RobRX

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.

WYRM HQ, Midtown July 18th The next day, the WYRM crew gathered up. It seemed, to the older members, that the team was gathering more and more these days and actually working as a team, as it should. Something not everyone was in favor of, as Bestia was missing from the meeting. At the table, Cho was busy scribbling down ideas on paper. Once Racer arrived, the last one to since Bestia had off-handedly said she 'might not be there', she spoke up: "Okay so, basically what I'm trying to think up is a plan so we can take down Molienda and the rest of his team. I intend to fight Molienda, well maybe not all by myself but he's definately going down. Any ideas? Saboteur, maybe?" "Traps. Stealth. Using the terrain to our advantage. All the basics." He simply said, looking down at the sheet of paper, not sure if it was worth putting something so obvious down. "Do we even know what the rest of his team are capable? None of us encountered them." "Either way, Molienda's pretty strong! And he knows who we are and what we do." "This does reduce the element of surprise." "Oh! Oh! Wait, I...I think I got an idea!" Cho suddenly shouted as she started to frantically write it down on the paper. "Okay, look it's not exactly the best idea but....but what if, well, Molienda doesn't know how many of us there is. As in, he doesn't know how many of us there are in the team total. There could be reserve members. So what if, I'm not sure how, one of us figured a way to fake being another team member while the person being faked disguised itself as someone else!" "Go on, explain. Preferably making a bit more sense." "All we need is one of us to somehow pretend to be someone else on the team. So first off how do we do that?" She asked, looking around at each and every single on of them at the table. Brainclay turned their head and looked at Cho. 'A mental projection. It can fool the senses but not machinery, which is irrelevant in this context. I could project the appearance of any one of you unto myself.' "Then I put on another costume, preferably one that covers me up all the way and I pretend to be someone. With different powers, too." 'And how would you accomplish that?' Asked the telepath, still staring at her. "Well I could fake having some suit that gives me powers. Plus maybe I could see if I can't pull some trick that people wouldn't expect me being able to do." "Interresting. If somewhat unoptimal. I suppose it could fool Molienda long enough to get a few good hits in and even the playing field." "Come on, it will be fun!" Miles squinted at her with his organic eye. "Fun. Fun, really? You almost got yourself killed and you think this is some kind of game?" "So what if I find this fun? What's wrong with liking what I do? It's certainly better than always being gloomy and going on and on about the weight on the shoulders and responsability and yaddi yadda! I take what I can get out of this, you know? Some days I get beaten to a bloody pulp trying to save someone and some days I get to see real, living dinosaurs. What's wrong with trying to find some pleasure in what you do, especially if it's a way of life that will probably get you killed!" Cho stopped, breathing in. "Sorry, I know, that's probably all wrong." "I disagree with this statement but the plan in itself is not bad. Far from the best plan, but we can proceed with that." Racer Konchu nodded. "I will see if we have something we can use as a spare costume."

And added. Still working on this btw.

WYRM HQ, Midtown Later that day... "Understand I'm glad you are becoming more motivated, but I question your newfound resolve. It sound like you're trying too hard to prove yourself. You might understand your powers better but you haven't mastered them. Beside, raw power is far from the only thing which can determine the outcome of a battle; there is skill, training and focus." Saboteur tried to explain to Cho, who had gotten up and resumed her use of the training room, despite her injuries not being fully healed. "You want me to get serious and now I am getting serious, Miles." Cho said, while trying to lift the immensely heavy weights. Miles understood, but still tried to explain his point since it seemed Cho had missed it: "Suicide by overextension was never my goal. If you push yourself too much, we don't know what might happen. Especially if you overuse that healing trick you did." "So. Does that mean you care, now?" She asked. "Yes and no. I do care for the well being of those on the team but no, it is not a sentimental thing." He explained. "Okay good to know." She simply said. He nodded at her, before preparing to leave. "Still, for what it's worth I'll consider everything that hapenned so far a decent start." Miles said, something which somehow felt a bit odd and out of place coming from him, given his cynicism and dislike of Cho's recklessness and idealism. "You think so? Or a-are you lying?" "Fifty fifty." He stated, admitting the previous statement was half a lie. "But I figured some encouragement would make you feel better, improve your mood as well as teamwork." "....Ah." Was the only thing Cho could say on the matter. "Still, keep yourself healthy and alive. It is better for the team."

Kharag scoffed at the sight. "Antibodies. As expected! You earth's champion need not raise a finger. I will handle these abominations myself." Snarling at them, he clenched his fists and ran at them. Leaping into the airs, Kharag proceeded to catch the antibody's neck with his legs and using the momentum of the running jump, spinned around in order to complete his running leaping neck snap. Rolling to avoid any antibody claws, he swept the legs of one, making it fall to the ground. Rolling a second time to avoid more antibodies, he lept back on his feet, kicked the prone antibody back up, before finishing it off with by applying his foot to it's head.

Moving closer and taking 10 to hit for a total of 20. DC 25 toughness to resist. If one is down, using Takedown attack.

WYRM HQ, Midtown July 17th "His name was Molienda. Or the 'Grinder' if you preffer the translated version." Explained Saboteur, in a debriefing of sort, with Cho sitting nearby, in cast and bandages. "From what I managed to gather about him, he's a genetically modified former terrorist-turned-super thug-for-hire. He has a habit of kidnapping children with 'special gifts' and breaking them, molding them into weapons. He's an expert fighter in addition to his strength as well as a an expert in torture." "He was a nasty piece of work. Guy was strong. Way stronger than anything I've fought so far." Cho said, speech a bit hard given her injuries. Injuries which would heal fast, fortunately. "We should have made sure he was dead." Bestia commented. "The whole place was collapsing, I almost had to dig us out of there." The magmin replied. "In any case, we've disrupted their activities in Guatemala. I'm going to make a guess and say their affiliation with OVERTHROW was incorrect. These troops were too poorly trained." Continued Saboteur. "M-maybe they were just loosely affiliated. Meant to be goons. Meatshields. Diversion. Expendable troops." She replied, unsure if her guess was correct, given her lack of experience and knowledge on the subject matter. Saboteur nodded. "That is indeed a possibility." "So when are we going back to finish the job?!" She shouted, eager to get this wrapped up as soon as possible. "I am not sure." He simply said. "What do you mean, you're not sure?! We know there's more of them back in Guatemala. We know they're up to no good so why aren't we going back?" "Maybe. In time. First we need you to recover." Explained Saboteur, looking grim and serious yet again. "Okay then, how about I try to heal right here, right now!" Declared Cho, suddenly struck with yet another completely crazy idea. "That's ridiculous. Even if you could do that, there is simply no way you can do so without overly stressing yourself. Don't be in such a hurry." Orange-red crackles appeared around Cho as she focused her powers inward. They couldn't affect living, organic matter. That much was true, albeit with one single exception; herself. The same process which had enhanced her strength and endurance could be reactivated to help speed her recovery process. Getting up, Cho tore off the cast and bandages. "Aaaaaaaaah...heeeere we go. Much better." She said...only to stumble after taking a few steps. The recovery was far from even remotely complete. She had just accelerated the process for a brief moment. "I just warned you, didn't I? You're risking putting too much stress on your body. We don't know the long-term effects." Said Saboteur, shaking his head as he joined Racer in putting Cho back on her feet. "You're getting ahead of yourself. You're even getting arrogant and overconfident because you're starting to finally understand your powers. Unfortunately you will also have to learn you have limits like anybody else."

Slowly, Cho came back to her senses. "Hnnngg, gah...where am I?" She asked, speech slow and painful. Her eyes flickered at the bright light she was seeing. "Outside the base. They've lost out trail." Saboteur explained, while tending to her wounds. The teenage girl winced in pain: "Feels like I've been squished into a pancake." "You have a certain knack for getting yourself horribly beaten and somehow surviving." Saboteur replied back to her. "Hnngg. It...gnnn...come with the name." She said, trying to smile at him. Saboteur inquired, while washing Cho's face. "That was one reckless trick. Bestia told me and the boy confirmed. Even more impressive from such a poor speaker like you. How did you know it would work." "Huh? Um...uh..." For a moment, Cho hesitated between telling the truth and making things up to look cool, eventually settling for the former purely out of principles. "I...I-I uh...no idea. I had no idea it would work, I thought it wouldn't even work, to be honest. Yep, it was a completely crazy gamble, I was seconds away from probably soiling my costume." "You let yourself be reduced to a punching bag. Why?" Asked Racer. "Because I took a risk. If...If he really was a good person, then he'd get the message. I wanted him to see who was the bad guy in that. So I didn't lift a finger. If I tried to use force, well he might get angry at me. To be honest I still had enough juice to splatter him into a wall, even if the big red jerk had softened me up quite a bit." She winced in pain once again. "Hnng. That guy was something. Really out of my league. Is he dead?" "Sadly no. While fighting, the complex began to collapse from collateral damage. He might still be alive under the debris." Said Bestia, sitting nearby. "You are crazy." Saboteur said, shaking his head in dissaproval. "You could have gotten yourself killed. This was a ridiculous stunt which you had no way to know would actually work. The chances were extremely slim; it was nothing but a fluke. It won't work again." "Yeah you're probably right. But I couldn't beat Molienda on my own. He scrapped me pretty hard early in the fight. There was no way I could beat him. Then I saw the kid. I took a chance, that's all. I don't regret anything. Beside, getting beaten up to a bloody pulp is part of the job." Cho explained, even if she knew that it wouldn't really work; Saboteur was dead set on this being a bad thing and he clearly wouldn't budge. "Any way, we're pulling out of this one. Felipe is coming with us, for now." Saboteur said, gesturing at the light-controlling boy, sitting on a rock, visibly still shocked by everything. "Good. Good, that's...t-that's good." Cho muttered, before passing out again.

"Come on, don't be stupid." Cho said at the boy, his arm currently raised at pointed at her face. "He's crazy. He's a psycho, he's just using you!" "I-I have to. I must survive. Destruction is survival..." He wimpered out, reciting what was presumably some mantra driven into his head by his twisted, violent instructor. "O-okay look, don't make me explain what I'm trying to pull off!" She shouted at him, causing him to recoil. Grabbing the boy's hand, Cho put it against her face. "It's simple; you shoot this, I'm probably dead. You don't shoot me and I'm not dead so, um, can you do it or not? Can you shoot my head off?" "I-I-I..." Kept whimpering out the boy. "I'm defenseless. Now I'm asking you, can you do what he's asked you to do? Or are you better than that? D-don't...don't be afraid. A-at least not of me and not of..." Cho looked at the gorilla currently fighting the grisly Molienda. "And not of her. Yeah even if she's pretty scare sometimes. The thing is we're here to help. I'm not him. And you're not him either. I know you're hesitating, I know you don't want to do that. Whatever he's done to you, you can put into the past. You CAN take him down. You CAN because you're stronger than me. All you need to do is take what looks like one impossible step! Then you're free to see the world, the sky, the mountains, the forests and all manners of crazy things. We can show you a happy, beautiful world...well, sometimes. All he offer you is murder. S-so please, help me." Screaming, venting his anger, the boy turned to Molienda and fired beams of light at his face. This combined with Bestia's feral onslaught, started to cause him some actual harm. "DO IT! Come on, do it!" Cho cheered him. Roaring, Molienda pushed Bestia off him. Fortunately at the same time arrived Racer and Magmatic on the scene. "So what did I miss?" She asked. "Oh just me getting my butt kicked by fugly over there, finding out he's a psycho who tries to turn kids into killing machines and then having the dumbest plan that I'm still not sure how the hell it even worked out. You might want to go help Bestia and the kid." Explained Cho, giving the magmin a very quick rundown of the situation. "Also. Ow, My everything." "YOU DIRTY LITTLE BRAT!" Roared the monstrous bruiser as he lumbered toward his former pupil, half-blind by the light show. His punches were fast, leaving Cho only a slight margin to react as she lept, tossing the kid out of the way, taking the blow for him. The massive fist connected to her face and she went flying, hitting a wall and falling to the ground, limp. With one last drop of energy, she raised a thumbs up at the boy, before falling unconscious.

"I'm sorry. I have to." Simply said the boy, walking up to Cho. He looked a bit younger than her and somewhat weak and malnourished. However it didn't take long for her to get that he wasn't some ordinary malnourished kid. Getting struck by a beam of light quickly proved her that the initial assertion was wrong. "Oof, okay that one hurt." She simply said, before standing up, albeit with great difficulty. "Still trying to stand, I see." Molienda said, leaning against a wall, just enjoying the spectacle as hell was breaking loose in the underground base. "Y-yeah, I'm kinda stubborn like that. Okay, round two." Cho said, wiping off her lips. "But, see, jerkface. I'm going to...um...I'm going to win this one without even lifting a finger on this kid!" Cho declared, boldly. In her mind, she knew this was a completely and utterly ridiculous plan with little to no chance of sucess. It mostly relied on how far gone or not the kid was. "Brave words, but foolish. Still, it entertain me greatly!" Said the monstrous mountain of muscles. "Oh yeah? Well, I got nothing to lose here, since I can't beat you!" She replied, trying to grin while secretly mere seconds away from collapsing from fear. "Hurt her." He simply said to the kid, who proceeded to fire another blast at Cho, who stood there, taking the blow. "Again. She is bad. But once we break her, we can make her a good kid, like you." "If I wanted to hurt you, I would have already. I wou-" Cho's speech was cut short as she took another beam of light. "Light controller, right?" She said, trying to guess the kid's powers. "Whatever he's done to you was....um, well I'm going to guess horrible. But it doesn't need to be like that. You're strong, you can easily beat me." "Well, at least she's honest." Commented Molienda. "What do you gain, hurting me? Killing me?" Cho added, between taking lasers to the face. "If you strike me down, there's no going back for you, you know? Least not easily, anyway. I-I know you're a good person. Okay well no, it's a guess. But I think my guess is right. If you weren't a good person, he wouldn't have needed to hurt you to make you obey! That mean you don't want to do what he order you!" Then she collapsed on one knee. "You know what? I-It's your call. You can kill me here and n-now. Just remember I didn't even lift a finger to stop you." The deformed man grinned: "That's it, girl? That wasn't all that good. Maybe if I do spare you, I ought to teach you to express yourself better. So, last offer; you join me or he kills you." "I'm not very good at the whole speech thing but I think I can at least get a message across. Oh, also I kinda rambled on, huh?" The teenage replied at Molienda, before grinning. With a loud, thunderous roar, a white gorilla lept at the sadistic monster, tossing him to the ground. "Y-you...shouldn't talk to strangers." She replied, trying to sound witty but only ending up having a coughing fit.

"Once we're in we have make this quick. We form into teams of two. I'm with Clay." Said Saboteur, once again assuming the lead position, which didn't bother Cho one bit; after all, she had said that it less of a leadership thing and more of a trust thing. "I'll keep an eye on the rookie, maybe teach her not to be so soft." Bestia added, teaming up with Cho most certainly not out of goodness of heart. "Then Racer and Magmatic make the last team, got it." Cho added. "Clean sweep. In and out, we trash everyone in our way before they even get a chance to do anything that might put us at a disadvantage." Saboteur explained, before glaring at Cho, the comment clearly aimed at her. "That include prisoners and hostages. If we clean the place quickly, they won't even get the chance to put their likely prisoners in danger." "How likely are we talking about them having prisonners." She asked back. "Very." He simply said, grim as ever. "Okay I got it. Come on." She simply said, nodding at Bestia and the two went their own way into the underground base. It didn't take long for the two of them to encounter some heavy and violent resistance. Fortunately for them, these were still ordinary troops. Or so Cho thought, until she found herself knocked against a wall before she could even see what was coming at her. Getting up fromt he rubbles, she opened her eyes ang gasped. In front of her was an enormous, ridiculously muscular man who only barely looked human. His skin was a scabby red and his bald head twisted in a feral rictus. "So! Heard we had some visitors." He said, speaking english in a powerful, growling voice. "I-I take it you're one of...t-those super-mercenaries?" She asked, brushing the debris off her suit, looking up at the man. Unfortunately, her fear was noticeable in her voice as she ended up stuttering. Cho was far from small, but he made her look positively tiny and waifish by comparison, being easily twice as large as her. "Yeah. So, who are you? No really, I want to know." He said, strangely polite and calm as the chaos raged nearby, Cho having been tackled across multiple walls and separated from Bestia. And strangely articulate, as one would expect a much dimmer intellect given his monstrous appearance. "I'm..." Cho swallowed a bit. "I'm Rampart." She said, trying to sound as calm as possible. Then she noticed the hands. They were red. Well, far redder than his skin. Covered in blood. And that clearly wasn't his blood, which meant... "Hreeh hree, sorry. Never heard of you." He grinned, showing a mouth full of long jagged teeth. "And you know what else, little girl?" "N-no?" Cho said, starting to sweat. "YOU SHOULDN'T TALK TO STRANGERS!" Roared the man as he charged her, punching her in the stomach at full force, creating a shockwave. Immediately, she collapsed, unable to breathe. "What a joke. You're such a rookie. I could see it in how you moved. You were scared of me, weren't you?" With his immense and calloused red hand, he pinned her to a wall, choking her. "I know what you were thinking. You thought you had to talk to me. Your little routine was just to calm your fear, wasn't it? I know you were overcome with fear. Don't worry, sweetie, that's normal. Means you're sane. But it also mean you're just a little girl thinking she's tought just because she's got powers. You think you're the first superpowered brat I see? Don't be stupid. I've already grinded dozens stronger than you into a bloody paste." He kept squeezing and squeezing. "But don't worry, I'm a good teacher." And then Cho found herself thrown across the room yet again. On the good side, she could breathe again. "Y-you're talking too much..." She wheezed out. "Oh I know I talk a lot, but teaching is my passion." He said, lumbering toward her. Screaming in rage, Cho fired off everything she had at the monstrous man's face, engulfing him in a stream of orange-red crackles. As the smoke cleared, he simply grinned, his face only showing some burns. "Oh, now I want you ever more." He said, grabbing her by the hair. "F-for what?!" She screamed, spitting at his face. "I got this thing for kids. They make good students. First I break them." Grabbing her, he proceeded to headbutt her, breaking her nose. "Then I teach them. Isn't that right...kid?" The monstrous man asked at someone outside of Cho's vision. "Yes. Teacher Molienda." Said a voice, sounding completely broken inside, speaking with a thick spanish accent, much thicker than the red man. "Good. Now here's my new lesson; I want you to break her. Now do it!" Roared Molienda.

Amongst the chaos of gunfire, grenades and rocket flying, Cho has her very first experience of battlefield hell. She had dealt with armed criminals before, but nothing able to bring down such a punishing amount of firepower. Add in the yelling and what she presumed to be lot of cursing and the overall experience was rather horrific. And messy. Very messy. It was still unclear if these were members of OVERTHROW or not, but they weren't playing with the kid's gloves. Saboteur had indeed been right on the matter. If not for the fact her body was more or less impervious to bullets, Cho would have been dead five times over considering the amount of shots she took. Still, living up to her new name, Rampart, she had spearheaded the attack on the mercenaries (or was it terrorists, this whole thing was strangely confusing and unclear), drawing fire to herself. The (somewhat comparatively) brightly colored costume helped somewhat. Cornered against the wall, one of the violent psychopath unloaded his entire clip at Rampart in a fit of panic. Grabbing the weapon, the teenager squeezed it into a useless lump of metal before throwing it away. "Okay down you go, now." She said, slapping the side of his head, knocking him unconscious. Taking a moment to breathe, she looked around and saw the carnage, including Bestia chasing off after one of them, while in the shape of a feral-looking white gorilla. Grabbing the man, she tossed him away and he flew away into the forest, screaming. "Whoa whoa whoa! What the HELL?!" Cho shouted, appearing right next to Bestia. "Did you just throw that guy away like a ragdoll?!" The monstrous gorilla shrank down and morphed back to a human shape. "Hrg. Yeah, so?" "Well that guy didn't have any powers! Least not any I noticed. None of these guys had and you just THREW HIM! Like a softball!" "...So?" Bestia replied, not getting the point. "He might be DEAD! You don't...y-you don't use excessive force like that!" Cho yelled. "He's scum, does it matter? Beside, I didn't throw him too hard. He'll live." She simply said, looking in the general direction. "Yep, he's alive. Just a bit going to hurt all over." "Seriously, what the hell?" Repeated Cho. "These aren't good people, Cho. You've seen how they attacked us. They are savage. Violent. Remorseless. They probably raid entire villages. Extort entire populace. They are not good. Teach them pain, they will learn." She said, with her growling voice. "But we don't know that and we...we..." She tried to justify herself, but it was hard given the presumed identity of these people. "Don't go soft on psychos. They might exploit that softness."

Yes, Cho is getting yet another overhaul. Using my bronze reward, hence the rollover points (11 pp) Currently trying to figure out if the maths are right. -I'm not sure if I calculated the Dynamic AP correctly -Still need to fix the maths on the desintegrate -Need to finish calculate (or in some cases recalculate) carrying, speed, grapple, knockback...that sort of stuff. -It's probably all wrong! Sorry... Player Name: RobRX Character Name: Rampart Power Level: 10 (161/161PP) Trade-Offs: -2 Attack / +2 Damage (Melee), +4 Attack / -4 Damage (Ranged), -4 Defense / +4 Toughness Unspent Power Points: 0 Progress To Silver Status: 35/60 Abilities: 4 + 4 + 4 + 4 + 2 + 0 = 18PP Strength: 34/14 (+12/+2), 84/34/14 Lifting (Heavy Load: ??? tons / ??? lbs. / ??? 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 5) [28PP] Base Dynamic Power: Super-Strength 10 (Lifting STR 62 [Heavy Load: ??? 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) = 161/161 Power Points

GM The magistrate, a lumpy-looking Lor, nodded at Aya. "Welcome to Ja-Gorr. And yes, we've found something. When we were excavating the badlands, looking for ressources underground, we uncovered several artifacts of unknown origin. Most of them were damaged beyond repair but our recent scans have exposed several large, apparently still-functionnal devices. They appear to be environment-altering devices. I had to notify the Overwatch Patrol." The inside of his office was rather bare, safe for a few personnal posessions and some old broken metallic devices. Presumably some of the excavated ones, those damaged beyond repair. "Yes." He said, noting her observing the device. "This is one of the small ones but we aren't sure if these were complete devices on their own or stray parts." "I will get to the meat of the problem now; the Za'akis in orbits claim these devices belong to them. That Ja-Gorr was apparently a Za'akis outpost in their so-called 'golden age', over a thousand years ago." The lumpy man sighed, visibly stressed by the presence and request of these aggressive aliens.. "As you might imagine, they are very keen on obtaining these devices. Of course they haven't attacked the colony and I am glad about that but they simply refuse to take no for an answer. According to their official representative they claim they need this device to 'save their empire' or some such. Not that they've had any empire in a long time, to my knowledge."

Guatemala July 15th "Allright so, if I got this right, what we're dealing with here are super-mercenaries? Superpowered criminals-for-hire?" Cho asked, just to be sure if she had understood everything right. In fact she had, but by nature felt like asking anyway because she thought she might have understood it wrong. "Correct. At least, it's what the intel says. Some say they might have some association with OVERTHROW." "Where have I heard that name be- aw crap..." Cho said, realizing what OVERTHROW was, having heard about it both on the news and sometimes aroud Claremont. "There's nothing certain, as this doesn't really fit how OVERTHROW operate. They're terrorists, Rampart. Of the worst possible kind. Forget about 'supervillains' with silly motif and gimmicks. If these people have any ties to the kind of circles OVERTHROW operates in this will be get ugly fast." He readied his high-tech sniper rifle. "Which is why I have this." "Yeah, about that; are you sure you wouldn't want a laser gun? Or a bow? Does it really need to fire live bullets?" She asked, not very keen on the idea of having someone toting around some heavy firepower, something that could easily kill someone. "You fire entropic energy from your hands, which can destroy the atoms in someone's body. You are in no position to judge if my tools are too lethal." He replied to her. He didn't feel like having that argument right now. "You know, having someone who can turn into an animal is pretty cool when it come to scouting." She pointed out, referencing to Bestia Diabo's ability to turn into all manners of beasts. A very handy abiity if you're in the wild, especially if you need someone to scout ahead. "It is useful." Racer added, barely audible, as usual. As if on cue, a large monstrous-looking bird landed near the group before transforming back into the form of the Angolan revolutionary, Bestia Diabo. "So what's it like out there?" Asked Cho. Her way of asking for a report, even if highly informal. "It's a big camp. Hidden by the trees mostly. There are a lot of guards outside and it seem to continue underground. Expect heavy resistance, which is fine by me! I wouldn't like it any other way!" The teenage former(?) revolutionary grinned at the prospect of inflicting massive carnage on the camp. "Oh and the ones outside are only armed with normal weapons. Rifles. Rocket launchers." "Right, okay. Guess I'll take the lead then. Turn myself into a bullet sponge! Well, I mean it's not like they can harm me. Bestia? Racer? I think the three of us can charge into the place and take down the outside guards without any problem." It seemed to her like a decent plan, anyway. Sending in the three 'big guns' to storm the place. Taking down the guards without exposing anyone more vulnerable to bullets. "Magmatic and Clay can cover our back. I'll be keeping in touch, in case you need some assistance. Tactical or otherwise." He paused, remembering that Cho said 'no ranks, just friends advising each others'. "That works for you?" Cho sent the question right back at him: "I dunno. Works for you?" Saboteur nodded. "Yes." "Okay then! We got a plan! Let's move!"

WYRM HQ, Midtown Later that day... "What am I even doing?" Moped Cho, sitting on a couch. "Can't talk to Miles without being a total bi*** and now I'm having freakouts talking with 'Clay. Yeah sure, that's real good for the relationships. Sure Cho, forget he's a weird telepathic alien and doesn't understand manners. Get all spooked out. Yeah, totally not hurting it's feelings. Wait do they even have feelings? For all I know they're from a species with no emotion. " She continued to talk, rambling to herself, alone. "What DO I know about aliens, anyway? Nothing! Aaagh!" Frustrated she started to pull at the uneven strands of her hair. "I can't have their trust and respect if I keep screwing this up! I can't make this team work if I can't deal with them. Things can't work like that, we can't have teamwork if I keep pissing them off! Wait! That's it!" The teenager stood up, struck with an idea. "I just...I just need to take things in my own hands. If I want something done I'll have to go down there and get it done myself!" She fist pumped. -- July 13th "We're going to patrol as a team? That's new." Saboteur noted. "Grrrrhh, so you're actually taking control of the team?" Added Bestia, looking pissed. Meaning look like her usual self. "N-not really. L-look, you got the whole idea wrong. I'm not here to rule the team with an iront fist. Look there is no hiearchy to the team because something like that is useless in a situation like ours. We're not like the military or the police. It's more...like...um..." Tried to explain the teenager, unsure how. The idea made perfect sense in her head but she couldn't find the exact terms to explain it to the WYRM members. The crystalline magmin spoke up: "Like what, Cho?" "It would have to be something born out of trust, you know?" She tried to explain again. "Look I'm not here to boss people is what I'm saying." "And yet that would partially defy the purpose of a leader. But no matter, we will try what you are proposing." "R-really? Well...I guess that was easier than I expected." Cho exhaled in relief. -- WYRM HQ, Midtown, Secret Room Later that day... "Saboteur's report, July Thirteenth. Everything is proceeding exactly as planned. Currently, both options to our plan remain entirely valid. Cho has accepted to lead the team in spite of earlier conflicts with team members. I firmly believe it is entirely possible to turn her loyal to our cause and instill in her the problem values and qualities required to do so. Should this fail, she's perfect for the initial plan. This is a scenario we cannot lose. Everything is falling perfectly into place." The young man paused and passed a hand on his face. "Sweat." He simply stated, as if surprised at how much he was sweating and was nervous making this report. But why? Everything was falling into place, just as he'd said. Either Cho would join them, becoming their most powerful pawn or she'd be framed and used to shatter the public's trust. So why the sudden nervosity? "Pause report. Is there something in the plan which could go wrong? Everything is how it should be. Why am I so worried? Resume report: We'll be soon taking the field as a team." He stood up from his chair and prepared to leave. "End Saboteur's report."

WYRM HQ, Midtown July 12th 2014 The sound of something hard hitting metal. Again. And again. Repeatedly. Cho's fist when crashing against her 'punching bag', a large lump of metal suspended by heavy chains. And the process repeated itself, despite how painful it might feel and despite the state of her arm, still feeling a bit sore from having sharp blades cut right into it. "Hyaaaaaargh!" Cho roared and screamed, punching one last time into the metal hunk. This time the impact caving it in so hard ot nearly shattered in half and went flying across the training room. 'I was under the impression you were supposed to rest and recover.' Brainclay 'said', while slowly floating toward her. Crouched over the hunk of metal, Cho was currently in the process of molding it back into shape. At least roughly, anyway. But it was a punching bag after all, not a work of art. "I'll be fine. I told you, if I want to lead the team I need to feel like I'm to shape. Physical. Mental and uh...um I forget the third one but you get what I mean." 'You still feel the need to test your powers, don't you?' "Yeah. And when the powers are tested and trained, when I know how much I can do, I'll focus on the tactic part!" The banging sounds continued as she kept punching the metal slab. "Not...really sure where to start but I'll figure something! I dunno, Sun Tzu or something. Then maybe I can start spouting some ancient asian philosophy and be all stereotypical and start calling people 'grasshopper'!" Silence. 'I am uncertain of the meaning of your sentence.' replied Brainclay. "I-it's...it's a joke. A bad one. Because my dad was, okay look n-nevermind. Beside I just mixed up Sun Tzu and Confucius so don't tell the others, it's a little embarassing." She said, trying to stop embarassing herself. 'Perhaps you can explain.' Brainclay asked. "Jokes. You do have jokes in space, right? Space jokes about space or something. No?" 'No?' He replied, still unsure, as the only answers could be found inside Cho's head and he had been told to avoid prying in there for now or else she might notice and become suspicious. "Oh my god this is gonna take a while, isn't it." Cho said, covering her face with her hands. "I-I thought you were smart, 'clay. Like somekind of genius intellect with super brain powers. But apparently! Apparently you don't know jokes or you don't have those in space." 'I am smart. More than you by a significant margin. I simply do not understand where your sentences are going. They are poorly structured.' The alien said, locking it's gaze with her, making Cho take a few step backs, albeit solely by reflexes. Brainclay had a rather unnerving effect around people. "L-look I'm just...I'm not...I'm not good at speaking, I gotta practice that too. I-I stutter you know. It's not a good thing to stutter and shake out of nervosity when you're telling some psychopath with superpowers to step away from hostages." A few more steps back. 'You still feel fear. Even if your body is almost indestructible, you still are easily filled with fear. Humans are so easily overpowered by that emotion. After all, your mind is not as impenetrable.' Thet continued to say, with a completely even 'tone'. "G-getting a little creepy here, 'Clay!" She shouted at them. 'Ah I see. You are becoming uncomfortable. I suppose it is here I must apologize.' As easily and suddenly as it had began, it stopped. Clay stopped moving toward her by floating as they landed on the ground; the first time Cho had even seen Brainclay do so. 'Human emotions are a complicated thing. One I wish I did not have to deal with.'

"N-no wait, look I'm coming!" Cho said, running after the two. That is to say, catching up to them in mere seconds, arriving right next to the car, with the last few bits of her lunch still stuffed into her mouth. In the crowd a few people showed surprised, having been bumped into by something moving at a rather high speed. No damage done to anyone, however, fortunately. Cho was at least careful enough to avoid hurting people by accident. "Shorry." She said, swallowing the last bits of it. "Okay, I'm good to go!"

http://orokos.com/roll/274214 1d20+10: 16 [1d20=6] Not good.

Cho's arms began to glow, followed by a stream of red and black crackles erupting from them. Extending her hands forward, she fired a beam at the robot called Alloy. The beam struck the machine and stayed on it for a few moments before dying off. Unfortunately the damage proved superficial, if not inexistent. "That was a warning shot. Next one's going to hurt more and I also got these fists so if you don't stop you get to pick how I tear you apart! People are going to get hurt! Stop this!"

Firing disintegration at Alloy. http://orokos.com/roll/274101 1d20+12: 15 [1d20=3]

WYRM HQ, Midtown July 9th 2014 The door to the WYRM HQ went flying as Cho stumbled in, badly wounded. Her left arm was in shamble, badly damaged and her costume had been seriously torn up. "Ugh...hey...could use a little help he-" She soon found herself cut off before she could even finish. "CHO WHAT IS GOING ON?!" Shouted Magmatic, shocked at the sudden arrival. "Hold on, I'll explain. Ugh, ngh...Racer. Medkit. Now." She didn't have to wait long. A black carapace formed around Kiatsu who immadiately dissapeared in a blurr, only to come back quickly, carrying the first aid kit. "T-thanks." "That still doesn't tell us what hapenned." said the Magmin. "Well, I was on patrol. Okay no not really, I was actually doing groceries for my mom but...heh, patrol sounds cooler." She chuckled but then started wincing in pain. "Point is, I was just out of the shop when a bank robbery happened. The good news was that I was right next to it, I stopped it even before the police showed up. Bad news was the guy doing it was a hell of a piece of work. Turns out he could grow diamond blades out of his body and even fire them. Cut me up pretty badly." "I thought you said you ended it before the police showed up. If the fight was quick how did he hurt you so much?" "Uh...threw myself in front of a whole storm of sharp spikes to free hostages. Almost cut my arm off. Don't worry I already took out the spikes that got in my stomach." Using her valid hand, she covered her mouth and coughed blood. "But why come here?" Racer asked. "Why come and get first aid here." "Because she wanted to show off, didn't she." Saboteur said, emerging from the shadows. "She wanted to show us how heroically selfless she could be. Isn't that right, Rampart. Fitting name." 'Enough, Saboteur.' Echoed the telepathic voice of Brainclay, who slowly floated toward the group. 'You should be using your medical expertise to help treat her wound. At least, I am under the impression that is what should be done in the current moment.' "What hapenned here?!" Said a booming voice: Bestia Diabo. "Cho is injured, we're treating her wounds." He explained to her. It was a rare moment, where Bestia even showed her face to the rest of the group outside of missions. "I-I...I just wanted to show I trusted all of you. Yeah, even you, Miles. Hnngg...aaah..." As she talked, saboteur extracted the razor-sharp shard embedded into her bones. "So. You say you trust me." He said, still operating on her arm. "Yeah, even if we disagree. Even if I almost feel like I hate you. But I can't allow myself to hate you for those reasons. You and the others got me to be part of the team and we'll stick being a team. Or...um...uh well at least we'll try, right? Hgn. Aah. Ow. Ow ow ow..." Saboteur grunted at his work being made harder than necessary. "Can you stop moving, I'm trying to remove the shards before the wound close and we need to seek assistance to cut you open." "Hmpf. Thanks for ignoring my attempt at apologizing. Oh what the hell, I'll say it; I'm sorry. But I still disagree. Doesn't mean I think you're wrong necessarily..."

"I'm not the one with a malfunction. You are." Simply replied back Saboteur. "...What? What!? I'm the one with the malfunction? No way!" Angrily shouted back Cho. "You're the one with something crammed right up your butt! Probably your sniper rifle!" "This is exactly what I mean; you are impulsive. You do everything out of raw emotions. Gut feeling." Miles said, explaining to Cho how she basically acted. Or at least how he saw it, at any rate. "So?!" Saboteur walked up to her until they were face to face. Or at least close enough, given the height difference. In this case Cho being the taller one. "Let me ask you this; how much training did you receive?" "A bit, look I'm still learning!" She barked down at him, getting more and more pissed by the seconds. "My point exactly; you're not trained." Saboteur stated. "You're a civillian. Who just randomly woke up one day with enough firepower in your right hand to destroy everything around you. So you have those powers. And then you decide that it's your responsability to use them to punish evil. But do you know how to use them? Of course you don't. Then let's say you find yourself in a situation where you are depowered; do you know how to fight? Or how about this; do you have any knowledge of tactics? Do you know how to disarm a bomb? How to pilot a plane?" He continued to look at her, not even flinching, not even scared even if she could toss him across the room with one arm or even kill him on the spot if she wanted to. Even if that wouldn't happen. But still the fact was Saboteur wasn't even remotely intimidated. "...n-no, I don't know any of those things." Cho said, weakly, looking away. "Exactly. You're unskilled and unstable." Cho clenched her fists, holding back a build up on energy. Holding back the urge to get ticked off and vent it all out. "You know, you're not really making much sense right now! First you try to get me on this team and say you want me to lead it, but then you start saying I don't know jacksh**! MAKE UP YOUR MIND!" "Maybe you shouldn't have provoked me." Explained Saboteur, tone still even and cold. "YOU started it!" She growled. "Did I?" Asked back Saboteur. "I'm pretty sure you did. You taunted me! Saying I did it because I wanted people's attention and respect! I don't do it for that! Hell I'd keep doing it even if the whole world hated me because I...stick...to what I believe in." The young man squinted with his only eye. "Those are bold words. I'll keep you accountable to them." "Yeah. I intend you to." She said, turning her back to him and leaving the room.

"Well no matter, I will assist. One last time." Kharag said, clearly still annoyed by the whole situation. It bruised his ego and that was never a good thing, especially pretending to fake weakness. He had sank to that level a few times and it felt dirty and shameful every single time. Especially in front of others. "But I'd rather not pretend being bound. It is a humiliating position. If we are to sink low and trick them, then let me alter their minds. They are weak-willed fools, I can easily slip in and control one of them to assist this prisoner transfer routine."