RobRX

Okay sorry I forgot to post. Diplomacy.

http://orokos.com/roll/280449

1d20+4: 13 [1d20=9]

Edit: Spending a hero point to improve this roll.

http://orokos.com/roll/280461

1d20: 19 [1d20=19]

Then blowing the last hero point on some itty bitty chunk of Daka crystal she left in Racer's care.

Oh, I forgot that? Hold on.

"L-let him go. Or, um, just let him stay here." Cho said at the others, before they could finish off Molienda.
 The descision was met with shock and protest, but accepted. Instead the ground only swallowed up Molienda even more, leaving only his head sticking out of the mud as the WYRM crew left.

--

Once again, this mission had left Cho a total wreck, unable to move. While the others were packing things and preparing to leave, Cho and Racer talked a bit.

"That was incredible."

"N-no, it really wasn't."

"It was."

"N-no I-I...I was..." Her face contorted in pain and tears came out the corner of her eyes. "I was faking it the whole damn time, this is the w-worst pain of my life. I-I'm...going to die. Plus I soiled my supersuit a few times. I-I...I just...it's..."

"You kept standing back up."

"F-for the team."

"But Cho, they had left."

"W-who cares. They came back."

"You had that much faith in them?"

"N-no not really."

"But you still did it."

"Y-yeah. Because I had to. Had to try. Had to give...look I don't know, somekind of example I guess. G-gah...aah.." Horribly pained from her injuries, Cho writhed. "I could try to heal now, but I'm too tired."

"You did all this only for us?"

"I-I'm sure Miles would think I did it out ego." She said, looking away.

"But what do you think?"

"I don't know. I really don't. J-just that, um....that's really not a stunt I can repeat any time soon."

"Pfeh. Pfah. I think we can call it...a day." Molienda grunted out after kicking Cho. Despite his healing wounds, he was still quite worn out by this needlessly long brawl. The whole thing had lasted out far too long for the overall good and well being of anyone involved. "How about you call it quit now? Or do I have to break down every bone in your body?"

"Y-you....y-you...p-p-probably should." Cho stuttered, while slowly raising herself back on her feet, before collapsing halfway. "Hrg...agh...one more try."

"You're insane." Molienda replied, completely serious. No more boasting or menaces.  Rather a mixture of surprise and almost concern, strangely enough. "No one sane would push themselves this far. Your body is in ruin." He too wince and found himself shaking, barely able to stand either.

"Cho. You don't have to do this." Said Racer, putting a clawed hand on Cho's forearm, weakly trying to hold her back.

"I-I have to. F-for the team."

"He's right, it's madness. The others they...they would never do this for you."

"So?"

"So it's crazy. Saboteur and Brainclay would consider you a casualty."

"S-so what..."

"She's right. The others have likely deserted you."

"I don't care."

"Then you are hopelessly naive."

And with that, Molienda punched Cho one last time, knocking her to the ground unable to move. "Now to finish th-AAAAAAGH!" He didn't get to finish his sentence as a ray of light struck him in the back. Felipe taking his chance to offer some more payback. Then the ground eruped beneath him, swallowing him up to the waist.

"Wow you're still standing, really how did you even do that?" Magmatic said, arriving at the scene, looking rather banged up too, her gem-like body like cracked. Following her were Saboteur and the others, also looking in terrible shame overall.

Still surrounded by Communion antibodies, Kharag immediately reacted. He didn't even need to see or hear them move around him, he had other ways of sensing his surrounding. Dodging a stray claw swipe, he punched one of the antibody, the one on his left, twice in the chest then moved to the one on the right, landing a jaw-breaking uppercut. Then without even looking he finished the still-standing one on the left with a spinning kick. Grabbing the broken remains of an antibody, he lifted it overheard and screamed triumphantly.

Taking 10 to hit an antibody. DC 25 to resist. If it's dead, then Takedown attack on the other.

"I thought I said to stop." Cho said, before realizing she was being completely ignored. So much for that whole thing of trying to speak to someone rather than punch them. So, smashing it was now. "Allright, you asked for it." Running up to Alloy, Cho clenched her fist and threw a punch at the robot's gleaming, hitting it squarely in it's metallic jaw. With a loud clanging sound, the robot's head reeled back, now dented.

Going to move and attack Alloy.

http://orokos.com/roll/279265

1d20+6: 20 [1d20=14]

DC 25. Will post IC tomorrow.

Spending a hero point.

Extending her hand, Cho helped Racer stand up. The two were in poor shape, having taken quite the beating from being wailed on by Molienda.

"Two on one? Fine by me."

"Final battle, Racer?"

"....Yes." She replied, as weakly as ever. It just wasn't her thing to speak loudly it seemed.

"Sorry it had to end like that." Cho breathed out. "A-allright..."

"Are you SCARED, little girl?"

"Y-yeah, I..I-I really am."

"Then why are you still fighting me?"

"Because I have to."

"You might die."

"Y-yeah, I know."

On cue, the two charged Molienda. Fists and claws crashed against his scabby red (and slightly burnt) torso. Even with the two of them very close to their limit, it didn't matter. Cho had wanted to play the part of the classical superhero and that meant she had to keep going, no matter the consequences. Beside, at this point it was becoming quite the habit of getting herself completely beaten to a bloody pulp. She and Racer rained down blow after blow on Molienda, until none of the three could even properly stand. Battered, beaten and broken, they all just remained there, in the rain.

Unfortunately for them, Molienda still had a bit of a fight left in him, perhaps aided by his regeneration. Standing up (barely), he kicked Racer Konchu. Seeing this, Cho placed herself between Molienda and Racer, taking the second kick.

"You won't hurt anyone! ANYMORE!" Cho shouted as she punched Molienda in the jaw.

"Graah! Thought you said you wouldn't kill me!"

"Oh I'm not killing you." Another punch. "I don't kill. I never plan to." And another. And another.

"Greeheeheeheehahahaha!" Molienda started laughing loudly. "I have taught you well, then. HAHAHAHA! Now you want to hurt me. Slowly. Painfully. Returning everything a thousandfolds. Face it. I have won." He grinned at her with what was left of his lips, showing ugly sharp teeth. Cho's face twisted with revulsion. "You enjoy it. The violence. Now.  Keep hitting. Do it. You know you want to."

"No. I'm...I-I'm not like that I..." Looking at her hands, Cho suddenly felt very lost and confused.

"It's simple. You decide who is the good guy and who is bad guy. Then you crush the bad guy. Isn't that already what you do? You're already judge and jury no? Then why not become the executionner. I've seen into you. There is great anger. And that is good." He replied, breaking free from his restraints and walking up to her. "I was much like you once. I....AGH!" Molienda found himself interrupted as Racer had popped back on her feet and sliced him in the back with her claws. "You need to respect your elders, child! Be quiet while I TALK!" Once more, Racer ate some mud. "Such a shame. You are all so close to finally understanding the true meaning of life. And that meaning is nothing but endless violence and conflict and he who is strongest makes rule."

"Y-you're wrong...let her go, you sack of s***!"

"And tell me; why would I let her go? Who WILL force me to let her go? You? But you're not strong enough. And if you were strong enough then what? You would force me to? Doesn't that just prove that I'm right?!"

"You are one sick bastard who never shut the hell up, don't you?"

"The battle is more than physical. Hreeheehee. Even if I do like the physical part the most. So tell me, where are you friends?"

"T-they're around they.." Cho stopped talking, suddenly realizing how much the battle noises had nearly died out.

"Well I sure don't see them, no? They're probably dead. Or will be soon."

As Molienda stumbled back some more, covering his face, currently smoking profusely, Cho stood back up, pulling off the now blackened and twisted helmet covering her face. "You weren't expecting that, weren't you? H-honestly you're kinda lucky, I thought that was going to blow your head off..."

"You! AAH! MY FACE! YOU..." A long stream of swearing in spanish followed.

Pulling on the damaged makeshift suit, Cho tore it off her body, wearing her regular costume underneath. "O-okay...you...you can give up now. I don't want to kill you, even if you're a scumbag."

"AAAGH! AAAH!" Molienda scream, lowering his hands, showing her the full extent of the damage, a huge chunk of his skin having been burned right off. In some places it was nothing but blackened bones. Despite this, he was still very clearly alive and capable of surviving given how resillient he was.

"Ew.." Horrified, Cho looked away. "Oh that's horrible."

"YOU DID THIS!"

"I-I know...I just..." Cho started to feel horrified she could even do that. It hadn't really occured to her, all she wanted was to take down Molienda but seeing him like that was quite horrific. However she didn't get to feel bad for long as he roared and jumped into the air, landing his feet on her.

"I WILL GRIND YOU INTO DUST! HRAAAH!" Grabbing Cho, he started to slam her into the ground face first. As a last resort, Cho altered the ground beneath them, making it stretchy and fluid as it engulfed Molienda, restraining him. While he screamed in rage, restrained, she proceeded to punch him until her fists would break. He might outmatch her in raw power and in endurance, but that didn't matter.

Chaos erupted in the mercenary (or was it terrorist? Their motives had remained unclear even to this point) as Saboteur began moving around the camp, throwing smoke grenades. Meanwhile, the ground split open right in the middle of the camp, rocks flying everywhere and magma leaking. Magmatic had tunneled underneath it and cause a minor eruption. Guessing what was going on, Molienda ordered his best men, presumably the superpowered ones, to seek out the WYRM members and kill them. Cho's plan could begin.

Brainclay, projecting a mental image of Cho, entered the camp alongside the real one, her features and gender hidden underneath the makeshift ice suit. The two immediately headed deeper into the camp in order to confront Molienda.

"Look whose back." Said the monstrous man, grinning, his wounds already healed. "Well, this is your last chance niña or else I will break you!"

Brainclay, of course, wasn't remotely able to properly convey Cho's emotions, voice or facial features, making it seem as if she was simply staring at Molienda with no expression whatsoever, eyes like a dead fish.

"Playing the silent game, aren't we? Well then. I suppose it is time I give your new friend here a demonstration." Roaring, Molienda threw a punch at the real Cho, who tried to dodge but to no avail, getting knocked to the ground. Raising her hands and doing everything in her power to properly fine tune her ability to control molecules, she began controlling the moisture in the air around Molienda, who soon found himself covered in ice. Roaring, he shattered a large part of it and began pummeling Cho.

On cue, Racer rushed into the fight, slicing at the mountain of muscles with her claws. Enraged by his wound, Molienda grabbed Racer and used her as an impromptu club against the fake Cho, sending Brainclay flying away and leaving Racer in the dirt. Seeing this as her chance, Cho jumped at Moliend, who grabbed her before she could apply her frost-covered hands to his face. "Sorry, but your little ice cubes don't scare me." He said, holding her by the wrists, keeping the fingers a mere inche away from his ugly scarlet face. "O-okay." She said, voice distorted and muffled by the helmet. "How about this?!"

Molienda's face twisted to pure horror as the armored ice-user's body became engulfed in orange-red crackles, an infernal glowing inner light leaking out of the holes in the armor, sparks flying out. Mere inches away from Molienda's face, a beam of entropic energy erupted, engulfing his head and upper body in pure destruction. His screams of pain and terror erupted, drowning out all the noises in the camp and nearby jungle. "HRRRUUUGGLLLUUAAAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHH! AAAAAAGH!! AAAAAAAAGH! GAAAAAH!! MY FAAAAAACE!" He screamed, covering the smoking, gruesome mess with his callous hands.

GM

"Oh they...." The Lor looked around, his nervosity seemingly increasing tenfold. "Travellers from what I understand. Nomads. Perhaps from the edge of the galaxy, in the regions far beyond the influence of the republic. Y-yes, they're not from this sector of space. They don't interact much with us, we know so little about them."

GM

"There is one. His name is Azahar the Fourth. His ancestor, queen Azahar the first was defeated and conquered by Kharag." He explained. Apparently Za'akis names were gender-neutral, judging from that example. "The royal familly of their land swore an oath of service to him and became one of the Great Houses. Azahar has always been a rather sour supporter. However he has remained amongst the inner circle due how competent he is. He was one of the first to voice his opinion about us joining the empire. Kharag considers him irrelevant but..." The alien lowered his voice down to a hush. "Kharag has the unfortunate tendency to generally ignore dissenting opinions, believing them to be worthless if the one championing them does not dare challenge him head on."

The alien took a moment to let his own words sink in. "Still I am not sure he would go that far, given his years of service. Perhaps I am too trusting myself. One thing I have unfortunately learned since we have left our homeworld is that not all killers approach you with their weapons drawn. In fact most seem content to smile at you while they plunge their daggers into your back."

Let's go ahead with that.

"Okay...okay..." Cho said, breathing in. "Saboteur. Magmatic. You two, um, diversion. Yeah, diversion that's what you'll do. Brainclay and I take on Molienda. Bestia?"

"Grrr...what do you want me to do, fearless leader." She said, with an exceedingly mocking tone.

"You...you're teamed up with Felipe."

"You're kidding, right?"

"No. You're a pretty good fighter and you'll be wrecking everything so...um...I guess in the chaos they'll focus on you rather than him. A-at least that's the idea. Turn into some huge were-elephant or something and you'll draw all the fire on you. All he does is cover your back."

Saboteur  nodded. "I suppose that make some amount of sense."

"Racer?"

"Yes?" She simply replied, not even looking up.

"I'm told you're holding back a lot. So what I need you to do is...is uh...w-well basically, I need you to actually not hold back, this time. If someone gives the signal, you hit Molienda with everything you've got. No holding back. At all."

"I can try."

Trying to find anything good to say, Cho spoke up the first quote that came to her mind: "Do or do not. There is no try."

Racer kept her head down and simply muttered. "...That is Yoda."

"Y-yeah it's Yoda, but you get the idea."

Using my bronze reward to promote Cho/Rampart to PL 10.

Player Name: RobRX
Character Name: Rampart
Power Level: 10/11 (161/164PP 37PP earned pre-bump, 3PP earned post-bump)
Trade-Offs: -2 Attack / +2 Damage (Melee), +4 Attack / -4 Damage (Ranged), -2 Defense / +2 Toughness
Unspent Power Points: 3
Progress To Silver Status: 40/60
 
In Brief: Terminus-powered Paragon.

Alternate Identity: Cho Paige Lee
Identity: Public (In the sense people know she has superpowers)
Birthplace: Freedom City
Occupation: Student
Affiliations: Claremont Academy, WYRM
Family: Ken Lee (Father, Deceased), Wanda Benjamin, née Paige (Mother), John Benjamin (Stepfather), Naomi Benjamin (Half-sister)

Description:
Age: 17 (November 2, 1997)
Apparent Age: 18
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Asian/African-American
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 190 lb
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black

Cho is a growing girl, perhaps more so due to her Terminus mutation. For her age, she is very tall and strongly built, her mutation having developped a small yet wiry athletic physique into a more noticeably large and powerful one. She's still in her awkward teenage years and this growth spurt only make her feel more awkward. Her hair is kept short for practicality and ease of maintenance.
 
While Cho doesn't really have a secret identity (only using the name Rampart on the basis that it's 'tradition' to be called something), she does wear a costume. Due to her molecular manipulation being too poorly understood, the costume is materialized with a wrist-attached morphic molecule device, which exist solely to focus her powers in a narrow, pre-determined way as a mean to quickly change between her civilian clothes and costume. A cape has been recently added to the costume.

Power Descriptions:
Infused by Terminus energies, Cho has developed superhuman strength, endurance, speed and invulnerability and the ability of flight. These powers stem from her ability to alter and control molecules. These powers generally doesn't work on living organic  matter (unless used to destroy) with one exception; Cho's own body. It's from this power that her restructured body and physique come from.
 
History:
Cho's mother survived the Terminus invasion. Nothing all that out of the ordinary by itself, plenty of people had. The specific details she doesn't speak about, being quite shaken by the ordeal. However, the Terminus exposure had altered her mother and this was passed on to Cho (and to her sister, however no one currently knows this). After falling on hard times, Cho's father moved to Southside. He was killed only two years later in a gang shoot out. Cho then lived out with her mother and later her stepfather, with whom Cho had to learn to patch things with.

This all came to a change a few years ago. Cho began to experience excruciating pain nearly constantly and grew from small to outright towering and powerful, much to her delight as it only made her even better at sports she enjoyed so much and scared bullies away. However, deep down, she also felt scared and did not understand what was going on with her. Answers came when, in a fit of anger with a local jock bullying a smaller kid, she accidentally vaporized a chunk of the school's wall in a blast of Terminus energy. Following being enlisted at Claremont and later training with the World Youth Rescue Movement, Cho has learned to make much better use of her abilities.

Personality & Motivation:
Cho is desperate to prove herself and that her powers can be used for the greater good. She has good intentions but has poor judgment in how to proceed. Her temper is a lot less fiery than before and she's learned much but still remain, in many ways, quite the rookie to the superhero world. She tries to act more 'typically' of what someone would expect of a superhero like her but isn't sure if she's genuine or just putting on an act.

Powers & Tactics:
More confident and aware of her powers now, Cho has a better range of options in combat. Despite this, she remain quite reckless and still prone to resort to the typical tactic of 'hit it until it stop moving'. When harming her target is not an option, she instead resort to using her better-understood ability to alter molecules to restrain her target or alter the battlefield as best as she can. Nowadays she tries to resort less to violence right away.

Cho is a decent combattant. While good enough to hold her own in a fight, she rely more on her raw physical powers than refined combat skills. She has some basic training and a simple understanding of hand to hand combat but this is where her skills end. Her training primarily exist to supplement her powers and nothing else, it cannot replace them should she be depowered. It is very possible to outmatch her without even being stronger and tougher than her. While capable of moving fast, her reflexes are overall poor.

Complications:.

• Growth Spurts: Cho is still prone to painful growth spurts, both physically and power-wise.
• Matters of Power: Cho's snare can't work if there is nothing around to warp into restraints.
• Must Follow The Code: In her attempt to be a better hero, Cho has set herself an increasingly harsh code. No killing (unless absolutely necessary), never harm anyone first, no refusing the surrender of an opponent and never letting a single life be harmed in her presence.
• Patching the Family Life: Cho had a strained relationship with her family. While things are working out better now, there are still cracks here and there.
• Temper: She'very passionate but this also has plenty of downsides, especially when you can cause a lot of damage.
• The Conqueror WYRM: She's affiliated with the WYRM (World Youth Rescue Movement), which has a dark secret...
• Vendetta: Cho is after a supervillain who harmed her stepfather.

Abilities: 4 + 4 + 4 + 4 + 2 + 0 = 18PP

Strength: 34/14 (+12/+2), 84/34/14 Lifting (Heavy Load: 800 tons / 1 ton. / 175 lbs.)

Dexterity 14 (+2)

Constitution 34/14 (+12/+2)

Intelligence 14 (+2)

Wisdom 12 (+1)

Charisma 10 (+0)

Combat: 16 + 12 = 28PP

Initiative: +2

Attack: +8, +14 Disintegrate

Grapple: +20/+10, +30 Super-Strength

Defense: +6 (+6 Base), +3 Flat-Footed

Knockback Resist: 10/1

Saving Throws: 0 + 0 + 4 + 7 = 11PP

Toughness: +12/+2 (+12/+2 CON) (Impervious 10/0)

Fortitude: +12/+2 (+12/+2 CON, +0PP)

Reflex: +6 (+2 DEX, +4PP)

Will: +8 (+1 WIS, +7PP)

Skills: 32R = 8PP

Acrobatics 8 (+10)

Diplomacy 4 (+4)

Knowledge (Physical Science) 4 (+6)

Notice 8 (+9)

Sense Motive 8 (+9)

Feats: 10PP

Accurate Attack

Grapple Finesse

Improved Grapple

Interpose

Luck 2

Power Attack

Quick Change

Takedown Attack

Ultimate Save (Toughness)

Powers: 20 + 20 + 28 + 2 + 5 + 9 + 10 = 94PP

Enhanced Constitution 20 [20PP]

Enhanced Strength 20 [20PP]

Entropic Energy Control 10 (20PP Array, Feats: Alternate Power 3, Dynamic Alternate Power 2) [28PP]

Base Dynamic Power: Super-Strength 10 (Lifting STR 84 [Heavy Load: 800 tons]) [20PP]

Alternate Power: Disintegrate 5 (400ft Max Range, Flaws: Action [Full], Feats: Accurate 3 [+6 Attack], Improved Range 3 [1 400ft Range Increment], Drawbacks: Full Power, Lethal) [16PP]

[8 + 8 = 16PP]

Damage 5 (Extras: Linked [Drain], Range [Ranged, 400ft Max Range], Flaws: Action [Full], Feats: Accurate 3 [+6 Attack], Improved Range 3 [1 400ft Range Increment], Drawbacks: Full Power, Lethal) [10PP]

Drain Toughness 5 (Extras: Affects Objects, Linked [Damage], Range [Ranged, 400ft Max Range], Flaws: Action [Full]) [10PP]

Alternate Power: Transform 4 (40ft, 10lbs, Broad to Broad, anything inorganic)  [15PP]

Alternate Power: Snare 10 (100ft) [20PP]

Dynamic Alternate Power: Flight 10 [20PP]

Dynamic Alternate Power: Speed 10 + Quickness 10 [20PP]

Flight 1 [2PP]

Super Senses 5 (Microscopic Vision 3, Analytical 2) [5PP]

Immunity 9 (Life Support) [9PP]

Impervious Toughness 10 (Drawbacks: Power Loss [Daka Crystal]) [9PP]

Drawbacks: (-1) + (-7) = -8PP

Vulnerability (Daka Crystal, Frequency: Uncommon, Intensity: Minor [+1 DC]) [-1PP]

Weakness (Daka Crystal, Frequency: Uncommon, Intensity: Major [Cumulative -1 to all Abilities, 1/round) [-7PP]

Abilities (18) + Combat (28) + Saving Throws (11) + Skills (8) + Feats (10) + Powers (94) - Drawbacks (8) = 161/164 Power Points

"He's not ready." Simply said Saboteur, still observing the camp as Cho came back after talking with Felipe. "He's even less trained than you are. And clearly even less ready to face Molienda again."

"I know he's not but what are we going to do about it? We need all the help he can get plus...well I guess it would be wrong to not give him a chance at payback."

"True, but I'm simply saying that if anything goes wrong in all this, he's the most likely to completely snap."

"We gotta work with what we have, right?"

"Unfortunately so. We'll have to minimize the risks of it going wrong. So, I take it you've taken the last steps in preparing your plan."

"Yup!" Cho said, adjusting her new makeshift armor. Using spare costume parts and scavenged material, she had made a white and blue costume decorated with snow iconography. A metal helmet connected by (useless) tubes would complete the imagery of some armored ice-user.

"Can you fake it long enough?"

"Probably. It's not usually how I use my powers...but...I guess..."

"You guess?"

"Yeah, a bit. Don't worry, I got this. Clay? You know what to do, right?"

The telepath floated toward the two. 'Correct. I know what I am instructed to do and will follow with the plan.'

http://orokos.com/roll/276935

1d20+10: 21 [1d20=11]

Spending the HP just gained to improve my roll!

http://orokos.com/roll/276936

1d20: 16 [1d20=16]

Guatemala

July 20th

"Okay." Cho said, lowering the binoculars. "Yep, Molienda's in the camp, so I guess that whole plan wasn't for nothing. But, yeah as expected he's not alone. I see three or four guys in there who look like they're in charge too. What do you think?"

Saboteur observed the scene with his cybernetic. "Likely the other mercenaries."

"Mmmmh. So, anything to add to the plan?"

"We need to strike when they are a sufficient distance from Molienda. Or rather a sufficient distance from each others. You and Clay take on Molienda. We split in group for the rest and hope we can take them down quickly enough to assist each others."

"What about the new kid? Hrm. I don't think he can take this." Bestia said, gesturing at their newest addition, Felipe, who was sitting further away from the others, looking exceedingly nervous. Upon hearing this comment, Cho got up to see the newcomer. Unlike the others, he had no costume. Just some makeshift body armor scavenged up quickly to protect him from stray bullets should his powers fail him.

"Hey. Something's wrong?" She asked, crouching to get on his level.

"I'm scared. You think everything be okay?" His english wasn't perfect, but at least they could understand him.

"Yeah sure, everything's going to be fine!"

"You sure?"

"Um..." Cho's expression changed to one heavily wracked with worry and uncertainty. "Yeah, uh, no. It's probably going to be messy and terrifying but you know what? I'd rather be honest with you. Yes, that stuff can get really terrifying and yes it can and often will go horribly wrong. But you know what else? That's no reason not to do it."

"You're not so good with pep talk."

"Y-yeah I'm...really not all that good with it, no. Just keep making these walls of light and hopefully you'll be safe from the bullets. Just do it defensively, okay? Stick with your partner, let them handle the brunt of the battle and just focus on keep you and your partner safe. A-at least I think that's what's going to work."

"So you're not sure your plan work."

"L-like I said I don't want to lie."

"You not very good at hero thing?"

Cho shook her head in dissapointment. Toward herself, that is. "Y-yeah, sorry about that."

"Well, you still young, no? So it's not too bad, you can improve."

"Right..."

"When this is over, I go back with you. Also can you give me english lesson?"

"Why me? I'm sure the others could gi..." She looked at Saboteur. Then Bestia. Then Racer. None of them had english as a first language. Then she turned to Magmatic and Brainclay; neither were from earth. Or rather one was from inside the earth. "Okay yeah, you know what? I'll handle that. No problem."

So, long story short: I have this PL10 slot currently unused and I'm not sure what to even do with it, juggling various ideas. Which is why I'm putting this one here. I have considered playing a 'sidekick' to another active player character. Now ideally it would have to be at least a somewhat experienced character and, of course, would require another player on board and willing to go along with the idea. So I'm leaving the offer open.

Aaaaactually, I'm going to spend a Hero Point on the first one.

http://orokos.com/roll/276050

1d20: 12 [1d20=12]

http://orokos.com/roll/276046

1d20+10: 16 [1d20=6]

http://orokos.com/roll/276047

1d20+10: 23 [1d20=13]

Presumably, Kharag suffers a penalty given the first roll meaning both fail. Why is my luck with Toughness so bad?

WYRM HQ, Midtown

Later that day...

"I don't understand." Racer said, as she rummaged through the gear of the WYRM, trying to find anything that might be added to Cho's makeshift costume. "Why not simply alter your suit to make a new design?"

"Because I don't think I can easy tweak it. Beside, I'm trying to make something that looks like armor. I'm really trying to trick Molienda, make him think I'm some guy in an armored suit. Well, I won't be able to fake a real robotic suit but I can definately make it look armored." She replied, while searching the other side of the room, tossing things around in hope of finding something that wouldn't look too horrible and would fit her. "I've sent Abys'al to the scrapyard, hopefully she'll get some metal to finish it. I mean inbetween the two of us, we should be able to mold it into makeshift armor."

"How long do you believe he will buy your trick?"

"Uh, I don't know. Hopefully long enough to trick him!" A few more things went flying. "Huh, well, I guess I can use that as an undersuit. Hmm..."

"So how do you intend to disguise your powers?"

"Um, well I opened a few books, checked stuff about molecules and if it works out I might be able to freeze things. Not something I usually need to do but I guess that's something I might be able to do. So I'll paint this suit white and blue and pretend to be some freezing guy."

The door opened and Magmatic walked in, carrying a large bag. "Scrapmetal! Get your scrapmetal? Who want some metal?"

"Good! Put in the floor, we'll start reshaping it into armor right away! Give me the biggest piece, I'll start with the helmet." She said, as Magmatic handed over a large plate of rusty metal, which Cho proceeded to bend and wrap around her head until it was all covered up.

"Can you even breathe in that?"

"Mmmhmmmppfffmmpff! Mppff pffmmff!" Touching the metal wrapped around her head, Cho's hands began to glow. Soon the glow wrapped itself around the metal, engulfing it into a ball of crackling orange-red energy. Slowly, the metal smoothed itself out and began reshaping, eventually forming into the rough shape of a bucket-like helmet with a slit opening for the eyes. "I'll ask Miles where the rest of the tools are later. Just trying to see if everything fits. So, how does it look?"

"Could be better."

"Definately doesn't look all that...glamorous."

"It's a first try, okay? Now hand me over more metal so I make a chestplate! Oh and Racer, since you're fast; can you go find me things to add to the suit. Like, I don't know, tubes or something."

Racer Nodded. "Got it." She said, before growing her black exoskeleton and dissapearing in a blurr.