with it. "Cheer up, Captain; the tide, I feel she is a turnin.'" giving the captain a big grin “I dare say between the three of us, we've got enough brains, muscles and good looks that these foo-gee thugs have met there match, I dare say if we move swiftly now we might catch them with their trousers down.†Pouring on the working class charm like syrup. As he pounds his clenched left Fist into his open right palm “and tidy them away quick and quiet like.†And then I go see a doctor about these rather insistent "senile moments".