Various locations wherein people meet and talk, but never fight. The current location is:

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Casa Del Sombrero

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Hatter was racing around with a number of Pizzas trying to get things ready. The goal behind getting people to do a briefing outside of others was really because he picked up on a psionic. Shrew had a mental block that was in place and there were only one or two psionic powers that could do that. Being a psionic was a nightmare at times, so much damn paperwork one would assume that you are an accountant for legal firms.

With a screech of wheels, the shiny red dodge Challenger stopped nearby the building, and the blonde bombshell slided out of her vehicle, fetching the tower of pizzas she gots from Luigi's ten minutes ago.

In her unforgettable way, hips swaying with feminity, confidence and power, she knocked or rang at the bell, for this special delivery service, and night out.

Locks shifted and the door opened giving her hand a gentle tug to encourage her to enter. Hatter was in the process of moving a giant white cushion to sit in front of one of his chairs. "Hey Knockout, we may not have a huge amount of time but it's important all the same. Few slices and a debrief."

He made a gesture and took the weight of pizza up, guiding her for the kitchen. "First off, how are you doing? One on one with Shrew looked like a grand old time. Need any patching up real quick? She no doubt will."

He didn't have his helmet on and he looked exactly as one would expect, a scruffy smart guy but and supremely confident in himself. Still in a suit he cut an odd but not off figure. "Names William 'Hatter' Mesmer, by the way."
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She followed him in the kitchen, and put the pizaas onto the central spot, then went to wash her hands.

SHe never wwore a mask herself, as it never stroke her as necessary, been quite remarkable anyway, all blonde, supernaturally pretty, busty and statuesque.

"Brooke. Nice knowing you Bill. And no thanks. SHe was good with her jabs, but my superphyshiology makes it difficult to bruise me for long. So I'm good. And hungry. And thristy. I hope the others won't take too much time, or I don't promise I'll wait for them to eat the pizzas"

Hatter shrugged, "Fortune favors the bold. Part of me thinks they won't show up considering the whole police station thing." He gestured at the pizza. "Dig in. You care for tea or wine? I also have a rainbow of beer and my own brew." He kept more than a few wines on hand and he had enough tea to stay up for a week.

"In all honesty the important one was you. When I mind controlled Shrew I found a clear sign she had a block that was placed there by a psionic. She won't tell them about her team." He pulled out a big fat bottle of hot sauce for his own pizza. "I didn't see a psy in their group, but even then I am invisible to mentalist detection so it's not far fetched they have the same."

"When you had been captured, did you see anyone who was being quiet? Missing any patches of memory or something get fuzzy?"
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"I'll go for red wine." she replied with a cheerful smile. She opened a pizza box, and grabbed one part to munch, obviously with a good appetite.

"I don't remember much. I just got ambushed in an undergound parking, and somehow gazed so I felt unconscious quickly. So yes, everything got fuzzy, but I doubt that can be helpful. You're the expert in minds, so if you belive some mentalist is hidding, well, we should be cautious."

There are few twenty-four hour pizza joints in town, but Knockout knows them. Otherwise she wouldn't have been able to show up at two am with a couple of pies. The Crushers had attacked Manning Enterprises at midnight, and clean up took some time.
Also, there is no evidence that Knockout was mentally manipulated.
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William set out a glass for her and poured. A newer wine from the samurai girl branch. "I am about as sure of it as someone picking bullets out of a vest saying there was a fire fight."

"Hawk is the only other one who had been exposed for any length of time worth noting. There is drifter bit he's a whole bag of cats I don't care to mind scan. Anyone that deep in fiction is likely to have a unique brain." he rubbed his chin. "I'll see about a passive scan for the others. If you'll consent I'll alert you to and highlight and holes or blocks you may have. Nothing invasive."

"I can't remove blocks, my skills are more in mind reading and cellular augmentation through removing mental blocks. I can, however, help you get through them."

"Up for it? Kinda have to have consent being a card carrying psy. They make me have wavers to do anything fun, but simple checkups are a verbal consent thing."

Ooc: yea, was running on the fact she was alone in their grip for an extended period. At this point it's safe to assume she was either gassed or mind blasted. I'll include such in any report for a clean bill of mental health.

Her deep blue eyes blinked a bit, all sipping at a glass of wine then, and she listened to the newly met mentalist, pondering.

"I've been known to be quite.. stubborn also, but ok, why not afterall. DO your thing, and don't mind me if I eat more than I should."

He smiled, "Far be it for me to tell a woman with a killer figure as to how she should eat." He pulled a rosary out of his pocket and wrapped it around his wrist as a reminder for himself.

He moved around the counter and placed his hand on the small of her back. Contact wasn't required but it did let people know he started. Half of what he did was more for others sake. "Annddd."

He assumed it was a bad memory so he didn't replay it for her. He was professional and discreet as he went for a mind scan and a swift read. Hatters own mind was like a well ordered presence. Firmly commanding but also gentle as he was fairly skilled.

"Interesting but no real sign of tampering. Likely gassed out, no sign of someone picking through while you had been out. Though that is worth exploring at your leisure."

He smiled at her. "Anything you want me to look over beyond this? Any weapon X type hero back story you want explored?" He didn't want to push so early. Ruin things so quick and knockout could likely do just that to him.

Brooke licked two fingers of the pizza's remaining, showing how tasteful it was, with a wink. She didn't feel anything at first, but would eventually notice him doing something with her mind, as any people would, except if he was skilled and powerful enough to make it invisible.

"I dunno. You're  the epxert. During my time gased out and the moment I woke up.. I dunno if they could have tried to manipulate my mind or.." she stopped, obviously reminding of something that made her embarrassed, but said nothing more. Smiling sly.

Hatter was naturally perfectly invisible to even the most powerful psychic, but for her he made sure she could tell what he was doing. He respected her and wouldn't sneak about in her mind.

"That there is something to explore over time. That's all you dear and it's a chance at growth if not simple enjoyment. If you are Keen on it I'll be going out for dinner next Saturday, you are welcome to join me. A date with you so I can get to know Brooke better than I know knockout."

"Few dates past that and we can explore for more. Who knows how far that could go, order is nice but spontaneity is the thrill."

A delicate eyebrow raised on Knockout face, and she sipped more of her wine, pondering the offer, and smiling low. She wouldn't decide anything now, as she knew too much how her own metabolism and hormones could make her take hasty deicsions.

"Hmm, and what do you do when you don't ask grils out or try to read their mind and memories ? I have not much to hide, I'm afraid. I'm just a casual girl that went to church, with a patriot dad, and that got empowered by accident as a genetic accident somehow. And more important, how did you get involved with the Crusaders and Crushers ?"

Hatter smiled as he removed his hand from the small of her back, To pull a piece of pizza for himself. "Kid for m Wichita Kansas. Came I to the Catholic faith all on my own. Spent some time making a company that 3D prints prosthetic limbs cheaper than they high end stuff."

"Got found out because while I may be super sneaky mentally, there is still a way to pick me up. Went dead emotionally when they turned off my powers."

"Ended up joining as even good guy psys are closely watched. It's good to have reminders to behave." He rattled his Rosary. "It's real tempting to be a bad guy as a pay and that's not who I want to be. I want to be one of the good guys, even though I'm a sinner.

"What are your plans for the future? Crusaders for life or independent later on?"

Eating her piece of pizza with a childish smile, she shrugged her shoulders, as it didn't seem so important to her.

"I am just trying to help. Could be here with Crusaders or elsewhere. I don't make big plans for the future you know. When you do, you usually find alot of people trying to destroy what you build, or steal it. Not all evil are supervillains. I think if world is going one day to be destroyed, it's not by a villain's fault, but by the good people who stares at and do nothing to stop them."

"Inaction is an easy sin." He offered her his hand with a silly bow. "Then I'll ask you to be my reminder to always be a man who answers the call to action." He was enjoying acting silly for once.

She gulped the last remnant of pizza in her hand, and sipped the wine out of her glass, and extend her hands to him then, with a silly smile

"Sure thing ! Why don't you start by pouring me more wine, action man ? Then pick up some music to have a nice tune welcome the other and entertain us while we wait for them."

He took her hands, twirled with her until she ended up in a bridal carry. Physically he was a normal man but as something unseen wrapped around her middle, upper and lower legs, he could clearly handle her.

"They would be here by now if they would be coming. They are not even close, so I'mma guess they are at the police station. While having you all tied up as we dance the night away is tempting, we may need to catch up."

"We are, after all, past time to meet up over there." an extra pizza and a bottle lifted up and trailed behind him. "I'll have to think of all the excuses to have you over."

She laughed. With a crystal clear and genuine way, her perfect perl white teeth enlighting her model angle face.

"Dancing all tied up ? I'd call that wiggle, at best. but maybe that's a concept to launch on YouTube. Anyway, beside the silliness, and the fun we can have, we should also gather up our intel, and try to find out what is going on with the Crushers and the Crusaders. Any thought about it ? "

He did indeed dance with her all bound up from the hips down. A ball room dance of a kind, slow and graceful as he pondered. "I enjoy a good wiggle."

"So far as I can tell they are dancing to the strings of another. I didn't pick up their mentalist so they had likely been off sight. It makes me think they had split plans. Was there any know member not present or was the whole gang generally there?"

"Yes, I guess you're not the only one who does.." she answered mischeviously, after his comment on wiggling. and offered an embarrassed smile, as it obviously reminded her about something.

"I started the investigation with Street Demon, Nighthawk and Good Guy. To me, all the rest of you guys are newcomers..."

He smiled, she seemed more lovely when embarrassed. He even shared that sentiment with her. "Hopefully we will be around a nice long time." he tilted his head side to side. "Good guy is pretty much the only one not on my radar as he was Central the whole time. He never really paused for long doing anything."

"Though that does made me wonder if I should have probe the minds of all the other bad guys over there. Kinda need a warrant for that though."

"Know if they have a head boss or answer to a central figure?"
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Although neither the gleam of headlights nor the sound of a motor indicates the fact, someone arrives and rings the doorbell. When the door is opened, the woman at the door says "Hatter!" and "Knockout!" with great excitement and zips into the room. Her perky, athletic appearance is the kind of counterpoint to Knockout's statuesque beauty that accentuates the latter's good points without losing any of its own strength. The only thing detracting from her appearance is the, somewhat large, backpack she wears (possibly in lieu of a purse, which she does not have).
"Oh, thank goodness for pizza! Flying around burns up so many calories you wouldn't believe it."
Around a large bite, she asks, "So? Where's everyone else?"
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Hatter twisted and lifted Knockout gracefully up in a move straight out of the dirty dancing movie as he let Impulse in at range. He wasn't shy about being seen dancing so silly with Knockout. She was beautiful, witty, and hopefully adventurous.

"Still not here. I think the offer to the police station got the better of the guys. Al well, they can seek the glory and I'll dance with the ladies. Better company anyway." He let Knockout lead if she wanted to keep dancing or stop.

"The goal was to get everyone checked out before heading to the cops as the Shrew had clear and undeniable signs of a mental block put there by a mentalist."

"Knockout has already been given a clean bill of health. Not even a wrinkle in that lovely mind. If you consent I can look for you as well. As a mentalist I cannot give evaluation without clear consent."

"After that, it's a quick debrief. Teas in the kitchen island. Wine on the right, beer in the fridge."

Impulse says, "oh! I guess I was expecting something more formal. I always hated the debrief after the mission. Of course, most of the time I was flying the mail plane, anyway."
"If you want to look around in my mind to see if I've been tampered with, go right ahead. But don't dig too deep, you can't fly much for Uncle Sam without getting SOME classified information, and I never kept track. So if you read something you shouldn't know, just forget about it, ok?"

It is near 4:30am.
Everything is quiet. Googguy hangs out in the living room with a few police officers in plain clothes while a squad car patrols the neighborhood. Doctor Patrovich is probably asleep in the bedroom.

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Hatter, Impulse, and Knockout eat pizza, drink coffee, tea, or whatever while they informally discuss the events of the night.

So it was the night going on. With so sign of fatigue or lassitude from the blonde bombshell. She could just eat pizzas, dance or discuss till the end of the night, and still feel fresh the next morning.

"Well, it seems we are only by ourselves. I thought the whole group would meet to make up a plan for the following investigation."

Hatter toned down the music that was playing in his head... Out loud, and walked over to Impulse. He was smiling ear to ear as he rather enjoyed dancing with Knockout.

"No need to worry, takes time to rolladex a memory. Won't go past twenty four hours. Going to make physical contact now." You knew how to deal with female military personnel. A hand on her shoulder and a feeling like a good scalp scratching and he had already finished a simple mind scan. "Solid bill of health. If you like I'll pull you in on the mind link. Though if you want me to install mental central heat and air that takes a bit."

He smiled. "Either way I think it's getting late. Guest rooms are down the left hall. You're safe and welcome here."

"And you are always welcome in my home." He gave Knockout a mischievous smile.  "I'd say that was one improvised date down. Though I'd still like a formal date I gotta say, you've damn near knocked me out."

Casa Del Sombrero

Apparently, only three people showed up for the informal debriefing. Where Streetdemon went is questionable, but his attitude suggests that he would avoid contact with the police, in any case. Nighthawk has similarly vanished, and Predator may have felt his presence unnecessary as the fight was over when he arrived. Everyone heard Detective Broyko suggesting they show up at the police station in the morning, but where will they go from here?

After a good night of sleep, in sheet that weren't hers, but in a guest room, Brooke woke up and quickly grabbed the sheet to drag herself to the bathroom and shower. Minutes later, wrapped in a towel, she emerged and walked to the kitchen, in order to see what kind of coffee, tea or breakfast even she could grab. her shiny red armor awaiting for her in the guestroom.
She'd be ready to go to the police HQ once armored, and able to drive Hatter and Impulse there if they wanted.

"Morning." Hatter had only managed a few hours sleep. He had to swap power sources on his drones before the new day. "Power bars are left cabinet. Most everything else is in the fridge. Your copy of the camera drone feed is on the coffee table." cereal ranged form granola to count chocula, never know who would stay.

"And how are you this morning?" He was turning around with an itty bitty drone.

Allyson hadn't stayed up long, her habits drifted towards early nights and equally early mornings. By 6:30 she was out jogging the neighborhood. As soon as Hatter appeared conscious, she thanked him for his hospitality and put her flight suit back on. "It would probably be best if we staggered our arrivals, so I'll just head out now if no one minds."
Out the front door, Impulse zips into the sky headed to the rendezvous as the police station.

"I'm great! I slept like a baby. We should hurry for our meeting at the police station. Need a ride ?"

SHe was soon sipping heer coffee in a row, and rushed herself to equip her armor, readying herself for a day of superheroism.

"Good, you're always welcome here." Hatter nodded as he reached over for his mask. "Sure. It will be a rather interesting day today." He made sure to take an umbrella from the closet to complete his look.

Police Safe House

Darryl knocked on the door between 4 and 5 am, hoping to be admitted to talk to Goodguy. At Goodguy's expression, Starre shrugs. "you weren't that hard to find, and a little bird told me about the safehouse. Any chance you can carry me with you when you teleport back to Police HQ? Otherwise, I'll have to start back now to get there on time."
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Police Safe House

Goodguy nodded to Darryl, "I figured as much. At the site, everyone knows who owns the building by the names on the permits. I don't think the police would lie about it, so how well hidden could it be."
"Yeah, I can take you there. Apparently the egghead refuses to 'have his molecules scrambled by that infernal process', so he'll be taking a car. C'mon in and sit, we're taking informal turns at nodding off so someone's always watching."
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At another Time and in another Space Drifter wonders how many paperclips he has used waiting for Kal'El.  Bored of the chain he starts to draft a documentary based on what he knows of the Kents. From the time the meteor landed on their property and including the super dog and super horse of course.  Talk about divergent evolution or the lack thereof.

What would Darryl Starre do if he ever got his hands on it?  Treat it like a sci-fantasy most likely.
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Having seen that the situation at Manning Enterprises has been settled Drifter will try finding where the action currently is.  Easy enough thing to do, just ask a Police Officer if I can get ones attention.  Time to try and Lift a Shop then, that tends to do the trick.  It is just so silly to watch.  Far easier to find the closest one on a street map.

Drifter has been examining the site for about ten minutes when the first one approaches him. The waif couldn't be more than four, and the strident voice crying "ROBBY! WHERE'S ROBBY?" suggest that he's further afield than usual. But that doesn't stop the tyke from looking at Drifter and asking "ahnt yew eh cwusadeh?"
Whatever Drifter's answer would be is drowned by a piercing scream which is quickly followed by even more language homicide as a woman rushes towards the boy mouthing, "plissdoanhermabebbeeplissdoanhermabebbeeplissdoanhermabebbeeplissdoanhermabebbee."
As a crowd begins to form, mostly of fellow autograph seekers asking Drifter to sign their books, t-shirts, and a bicep (there's also a Gray's Gym in the complex), a squad car pulls into the complex. The uniformed officers exit the vehicle and approach Drifter. They explain that Detective Broyko wants them to offer rides to the station for anyone that helped in last night's incident.

In reply to The Great Karnac (msg # 40): Officer

"Oh dear what about this panicked woman.  She seems to think I intend to do her child harm...

Sorry young one.  Bobby but I am not a member of that Crusader group. I am just a simple Drifter.

Miss do calm yourself I am just passing by with no ill-intent towards anyone at all. Indeed I am just trying my best to help.

Officer I am most happy to go with you this situation seems to becoming far too volatile  for good relations.  What is that woman's boggle?

I will happily accompany you Officer even though I hardly was involved in that situation last night.  That been said I must ask if it will take more than an hour to reach the randevu?
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"No, sir. We've been authorized to use the lights and siren, we'll have you there in ten minutes."
Officer Martin opens the car door for Drifter, while the other officer addresses the crowd.

Officer Januchowski addresses the crowd, "No one is in any danger, this man is considered a friend of the force and has shown himself to be an upstanding asset to the community. However, he can't stay to answer your questions as we are in the middle of police business. Please clear the way, we are here to serve and protect."
As the crowd disperses, Officer Januchowski steps around to the driver's side door and gets in the squad car.
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In reply to Officer Martin (msg # 42):

"Well thank-you Officer.. Martin"  quickly reading his name off his badge.  "That is very kind of you" slipping into the patrol car to buckle up pronto, once the safety is on Easing the rather bulky Mini Gun onto the space provided next to me as best as I could. Now I will not forgetting to check on my other devises either.  Aero-Disks, Auto Graph book, Twinky.  Hmm how many years have I had that thing? I am beginning to think they are right when they say, Twinkies can last forever even though shelf life is only about 45 days.  Oh what am I saying? I don't even have a twinky but would it not be a grand thing if I did?

"Err pardon me Officers but do either of you know of anyone who may be interested in purchasing a Non Lethal Mini Gun by any chance?  Picked this beauty up a couple of Dimensions over from a rather interesting Manufacturer/Salesperson."
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It is no more than a ten minute car ride, with sirens and lights. The officers assist Drifter in moving the minigun into the holding armory inside the door, and while Martin fills out paperwork, Januchowski escorts Drifter to the task force area.

A few days after the debriefing, government sources contact the heroes (possibly through the hero's contacts, possibly through official channels).

The heroes receive the following information
• The East Coast of the United States is currently being blackmailed by a previously unknown group known as THe Force. This group has stolen a deadly bacteriological agent (S-97) from the military and has planted it and a medium sized nuclear weapon somewhere on the East Coast.
• The weapon will be detonated in such as way as to spread the agent over an approximate 100 mile radius. This particular agent was originally created by Mechanon, and the effects are too horrible to reveal to the public.

In reply to The Great Karnac (msg # 46):
Well they never took their radios back did they?
Group Radio:
"Swell just swell and so typical. Do we even get a brief on symptoms, communicability or incubation duration?  I may not be of graduate level in Bio chemistry but I can at least use such information in a pinch.

I am however more concerned about the delivery system.  If such a bacteriological agent can survive an atomic explosion? I really fear what it would mean to all life on this planet.  That fact gives me the conclusion or theory that we may have a nano virus. Especially taking into account the designer.  But it is just a Theory a shot in the dark as it were.

Oh the one major flaw in my theory here is Mechanon does not exist in this Parallel Earth... I hope.

Sheesh KK I am coming in, better put on a fresh pot so I can at least enjoy the smell of fresh coffee.

err just where is it I am supposed to go? I am assuming The Cop Shop and Broyko?"
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In reply to The Great Karnac (msg # 46):

David got the message on Shade's phone. Which was technically his phone he only used as Shade. He knew just enough about computers to know how easily GPS could be tracked. So he proceeded to get Shade his own phone with his own account he paid for via cash.

Was it overly paranoid? Given the very weird life he now lived, it might actually be a little less paranoid then needed. After all, sooner or later some villain psychopath in going to get it in their head to kill Shade and anyone he cares about. David could avoid all that by just using his powers to get literally any scoop he wanted and make a mint. After all, not everybody had superhero connections like Darryl Starre and Joan Dillon.

That being said, he was not above using his powers to help him get info he needed. He just made sure to put anything online or published as himself, not Shade's personal reporter. In fact, Shade never stuck around to talk to the press as a rule, much less the cops. That is, until now.

"A virus AND a nuke!? Anyone ever heard of overkill?" David said after reading the horrible news on Shade's phone. He finished his sandwich, looked at himself in the mirror as he liked to do before...putting on his 'outfit'.

David flipped the light switch, and the room went dark. Then it went very, VERY dark...and Shade flipped the switch back on. The clearly inhuman form standing where the very normal David had been.

Shade looked at himself in the mirror, his now bizarre reflection looking back. "Time to go to work!" He said in his now static-like voice. He flowed downward into the blob of shadow his new body seemed to form out of. Transporting himself to the Crusader Tower.
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... remarkable... a nuclear device and a virus as well... but no signs of demands... something's not right... if they wanted something they would have communicated... otherwise why not just blow it up now and not risk being discovered and stopped?... not very smart...

Neuromancer asks his source,

"Have they made any requests? How did they get their hands on Mechanon tech and bio-research? Have there been any thefts or missing materials lately? Who do we talk to once we get there?"

I just guess the Government takes it for granted that any of us will even know what this S-97 agent actually is.
On his way to the Station Drifter keeps an eye out for a new cardboard box.  Well he figures a new home near the Police Station would be handy atm.
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Various Locations- currently UNTIL's Central City location

Darryl was chatting with an agent, Sergeant LeBeau. The Frenchwoman was not only attractive, she was a good sparring partner. When Darryl got the notification he excused himself, saying "sorry, my dear. A story beckons." He heads for the 4th floor, where he knows the Officers Break room is, next to the Situation room. He sees the Captain and asks "Steve? I've got a local situation. Is there anything you can share with me regarding a group called "The Force" or a virus, S-97?"

Contact 11-. Rolled 12 on 3d6
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Shadow Strike had been a shadowy vigilante, fighting crime where the police wouldn't or couldn't. He tried to stay out of the way of the police and the Crusaders, but when the Crusader's went missing he just couldn't stand by and not do anything. A few days ago he'd contacted the police and offered his services. The response had been a secured smartphone. The one that now displayed the ominous message displayed in cheery color, along with an invitation to come to the new Metahuman office at Police Headquarters. He hesitated for only a moment, then walked out of his office and addressed his secretary. "Something's come up and I have to take a few days off. Er, 'Family business'. Can you clear my calendar for, say, the next week? Thanks!" With that he headed out of the office. A short trip home to change out of his suit and then he was off to Police Headquarters.

In reply to Darryl Starre (msg # 51):

Steve shrugs, and says, "I've been busily asking that question, myself."
"All I've got so far is that it's one of Mechanon's designs, the army had it, but lost it."
"I've also heard someone has been lifting specially enriched U235 from reactors all over the place. They've enough to build a bomb, at this point."

Darryl thanks Steve and leaves. After getting into his car, he dials an unlisted number, lets it ring three times, hangs up, redials, lets it ring once, hangs up, and redials again.  On the second ring the phone is picked up and a voice in Russian asks "who is this?" Responding in the same Language, Darryl says [Language unknown: "N wilproout, utll k Poelit. Oussomlat esbepe peut ercon esntil, Ich ileeth t k. Eraresres, La ac hi acro el ure andev din petoin'alpo ho ckec stisetons hououtkor essoveomeallnde Ulic Ainncetic, es ha Laeleeloet mebema Nd?"] Darryl knew that sometimes his friend in the Black Market traded in information. Darryl drove to the meeting while awaiting an answer.

Contact Boris , Black Marketeer 11-, rolled 11 on 3d6
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In reply to Darryl Starre (msg # 54):
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In reply to Shadow Strike (msg # 52):

Shadow Strike paused on the roof of the building across the street from the Police Headquarters and contemplated his next move. Being called in to work on a (literally) life changing terrorist threat was both flattering and terrifying, however his first real challenge would be getting past the receptionist ...

Fortunately, he'd visited Headquarters a couple of times and had a good idea of the layout of the front lobby. A moment to focus and soft "pop" later he was standing in front of the receptionist. She gave out a yelp and jumped back just a bit as 6 foot of masked man appeared out of thin air. He was lean and muscled and wore a midnight blue form-fitting suit that covered him from head to toe, over this was a knee length lightweight jacket of the same color. "I'm sorry to have startled you. Detective Broyko requested to see me right away. The name is Shadow Strike".

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Sailfishking

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Finding the mooring of the Sailfishking is easy. It is also easy to see that the yacht holds a crew of approximately a dozen, all men. There are two other men aboard that do not appear to be part of the crew. Although the crew is normally dressed in tan shirts and trousers with deck shoes, the other two men are seen in different clothing at different times.

From a distance of about two miles up the the docks Drifter will take a stroll along the bottom of the Marina gathering a small amount of flotsam till he is beneath the Sailfishking.

Once there he shifts again so that he could enter the ship cautiously via the spirit plane or as some would call it... Ethereally. poking his face through the bottom of the hull first in an attempt to see if the area was occupied.

Opps he just dropped his flotsam and it had a rather cute boot to boot in it. Such a pity.
Keeping radio silence once at the dock by simply by turning the device turned off.
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However the ship is inspected and reconnoitered, the only thing you'll see is the crew doing routine maintenance. The two other men on the ship do different things. One of them is seen on deck once in awhile talking on his cell. The other, when he does emerge, is wearing clerical clothing that appears to be a sort of hooded cassock. Usually, he speaks to a crew member or two then returns below decks.
This message was last edited by the GM at 05:31, Sun 07 July 2019.

Darryl tells the rest of the group "I'm going to approach the place openly, see if I can't get invited aboard, willingly or not. When their security focuses on me, that will give some of you a window to slip onboard yourselves, whether by stealth or other means. Everyone okay with that?" Darryl repeats that over the radio for those not beside him. He waits for responses.

OOC: What time is it?

In reply to Darryl Starre (msg # 60):
[Language unknown: "Le lesallecttha ti herar thain Reuradst, ratresthu ers oer in n somoreain isioth anlane, Resproame atout."]
This message was last edited by the player at 21:24, Sun 07 July 2019.

The man with the cell phone comes above deck, and is walking around talking on the phone. It is just after noon, so maybe he's ordering lunch. In any case, it is obvious that this man provides some sort of security as he is armed. His clothing is all black, and as soon as he comes into the sunlight he adds dark aviator sunglasses to his outfit. Every other person you see aboard appears to be unarmed, and engaged in maintenance or cleaning of the vessel, with the exception of the robed person.
There is no information as to the vestments worn by the members of the Church of the Divine Harmony.

The pizza is delivered, and the crew is fed. A few crew members leave in a van, returning in an hour or so and packing numerous boxes onto the ship. A bit later, a small truck with a tank and some of the crew drag a hose from the tank to the ship. Several crew members seem to be engaged in checking the status of an elaborate radar/sonar system with projectors and detectors in numerous places around the ship. As the sun sets, the yacht is clean and sparkling. A few of the crew leave the yacht, no longer wearing what is apparently a shipboard uniform.
This message was last edited by the GM at 05:22, Wed 10 July 2019.

After evening falls, an impressive, handsome figure walks along the pier, staying on public land as he pulls out a camera. His flash is on as he starts taking pictures of the Sailfishking. Some of his targets are the various radar and sonar arrays. He uses a telephoto lens to get a closer look at the equipment and waits for the inevitable.

Perception 13-, rolled 11 on 3d6.
+4 vs Range Mods for sight
Possesses NightVision
This message was last edited by the player at 07:05, Wed 10 July 2019.

Another group of men from the yacht leave the boat. As they walk down the dock, one of them veers towards Starre and says, "Hi. It's a beauty, ain't it."
"Father Kinkaid wanted to expand south, but a lot of the people don't live near airports. He says most of the people live near a coast, so the yacht helps."
"The radar lets us see any danger before it reaches us, and that boat moves like you wouldn't believe. We're liable to be off the coast of Mexico the day after tomorrow."
"Have you ever heard of the Divine Harmony?"

Darryl nods a greeting. "Yeah, she's a beauty, all right. Actually, I hadn't heard of it before today. A buddy of mine mentioned it to me and I thought I'd look into it."

"I really don't think this is the best of ideas." Shadow Strike mutters to himself as he watches from hiding while Darryl starts taking pictures. "I'd prefer just a quiet little breaking and entering myself."

"I'm not one to ask, The Divine Harmony has done so much for me I lose myself in telling about it. My name's Hans, Hans Johansson."
"If you want to hear Father Kinkaid, you'll have a bit of a wait. We're set to sail towards Mexico City tomorrow, possibly farther south. The father plans to do rallies all down the coast. The last one here was last night."
"You might be able to find some information on line, that's part of the reason for that communications setup. Father Kinkaid requires a constant web connection to shepherd his far flung flock. It also gives us radar to the horizon. The boats got a sonar array just as formidable."
"Father Kinkaid is real tight with Franklin Emerson, so we get the latest electronic gizmos. Listen, I got to catch up with the boys. You look up The Divine Harmony, Father Kinkaid will make you feel right. He does that for everyone."
Sean runs off to join the other crewmembers, shouting "hey, wait up". As he rejoins the group, another of the crew can be heard to friendly rib the young man asking how many pamphlets he was able to give away.
This message was lightly edited by the GM at 01:30, Fri 12 July 2019.

Darryl waits until the men are out of sight. He then pulls out his Press Pass and flashes it as he takes a single step onto the gang plank. "Permission to Come Aboard?" he calls out.

As he steps forward, a crew member still wearing the white outfit that the crew was previously seen in smiles cheerily at Darryl, and promises to 'go get the captain'. A few moments later, the crewman returns with another, the only remarkable difference between the two being the officers cap on the presumed captain. The captain steps forward and says, "Father Kinkaid has always told us to be generous towards the press. He has a message to get out and wouldn't want to antagonize the messengers."
"Come right on, and tell me what we can do for you."

Darryl steps forward and offers his hand. "Darryl Starre. I'm here for two reasons, actually. First, someone pointed out to me that this yatch represents a considerable amount of wealth and ostentatiousness for an organization that prides itself on the concepts of equality in all things. I'm here to report the uses of this yatch as a platform for reaching the masses all over the globe. A private jet or public transportation is the norm for this kind of reasoning, but I'm hoping to find out 'why the yatch?'

Rolled 8 on 3d6, Reputation 11-. Gain +3/+3d6 with Interaction skills

Rolled 11 on 3d6, Charm 19-

Drifter will just have to do it then.  Popping into the Ethereal Plane since it overlaps the Material Plane. Drifter uses that Transitive Plane to bridge the distance from outside the ship to inside the ship using the Keel as his point of entry.  A simple 6' or so should do.
This message was last edited by the player at 05:41, Fri 12 July 2019.

In reply to Darryl Starre (msg # 71):

The captain extends his hand as he introduces himself, "Van Steubens, you'll need to address me as 'captain' while aboard the vessel, otherwise Van will do. Most of your questions should be addressed to Father Kinkaid, but I might help clear up a few details."
"This vessel is equipped to carry a small amount of cargo, and a number of people. When Father Kinkaid travels to areas that have access to public transportation, he uses public transportation. The purpose of the yacht is to travel to areas that don't have airports, but are near coasts."
"But that's not the main reason we use it. Every member of the crew is a church disciple. We have no other employment, and no other responsibilities. If the church used a private plane, there wouldn't be a place for quite so many of us."

In reply to Drifter (msg # 72):

Drifter pops into the yacht's engine room. The machinery is quiescent, and the area is dark. There are various manuals and clipboards hanging around. The two turbine power plants indicate the ship has power to spare. It is a clean and well-maintained space.

In reply to Captain Steubens (msg # 73):

Darryl replies "okay, Captain, that makes sense. Is it all right if I come aboard and take a few pictures, talk with some of the crew? My editor put me on this piece after I failed to get the inside scoop on the recent Crushers case, so I at least need to make an effort to give him a complete story, not a two-or-three line article."

"Be my guest. Most of the crew is ashore dealing with personal matters, we shove off tomorrow morning to visit some of the people in the Caribbean, but if you don't shuffle through their personal lockers they won't mind."

In reply to The Great Karnac (msg # 74):

Hmm anything of interest on the clip boards? Rosters, Crew Names, Phone Numbers, Jokes, Addresses...? Well that last one is stretching it but hey there could be blabber pens
on-board. Err perhaps not then they would be reporters "JK Darryl:)"

Darryl uses a distance measuring App to give him the dimensions of the yacht. As he explores he continues to add data to his 3D model, essentially determining whether there were hidden compartments  on the yacht.
He begins going up to the conning tower, to give him a bird's eye view of the vessel.

Perception 13-,+4 vs Range mods
NightVision
Rolled 11 on 3d6.
This message was last edited by the player at 00:05, Sat 13 July 2019.

The clipboards contain crew assignments, by first name. They cover every station and appear to be for a twenty-four hour period starting tomorrow morning. The only point of interest is that one of the stations is listed as foil control. There appears to be nothing else of interest on the clipboards.
Darryl is allowed the run of the ship, although he finds himself tiptoeing through the sleeping quarters (some of the crew are sleeping, perhaps because they have late night watches to stand).

There appear to be no hidden compartments, although there is a machinery space beneath the sleeping quarters that seems large enough to hold machinery almost as substantial as the engines. There is an access panel in the engine compartment that should lead to the space, with the words "HYDROFOIL ACCESS" stenciled on it.
When Darryl notices the space, the captain says, "oh, yes. We're very fast, and the ship doesn't rock nearly as much as you would think. Pretty much everything on board, including the foils, was designed by one of the church's disciples then built by church members. Father Kinkaid prides himself on using only the resources he is certain belong to the church."

Borrowing the clipboards from left to right for a minute, Drifter takes them for a trip to the Police station to get photocopies of them in order that he may return them in the exact order  they belong.  Hmm may take two copies so the Police can have one to work with.
This message was last edited by the player at 10:02, Mon 15 July 2019.

Darryl looks surprised. "You actually have a genius who designed a hydrofoil mode for a ship this size? I would have thought the inverse-square law would preclude any vessel over 8 tons to possess that capability. I hope you submit the man's name for an award ..that kind of scientific genius deserves recognition. May I see this marvel of engineering? How do you generate enough power to do it?"

"What are you talking about? The Pegasus class had over 200 tons displacement, and they've been obsolete for a decade or so. Between the design of our foils and the design of the engines, it isn't speed or displacement that makes this boat special, it's fuel efficiency."

"Will the Reverend be returning to this vessel tonight? I'd love the chance to speak with him."

"I honestly have no idea. It's not unusual for these cruises to consist of just disciples. He doesn't have any public meetings scheduled, so I'm hopeful he'll be aboard."

"So, how do you manage your fuel efficiency? A special additive or process?"

Message passed.

OOC: Shadow Strike will stay in hiding, watching the SailFishKing. If there seems be any signs of trouble, if the boat suddenly decides to leave the marina, or if Darryl Starr isn't seen for a while, he will attempt to teleport aboard the boat (attempting to do so clandestinely, of course).

OOC: Also, my understanding from an earlier post is that it is after dark at the moment?

"I'm not entirely sure as to the theory behind it, but there's some sort of correlation between the shape of the foils and their pylons that allows them to cut through the water with greater efficiency. It gives us a greater than normal range."
Having led Darryl through most of the ship, the captain asks, "is there anything else you'd like to see?"
This message was lightly edited by the GM at 07:07, Fri 19 July 2019.

Gosh here I am demoted to being a courier.  Oh well at least it is better than a contestant in the Hunger Games or a Host for a Goa'uld.  Now that would be fun to see.  What would happen if a Goa'uld took over the body of a Telepath from a world like Darkover or The Galactic Milieu?
This message was last edited by the GM at 19:17, Fri 19 July 2019.

As the captain leads Darryl towards the main deck, the two are joined by an obvious non-member of the crew. He is clad in black jeans and a black t-shirt, and wears mirrored sunglasses despite the fact that he's below decks. After a curt nod to Darryl, the man begins to address the captain, "Pardon me, captain, but I've received a message from Father Kinkaid suggesting we might face a threat. We should clear the boat of visitors and re-check the crew as they return. We may have a long night ahead of us."

In reply to Captain Steubens (msg # 88):

Darryl wryly says "Well, I'd love to see the Secret Lair of the Force, but I don't think its here. I told you one reason I'm here, but never mentioned the second. A man I considered a colleague died in my arms a few hours ago, and his dying words led me here. Since the biggest story in the wind right now is the terrorist attack by a group called the Force, I figured this might be connected. But for the life of me, I can't see how. I saw no inoculation facilities or anything else that might present a bulwark against a biological attack. So.....when is your leader due back?"

Oliver Harris removes his sunglasses and looks intently at Darryl.
"I've heard about that," he says. "Father Kinkaid even considered postponing tomorrow's departure feeling it might suggest we were fleeing the situation. To be honest, the current security measures are a direct response to FORCE."
"Father Kinkaid is, I believe, currently in Washington. With the nation under the threat of a terror attack there may be members of the government that require spiritual guidance. The Father couldn't ignore that call."
"I'm sorry about your colleague. Would it bother you much if I asked what he said? If he mentioned Father Kinkaid or the church, they may be targets and I'll need to be prepared."

In reply to Oliver Harris (msg # 92):

Darryl responds "Interestingly enough, he said 'force' and 'sailfishking' as he was dying. Not knowing about the Church or who owned the craft, I presumed the Force had its headquarters aboard. Any idea why the Force might target your church specifically?"

Heading off into the wild blue yonder once more.
This message was last edited by the player at 21:25, Sun 21 July 2019.

"I couldn't guess their reasons, but that's not my job. I'm just trying to keep the members safe from lunatics, anti-religious fanatics, and misguided de-programmers. To that end, it would be most helpful if you could ask any further questions on the dock. The men will have to wait while they're vetted, anyway."

Darryl nods. "Will do. If anything occurs to me, I'll keep you in the loop." Darryl disembarks and stands on the docks, paying attention to the sonar/radar arrays.

As the sailors return, Darryl asks a few questions of each of them. The extent of the information he turns up is:

• To a man, the crew members claim to have been living unsavory, self-destructive lives before meeting Father Kinkaid.
• The men are paid next to nothing, however, the church supplies room, board, and uniforms. None of them complain about it.
• The boat leaves in the morning, but all they know about the destination is that it's to the south.

When he has the chance, Darryl sends a message to the radio group.

In reply to Darryl Starre (msg # 98):
[Language unknown:
"Aiar elson ei sa p ouany a le? Th st icecme yinlatund.  Her O ouleic unpriv isne thlin eshiicuros ne trle'hata Acpl thaiouainderset on icathothuvir ilutto lo ilweio.

E rom O mealenrewh riil petho ng it Polewh Earndesetectrom Ieth shehasshe Praias ne Hasillsheich.
Il ilarol plli whehi."]
This message was last edited by the player at 10:13, Thu 25 July 2019.

Whatever the Reporter is up to it is plain to see whatever it is takes precedence to responding to a query.  So Drifter decided to take a trip to Tarterus with as much of the Engine as he can manage without actually damaging the thing.

Lets see this bit or that bit or just to be a little subtle? how about the petrol out of the cans?
This message was last edited by the player at 19:59, Sun 28 July 2019.

Place: Mexico City, Mexico
Time: T-48hrs (48 hours ago)

Franks phone buzzed, needing attention. He was about to board a flight home to Central City for some well deserved R&R. Taking down Jose “Brick Hitter” Javes’ drug operation from the inside had take years. Years of hard work and patience finally paid off when they were all arrested and sent to a Mexican Prison. For Frank the whole thing was just a show, the CIA pulled him through back channels, faking his death in a cell (hanging this time, nice that they used an old stage magic trick to keep his neck in tact) and setting him up in Mexico City for a few weeks as a tourist before he hopped on a plane back home. He had not actually been in Mexico City but for a few hours, but hotel receipts, car rentals, even phone messages said otherwise. The CIA was very thorough. He took out his phone and found an email, it looked like Junk but the subject line - “Hey DevilDog, how about a vacation to Central City” told him his handler was on the other end. Encoded in the message was a web address for a document drop box service that destroyed the files once they were read, run by the agency of course. Frank went to the site, and read the file. It was a brief on a nuclear terrorist threat that had been bumped up from yellow to red threat level and demanded agency participation. It also said that the “spandex crowd” was already in on it, so he would have to go in as Ghost Dancer.

Place: Central City, Continental Inn and Suites
Time: T- 20 hours

After arriving at Central City International Airport, Frank had gone to a prearranged location, a bus station near the airport, and used a key he found under his seat on the plane to unlock it. Inside was a duffle bag containing his gear - weapons, face paint and other things he needed for the Dance, and documents containing the sum of the information the CIA had on this terrorist group, which was very very thin. He familiarised himself with it over a glass of Cognak. After that he checked his gear, and called down to the front desk of the Continental Inn and Suites for a wake up call and a motorcycle to be placed on his account with the Agency. After that he got some sleep.

Place: Central City Docks
Time: Current

Eight hours ago Frank had met with Central City’s Super Human Liason. He was a nice guy doing a good job at something most Policeman probably shied away from. Frank Appreciated th man’s thoroughness. Frank had provided Identification, and since he was in “costume” that was important. Frank’s Costumes was his nromal 3 piece suite with an additional layer of armor which was disguised as the suite’s vest, and a blank mask that looked like a black piece of cloth, but he could see through on his end because of a set of goggles. The only other addition was a pair of weighted fighting gloves. The Liason Contact had been very helpful once Franks Idenity as Ghost Dancer was confirmed, and the man sent him to the Central City Docks where some of the heroes were known to be. Although most of the heroes appeared to be absent, Darryl Starre (a local reporter known to cover the spandex set) was on the docks, so Frank introduced himself, ”Hi there, I’m Ghost Dancer but my friends call me Frank.” He put his hand out for any/everyone to shake.

”I apologize, the Police Liason brought me up to speed on what he knew but I can't seem to find anyone else, but the robotic dog said they'd be here. Can someone fill me in on the highlights?”
This message was last edited by the player at 00:56, Tue 30 July 2019.

Popping over to where I last saw the Reporter, may as well take another batch of fuel drums with me. Via Dune, it at least has a lot of empty space to use.
This message was last edited by the player at 18:21, Tue 30 July 2019.

Exasperated, Darryl responds

In reply to The Great Karnac (msg # 97):

In the mean time ... Shadow Strike will scour the dock area and surrounding buildings for camera-equipped security systems. He will try to gain access through the police contact, looking for activity on the SailKingFish and it's dock - specifically looking at who has come and gone over the last few days.

Between the new police liaison and several contacts among the group, it's easy to access and view the dock's security feed.
It turns out the boat hasn't been there long. When it first arrives, shortly after it's secured to the dock, Father Kinkaid (recognized because as a public figure his picture is in many internet locations) walks off the boat. He has a short discussion with the security man and the robed figure before he walks off.
The only other incident of note is as the security person drags an individual off the boat and hands him off to the police. This is mostly notable because there's no indication of how the individual got ON the boat.
Other than a more precise date and time for the boat's departure (the next day at 9:00 am), no information comes to light.

Frank is still standing with his hand out, no one seems to be paying him any attention.

In reply to Ghost Dancer (msg # 106):

As some Tanks of Fuel with Drifter appears out of nowhere, taken aback at the presence of this new figure... Noting his appearance and stance I take the outstretched hand before it can be withdrawn.

"Oh hello there, would you be Ghost Dancer by any chance? How exciting.

Hiya, how are you doing, to what do I owe this sort of unexpected but delightfully valued meeting? Any chance of getting an autograph is there?  I collect them you see.  It is kind of a hobby of mine."


"K9 I have just made contact with Ghost Dancer but am waiting on confirmation of identity."
This message was last edited by the player at 22:40, Tue 30 July 2019.

In reply to The Great Karnac (msg # 105):

Shadow Strike will ask for more information on the individual turned over to police.

Darryl asks crew and captain if there had been any security concerns since they had docked. Perhaps something that might be connected to Force that the crew wouldn't connect. If he can, he asks to the the Ship's captain, and asks if a visual inspection of the hull had been performed. If the Force was targeting the good Father, such a device might have been attached.

In reply to Darryl Starre (msg # 109):

Although neither the captain nor the crew have significant security concerns, there will be a hull inspection prior to returning to the sea. They have divers coming the following morning to check  for issues that might delay their departure.

In reply to Shadow Strike (msg # 108):

The individual is a well known burglar that works on the docks. Since most security cameras don't cover the water side, he swims to the boats, climbs aboard, and ransacks the cabins for valuables. Unfortunately, navigation while swimming can be a little tricky. Not only was the Sailfishking swarming with crew, but the only valuables on board were in the crew's personal gear.
He's out on bail, and expected to plea bargain rather than run.

Frank is confused by the request, ”My autograph? No one has ever asked me for that before. Sure I guess if you really want it.” He took his hand back and waited, puzzled over why this fellow wanted his autograph.

In reply to Ghost Dancer (msg # 112):

"You Betcha I do.  I have heard of your exploits and your continued fight for The People, namely your Tribe the Sioux if I am not mistaken.  But it has always made me sad that each and every Tribe of The People thought of themselves as a different people... or so I have been led to believe. If your ancestors had managed to unite and fend off the invaders way back when.  Who knows what would be the case now?

It will just take a moment for me to get my autograph book if you don't"
a hole in space appears taking Drifter away. Several Moments later he reappears (about 12 to 18 seconds) with a book and pen
"mind

If you ever wanted to go visit your people free and unfettered? Well I do like to travel and see new things, learn new ways. In any case it would be safer for me to be in the company of a patron of your people than not.  Then again I am not sure how accurate it would be to your views though?  So many worlds so many depictions of the path. If you know what I mean"
This message was last edited by the player at 13:56, Wed 31 July 2019.

Frank took the pad and pen and signed very carefully:

Ghost Dancer

Handing it back he said in a flat and non-threatening way, ”I think you have me confused with someone else. I’ve fought for the United States of America, no one else. I am happy to sign your book, though.”

Frank is uncomfortable, both with how much this man seems to know and how much he had gotten wrong. Hell maybe there was another Lokate superhero out there. He continued, ”As soon as you confirm my ID, I’d ask you to fill me in on what you know so far.”

In reply to Ghost Dancer (msg # 114):

"Occupational Hazard I am afraid to say.  I often get Realities of similar background mixed up. Marvelverse and DCverse are very similar in nature if you do not have Dr Strange duking it out with Wolverine. Let alone Toonaverse and its offshoots.

But then I do like visiting Happydays. I think it is about time to get the Fonze to put his mark in my book... right next to yours perhaps?

OK back to the matter at hand lets see, you mean know about the ship I hope?

Well it all started with someone sending an undercover reporter/operative of some kind in to check things out about a Cult and its Leader.  The operative was found out and brutally bashed near onto death by them.  Against all chances he managed to fight off death long enough to get word to a fellow Reporter by the name of Darryl Starre.  With his dying breath he managed to mention the name of this Yacht which is owned by said Cult and indicated the peril it posed. He also mentioned something that reminded me of Mechanons MO but seeing as that AI never existed here? Well Nano viruses is right up the Mechalomaniacs ally,"


"Be right back" taking a step out of sight just to return not long afterwards, without the autograph book.
"Do you like StarWars by any chance?"
This message was last edited by the player at 19:45, Wed 31 July 2019.

Frank had trouble following what the man was talking about. Who was Dr. Stange and why would he duck out on a wolverine? ”So this doctor friend of yours is a veterinarian? He should not approach a wolverine unless the animal has been anesthetized. I have seen such creatures make a large bear back off with their ferocity.” Then he talked about visiting happy days. Frank thought everyone wanted to have such days. Then someone called the Fonze...”Is this Fonze you speak of your deity?”

Finally they arrived at a subject he was familiar with, clandestine operations. Of course no sooner had he spoken of such things than he divereted to other subjects, which seemed to involve mechanics from Missouri. ”Are these mechanics from Missouri involved in illegal activities?” And then there was yet another change of subject. Frank was beginning to feel dizzy, ”Star Wars? Is this a theatrical production or a radio drama perhaps? Like War of the Worlds?”

In reply to Ghost Dancer (msg # 116):

"Oh no not mechanics that is Mechanon.  A self replicating Militant AI from another Earth dead set on World Domination and obliteration of the Human Race... Sadly to all intent that Earth  no longer exists.  Yarp I am an illegal alien from Earth on Earth.

I take it you have never seen the TV comedy drama Happy Days?  The Fonze is a Gang leader in that reality.  It was quite popular in its time and echoes of it still give it life."

 Don't think about it too much it can give one headaches just trying to keep it all straight.

Ghost Dancer it would just be easier if I just showed you.  Do you know how to speak Apache, Navajo  or Mohican?  Choose one and I will take you to a place where it is the common language of the People aka Native Indians. I know of a few places that have such peoples around.  On second thoughts it does not matter if you can speak any native Indian language, all the important Indians can speak English anyway.  Bad Cinematography I call it.

Well here we go.   Oh I do need to have sort of physical contact with you or you with me if you don't mind.  Some people do you know."

He explained that the Mechanics were...well like the Martians in War of the Worlds. ”That seems like War of the Worlds. Perhaps someone should have tried to give them an infection like a virus.” He is thinking in terms of the War of the Worlds radio drama not computer viruses. Again the man switched topics. This was becoming even more dizzying. ”Oh no I never watch that. It isn’t good for you. It was designed as a CIA project, part of an overall project in mind control, so you should avoid it if possible.”

He put out his hand, indicating he would not mind being touched on the hand.

In reply to Ghost Dancer (msg # 118):

[Language unknown: "k Pa ur anal ivetti virpo e ncestrall atis, na nc hasoveati."]
Reaching out and taking Ghost Dancer's hand I take a step and we are ...

OOps I should have brought a gift but I forgot... I might just might have to offer to do them a task of a non-lethal nature as a sign of good intentions. Yes I think that is a fine idea it would help the clan better than any gift I could bring anyway.

"Hello the camp Strangers Approaching"
This message was last edited by the player at 02:35, Fri 02 Aug 2019.

Nothing else will happen before the boat leaves for its cruise.

In reply to The Great Karnac (msg # 120):

The Indian camp is built in some light Beech woodlands at the foot of some hills. A placid lake rests nearby, far enough away to avoid flooding but close enough for easy access.  Its still surface broken only by a canoe of Native fishermen or two.

The scenery is quite breath taking to many, as it has been said by others before "Indians can sure pick their camp sites". The Sun rests high in the sky and a number of women can be seen preforming various domestic tasks, children can be seen playing at wrestling or in some kind of team game with no apparent solidity to who is on who's team. A game that involves a lot of running back and forth.  The work and games stop as Drifter hails the camp as all eyes within our sight turn to view our intrusion. Only a few men are in sight and they seem to be elders.

Just to be on the safe side I whisper to Ghost Dancer "Hey just in case you are concerned about my manners. Do not be worried about me using that word squaw, I know enough not to insult the women folk let alone the Braves that way.  Oh and your up Ghost Dancer, I hope you enjoy the visit... then I hope I do too."
This message was last edited by the player at 19:23, Fri 02 Aug 2019.

Frank looked at the man who called himself Drifter, and the next moment they were - somewhere else. He yanked his hand back as he looked around. A forest he did not recognize, a group of First Nation People gathered around huts, this was more like the way his Grandfather spoke about the way things were when he was a child. There was also something very fake about it. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on it, but it was like the whole thing was too perfect.  Drifter spoke to him and he was confused, ”I do not understand. Is your Fonze Diety here? You should know, I worship the Jesus of the Bible, and I think perhaps your Fonze might be offended by me. Why are we here? What is it you wish me to do?”

You mean the spiritual leader does NOT return to the ship that is here to convey him to other parts of the coast? Thats plenty suspicious.

In reply to Ghost Dancer (msg # 122):

A little let down Drifter chortles a little at the idea that Fonzi is a Deity but trying not to. With a gasp at the idea Drifter tries to explain.

"No Ghost Dancer this is not Happy Days and The Fonze was never a Deity he was just an Ultra Cool Biker.  This is Buffalo Dance, it was created in 1894 as a black and white film but it did have actual Indians in it.  That is why I chose this reality.  Of course now being real it is not black and white and as the film was only 16 seconds long so we really do not have to worry about ruining a plot or anything. Though I do not really know how long we can stay. Things currently being the way they are in what I call TriCverse.

You see I sorta can go into any Movie, TV show, Story or Book that has enough Psychic resonance or residue, meaning enough people who dream about being there to give the idea real form and life in the Multiverse.  Well that is at least one way to describe it.

Buffalo Dance is an 1894 American 16-second black-and-white silent film shot in
Thomas Edison's Black Maria studio. The film was made at the same time as Edison's Sioux Ghost Dance. It is one of the earliest films made featuring Native Americans.  That is why I thought of bringing you here. I could have taken you to Edison's version of Indian life but the name Buffalo Dance influenced my choice. Ghost Dancer, Buffalo Dance you see?

Don't you like it?  Would you rather go back to what I call TriCverse?
I don't often give people free dimensional trips to other places you know."
This message was last edited by the player at 22:32, Fri 02 Aug 2019.

Yes. Yes, it is.

When the boat leaves port, Darryl contacts his radio group.  Darryl waits for any responses, then moves to a dark spot to call Nighthawk.

In reply to Ghost Dancer (msg # 122):
"Oh sorry Ghost Dancer I overlooked one of your questions.  What do I want you to do? Why nothing.

I only thought you would like to visit your Roots, commune with The Great Spirit, get in contact with your animal totem be it tribe, clan, family or individual or even participate in The Ghost Dance. Though I for one do not like the idea of anyone being put an end to.

But I no longer think such a thing is achievable now I know your Christian.  Your name gave me the wrong impression is all.  I will return you to TriC and we will just leave it at that shall we?"
Holding out a hand Drifter waits to see if Ghost Dancer accepts the lift back to the Police Station?

Just want to be sure we understand the boat leaves the dock the following morning.

"breaker breaker this is the Rubber Drifter... And I aint going to pay no Troll... over.

Just got back from a little side trip with the Great and Mysterious Ghost Dancer... over.
Hey Ghost Dancer would you like to say Hello to everyone?"

Gosh do I really need to say over every sentence... over.  Well that is just over kill err over."

Chortling at the private Joke before getting down to important matters.
"Anyone got a handle on The Starre Reporter?  I think Ghost Dancer might want to know a little more about that dead fellow Reporter he knew."

Frank watched the dancers and made a few comments, ”This is not actually the Buffalo Dance, it is close but they are leaving a few things out. I appreciate the sentiment,” he put out his hand for the return trip, ”But even if I did want too, they would not accept me. I am a half breed, they would be offended by my mere presence.”

As they returned to the normal time/space continuum Frank made one more observation, ”The Grat Spirit and God the Father are one in the same. It really would have been a much easier thing for my people to understand if White Men had come with love and not with guns. The past is behind us, let us concentrate on the now.” Drifter began talking to the others and Frank simply stood by, letting him do so.
This message was last edited by the player at 12:50, Wed 07 Aug 2019.

In reply to Ghost Dancer (msg # 130):
sadly shaking his head Drifter softly sighs
"As you will."

True to the schedules Drifter had retrieved, the crew begins to arrive at five am. Each member is greeted, on the dock, by the security man previously seen. Before the crew is allowed on-board, security uses a retinal scan to verify their identity.
Promptly at 9:15 am on a bright, sunny day. The Sailfishking pulls away from the dock and heads to sea.

In reply to The Great Karnac (msg # 132):

Now why in the name of the Seven Suns of Krypton would a yacht need such security?

OK well time to take some delaying tactics of a more immediate nature.  With some mild curiosity Drifter will shanghai a straight shaft of metal that could with luck be the screw shaft of the vessel. If he is lucky it could delay the departure some... doubt it but it is a better solution than bringing a Troll on-board.

Frank asked Drifter, ”What are you doing?”

Using his cellphone he contacted someone he had worked with in the Coast Guard drug interdiction program. He gave them the yacht’s registration and name (on the boat always if docked in the US) where it is making berth, and that it contains suspicious cargo. That should be enough to get them stopped and searched at least once.

In reply to Ghost Dancer (msg # 134):
"Me? Why trying to stop the Yacht without getting anyone killed is all. These Cultists have proven themselves not to be beyond Murder."

Nighthawk takes to the skies, flying high above the yacht. Over the radio he announces "the yacht has left port. They were supposedly waiting for Father Kincaid to take him along the coast, but the priest never came on board. Highly suspect. I am keeping them under surveillance. "

Frank nodded, ”I’ve sent word to a friend of mine in the Coast Guard. They won’t get far before they are boarded.”

As NightHawk follows the ship aerially, he is reminded of the extensive radar/sonar array the ship carries.
Ghost Dancer's Coast Guard buddies should arrive at the ship in fifteen minutes,
Drifter finds that pulling a single component from the enormous turbine engines would result in catastrophic failure. Thus far, he hasn't determined a safe way to stop it.

In reply to Ghost Dancer (msg # 137):

"Boarded?  You have got to be joking?  What bit about the Cultists Not being beyond Murder is being misunderstood? If the Coast Guard try to bored the yacht, will the Murderers not fight back and if they do so it is almost certain that the Coast Guard retaliate in kind? Especially if Father Kincaid managed to slip on without being noticed somehow.

I currently can only see disaster in this whole situation, Unless we neutralise the Cultists first? Ghost Dancer I do hope your friend is not part of the Coast Guard Crew."

Hmm catastrophic failure? sounds like a great name for a Movie but not something he would like to cause.  Guess that means a BIG no on the idea of sabotaging anything, getting Maxwell Smart in on the action is beginning to sound right good atm.

Frank nodded and texted his contact again. This one said simply “contain do not board.” Then he nodded, “No not crew higher up the food chain. I’ve revised my request to contain not board. Hope that removes the threat of disaster.”

"You'd best have a damned good reason to board or do ANYTHING. Technically, this crew has done NOTHING to warrant such behavior."

In reply to NightHawk (msg # 141):
"Is being classed as a Vigilanti and having a pair of Clark Kent glasses to hide ones identity not a Super thing?  Oh dear no glasses?  how about wearing a black wig?  would you believe being in some one else's shoes?

All we have to go on is the word of a dying reporter.  But if the threat of a Nuke being in the hands of some Fanatics not worth a little risk on our part to resolve things one way or the other?
I sure do not know what is?

It reminds me of the phrase"

quote:

If a Good man stands by and lets Evil flourish! Is he truly a Good man?

This message was last edited by the player at 01:26, Wed 14 Aug 2019.

Frank nodded as the voice of the flying...bird person(?) came in his ear. ”Agreed. I shall exercise caution. On the ground human intelligence isn’t always correct.”

In reply to The Great Karnac (msg # 132):

Shadow Strike watches to yacht leave her berth and get underway. Unfortunately, this has turned into a dead end. Time to follow up on a different lead. Perhaps the group that went to the compound (where was it? Kansas?) was having better luck.

Prior to the Sailfishking exiting the harbor, it slows and a coast guard launch pulls alongside. Two Coasties board, talk to the captain, go below decks, then leave. The launch pulls away and the Sailfishking continues on its way. This has the appearance of routine, begging the question of who else has been suggesting the vessel has contraband aboard.

When a flying man does a rendezvous with the yacht, Nighthawk flies lower to try to identify him. He signals the others on the radio.


00:07, Today: NightHawk rolled 9 using 3d6.  Perception 16-, +6 vs Range mods (sight).

In attempting to fly in for a closer look, NightHawk is forced to leave the clouds that he has been using to shield himself from the sun. Simultaneous to him doing so, the men talking on the deck of the boat look to the cabin, and one of the sailors directs them to look skyward towards NightHawk. All three of the men shrug, but then the security man waves at the man in the cloak. It appears he is suggesting the man check out the sky. The hooded cloak is tossed off, and a seven foot tall werecicada takes to the air in NightHawk's direction. Nothing indicates that any of the men have seen NightHawk, and the boat is still half a kilometer from NightHawk.

PM

Tall and thin,  definitely insectoid, with large multifaceted black eyes and modified chitin digging claws on his hands, the creature hovers between NightHawk's position  and the ship, then points back towards the port.

Nighthawk flies closer and hails the creature."Hail, air-brother. May I ask how you acquired your condition? Most of our kind are not self-aware and are a slave to violent desires. It is a joy to meet one who is not." He backflaps to hover and hold his position nearby.

In reply to NightHawk (msg # 148):
This message was last edited by the player at 20:34, Wed 21 Aug 2019.

Nighthawk replies on the radio (since I assume that is how Drifter is communicating?) "not at this time. He may simply be a bodyguard for Father Kincaid"

In reply to NightHawk (msg # 152):

ooc well Is that not why we have them for? Group co-organization over fair distances and with K9 at Police HQ we can let them know where to round up left overs also. I just do not know how long the batteries will last.

Mandibles do not form sounds easily, and as Cicada speaks there is a loud buzz that almost obscures the words. He also drools, a lot. "No talk. Leave. No follow."

OOC: Are we seeing this?

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In reply to Cicada (msg # 154):

Nighthawk responds "I have been told that the ship below is either a target or a source of a threat called The Force. Can you enlighten me which one it is?" Nighthawk tenses as if for battle, but his expanded senses also seek identification of the brightly costumed flyer below.

NightVision
IR Perception
Ultrasonic Perception
10:28, Today: NightHawk rolled 11 using 1d20.  Perception 16-(all senses), +6 vs Range mods (sight).
This message was last edited by the player at 17:29, Wed 21 Aug 2019.

As NightHawk tenses and attempts to locate the multi-colored figure, he spots the security man on the boat inserting a clip into a large rifle. The other members of the crew are being handed holster belts, and many are now wearing sidearms.

With a somewhat sideways grin, Cicada says, "Enlighten? I'm just bug. You buzz off."
Then the creature chuckles and drools, at the same time.

The werehawk chuckles at the witticism. The he adds "I am Nighthawk of the Crusaders. As you are not yet in International waters, I am landing on the Sailfishking in pursuit of my duties. Please inform the Captain of the vessel. And unless they have silver bullets for those guns, don't bother with all those sidearms I see them readying."

"well if nobody needs any assistance I may as well go home and followup some of my transactions.  If you need me? Just call.
This message was last edited by the player at 16:28, Mon 26 Aug 2019.

The odd bug man shrugs, and flies back to the boat where he speaks with the captain.

Nighthawk soars lower as he awaits the lowering of sidearms before alighting on the deck of the yacht.

The men on the boat are serious, and the security guy snipes at NightHawk as soon as NightHawk reaches a comfortable range for the security guy.

OOC: Phase 12, NightHawk and cicada man are moving, boat people taking positions, security guy shoots
OCV 8 + set 1 + scope 2 + skill levels 3 - 125m range 8 + brace 2 + scope 2 + 11 - 3d6 = DCV hit
23:27, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC Mr. Magnum, rolled 9 using 21-3d6 ((5,3,4)).
23:32, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC Mr. Magnum, rolled 10 body damage and 40 stun (with a stun multiplier of 1) using the Hero 6th Edition, Killing Attack system ((6, 4, 3)).

Cost	Equipment (Equipment costs do not actually figure in Total Cost. They are included here for reference only.)
Real Points 15	HK Sniper Rifle: Killing Attack - Ranged 2 1/2d6, Armor Piercing (+1/4), +1 Increased STUN Multiplier (+1/4) (60 Active Points); OAF (-1), 6 Charges (-3/4), Required Hands (-1/2), STR Minimum (-1/2), Real Weapon (-1/4)
Real Points 2	Sniper Scope: (Total: 6 Active Cost, 2 Real Cost) Penalty Skill Levels:  +2 vs. range with to offset a specific negative OCV modifier with any single attack (2 Active Points); OAF Fragile (scope; -1 1/4) (Real Cost: 1) plus +2 with any single attack (4 Active Points); OAF Fragile (scope; -1 1/4), Limited Power Power loses about half of its effectiveness (requires both a brace and set maneuver prior to functioning; -1) (Real Cost: 1)

NightHawk's defenses are hardened, so he takes only 18 STUN (and the villain got a lucky shot, here).

The gunman is treated to a few sights not normally seen. Not only does his riflecshot his the agile birdman, but the high-velocity slugger fails to draw blood.  However, he briefly sees the werebeast's eyes flash red as he hisses "guns.....I hate guns....." As the gunman watches, the sky becomes black as an impossible hurricane of pinfeathers....very SHARP pinfeathers.....are flung from the hovering birdman. The feathers cover the deck briefly, striking each of the armed men (18m line effect), and disappearing afterwards, as if by magic. [Language unknown: Is pl pobeil nc red usesol icev stasonderiou]



01:43, Today: NightHawk rolled 8 using 20-3d6.  Pinfeather attack, 3 levels vs Range. Hits the DCV 3 hex each gunman is standing upon.

01:44, Today: NightHawk rolled 6 using 1d6.  RKA damage.

01:45, Today: NightHawk rolled 6 using 1d3+3.  Stun multiplier .
All targets in an 18m line are struck for 36 STUN, armor-piercing.


This message was last edited by the player at 16:55, Wed 28 Aug 2019.

Seven crewmen drop to a knee, or stagger towards the cabins, or stand in place shaking their heads. Aft, the security man, hereafter known as Mr. Magnum, watches the pin feathers dissipate harmlessly against something insubstantial and moves the rifle in tiny increments. The bug person, hereafter known as Cicada, zips back into the air right past NightHawk.
OOC: in phase 12 we had Mr. Magnum shooting, NightHawk feathering, crewmen CON stunned, and Cicada flying. Cicada is, apparently, holding his action in phase two.

Phase list
2. Cicada,NightHawk
3. Mr. Magnum,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk
5. Mr. Magnum
6. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Mr. Magnum
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Mr. Magnum
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Mr. Magnum,crewmen

This message was last edited by the GM at 05:34, Thu 29 Aug 2019.

Frank got Drifer’s attention, ”Can you just bam anywhere you want? Can you bang us over to the ship? I’ll take it from there if you’re not one for a fight.”

Nighthawk flies to above the other side of the yacht, putting the ship's housing between him and Magnum. He says into his commlink[Language unknown: "It p anylesnde aldipr. Seni se ncesetwhe. Oumoadheac maand."]
Meanwhile, he pumps his wings at Cicada to drive him back and gauge his power.

2 CSL to OCV
1 CSL to DCV


07:14, Today: NightHawk rolled 14 using 22-3d6.  Attack Cicada with Wing buffet, OCV 11 DCV 10. Hits DCV 14.

07:16, Today: NightHawk rolled 33 (with 10 body) using 8 with the Hero (Champions) system with rolls of 5, 6, 6, 2, 4, 2, 3, 5.  EB, physical 2× Knockback.
Blast does 10 BODY, 33 STUN (physical)

07:17, Today: NightHawk rolled 17 using 20-1d6 with rolls of 3.  Knockback= 17m(?)

The bug man beats his own wings in counterpoint, and although buffeted by the winds doesn't go flying away. "Izzz thatzzzz allzzzz youzzzz gotzzzzz?"
The increase in buzzing (and drooling) seems to indicate the bug person is somewhat upset.

OOC: phase two Cicada holds, resists knockback, NightHawk blasts
Cicada has two DC's of negation. This brings the attack down to 6 1/2 dice. NightHawk rolled 33 (with 10 body) using 8 with the Hero (Champions) system with rolls of 5, 6, 6, 2, 4, 2, 3, 5.  EB, physical 2× Knockback.

Dice	Roll	Total Stun	Total Body
5	1	5	1
6	2	11	3
6	3	17	5
2	4	19	6
4	5	23	7
2	6	25	8
3	half dice	27	8
5	negated	-	-

Cicada could resist up to 24" of knockback.

 that took less time than Drifter had anticipated.[Private to group Radio: "Hold tight am on my way... stay safe"

pushing his aero-disks to the max, Drifter wonders what would happen if he used them to ram into a target at full speed.  They were Military grade devices and to all his observations near on indestructible.  But was it worth broken legs to test his supposition?
This message was last edited by the player at 10:07, Fri 30 Aug 2019.

In reply to The Great Karnac (msg # 168):

Nighthawk replies to Cicada "only men with guns feel my lethality. You are cursed to a half-existence as I am. You are not truly my enemy."

"Cursed, yes, but not by half. This is my form, always."
"You can dish it out. Can you take it?"
The bug man throws a backhand at NightHawk. His fist is hard and he moves fast. Knocking NightHawk back through the air.

OOC: with skills levels OCV 11, DCV 9 throwing 11d6 punch
23:23, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC Cicada, rolled 15 using 22-3d6.  DCV hit throwing punch.
23:23, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC Cicada, rolled 33 (with 9 body) using 9 with the Hero (Champions) system.  damage, after negation.
NightHawk takes eleven STUN, no BODY.
23:26, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC Cicada, rolled 3 using 9-1d6.  knockback.
NightHawk flies back six meters.

This message was last edited by the GM at 04:32, Sat 31 Aug 2019.

OOC: in phase 2 we had NightHawk with a wing buffet, Cicada resisting knockback
in phase 3 several crewmen fire their pistols in the general direction of NightHawk and Cicada but they all miss, in phase 4 Cicada punches NightHawk.

Phase list
2. Cicada,NightHawk
3. Mr. Magnum,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk
5. Mr. Magnum
6. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Mr. Magnum
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Mr. Magnum
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Mr. Magnum,crewmen

Nighthawk rides out Cicada's punch and flies lower, staying out of Magnum's firing arc. Putting his skill into defense, Nighthawk slashes down with his wings, sending another flurry of painful pinfeathers at the gun-wielding crewmen.



22:29, Today: NightHawk rolled 14 using 20-3d6.  To hit DCV 3 Hex. HITS DCV 14.

22:30, Today: NightHawk rolled 1 using 1d6.  RKA damage.

22:30, Today: NightHawk rolled 6 using 1d3+3.  Stun multiplier .
All crew in 18m line takes 6 STUN, A-P.



Nighthawk DCV 12.

NightHawk propels himself towards the yacht as he throws another set of pinfeathers into its crew. He notices Mr. Magnum has taken a position on the aft deck allowing him to see both sides of the yacht. This pinfeather attack strikes the same number of crew, but dissipates against them.

OOC: Assuming all of NightHawk's movement has been towards the boat places NightHawk 83m away.

Phase list
2. Cicada,NightHawk
3. Mr. Magnum,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk
5. Mr. Magnum
6. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Mr. Magnum
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Mr. Magnum
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Mr. Magnum,crewmen

This message was last edited by the GM at 04:37, Mon 02 Sept 2019.

Nighthawk swoops lower, angling for a dive at the waterline of the yatch. As he closes to 48m, he releases more pinfeathers to knock out the crew.



22:59, Today: NightHawk rolled 13 using 20-3d6.  To hit DCV 3 Hex.

23:00, Today: NightHawk rolled 6 using 1d6.  RKA damage.

23:00, Today: NightHawk rolled 5 using 1d3+3.  Stun multiplier .

All crewmen in an 18m line take 30 STUN A-P from killing attack.



Nighthawk DCV 12.

NightHawk continues to approach the ship and again does some damage to the crewmen. None of the crewmen can draw a bead on NightHawk, so they busy themselves with shaking off the effects of the pinfeathers. Cicada maneuvers.

OOC: NightHawk's movement has placed him 48m away from the boat.

Phase list
2. Cicada,NightHawk
3. Mr. Magnum,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk
5. Mr. Magnum
6. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Mr. Magnum
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Mr. Magnum
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Mr. Magnum,crewmen

"anyone want to play catch up?  I could get us to the ship via a brief visit to Toonyverse? Ghost Dancer, Shadow Strike are you game? But if you are be warned, avoid the Chocolate Cream Pies if at all possible.  It would only be a few moments so we should be safe... kind of."
This message was last edited by the player at 09:09, Wed 04 Sept 2019.

Ghost Dancer was a little suspicious, ”Toonyverse? Uhh...sure?”

Nighthawk flies lower, banking to approach the yacht at the prow. His pinfeathers lash out once more to try to knock out crewmen.

35m lower, 9 OCV, 12 DCV

11:13, Today: NightHawk rolled 12 using 20-3d6.  To hit DCV 3 Hex.

11:13, Today: NightHawk rolled 4 using 1d6.  RKA damage.

11:12, Today: NightHawk rolled 4 using 1d3+3.  Stun multiplier .

Crew takes 16 STUN, RKA A-P.

not hearing any response from Shadow Strike, Drifter figures the fellow is making his own way.

"Placing his hand on Ghost Dancers shoulder I remind him to relax it is not as if we were going to a dentist or anything.  Toonyverse is fun and you can get some very interesting items here."
 zing
"Like portable holes."
tzang
"Were back
with no hassle no foul

Now just lets see if the Multiverse is going to collapse on itself??? JK JK that has only happened once.:)"
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Frank did not shy away but did looked a little worried. ”You are not making me feel better about this.”

"Sorry Ghost Dancer... occupational hazard I guess:(  Most people find visiting limited edition comics unnerving."
[Language unknown: Nc ard ce lente tothisadek ad ie whetiooveven a? O ca si wi at?
Ieolnt acoul titapl ng ndeevekor warut ushiplwa ss rofo po an oltawh ilevwa con.]

NightHawk continues to approach the ship and again does some damage to the crewmen. At this point, the crew have massed on the side opposite NightHawk. Mr. Magnum moves to that side of the boat and takes aim at NightHawk. Cicada parallels NightHawk's course, but does not dive, he is now above and a few meters ahead of NightHawk.

OOC: NightHawk's movement has placed him 31m away from the boat.

Phase list
2. Cicada,NightHawk
3. Mr. Magnum,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk
5. Mr. Magnum
6. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Mr. Magnum
9. Cicada,,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Mr. Magnum
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Mr. Magnum,crewmen

This message was last edited by the GM at 11:45, Tue 10 Sept 2019.

Nighthawk flies at the boat, then quick-flaps his wings to send a strong burst of wind at Mr Magnum, hoping to knock him off his feet and ruin his shot.

3 CSLs into DCV.



20:44, Today: NightHawk rolled 7 using 20-3d6.  To hit Mr Magnum, Range 13m, OCV 9 DCV 12. Hits DCV 7.

20:45, Today: NightHawk rolled 28 using 8d6.  8d6 Blast, Double Knockback.
Attack does 7 BODY, 28 STUN


20:46, Today: NightHawk rolled 4 using 14-2d6 with rolls of 6,4.  Knockback.
4m knockback into wall.

20:47, Today: NightHawk rolled 18 using 4d6 with rolls of 4,6,4,4.  Knockback damage.
5 BODY, 18 STUN

NightHawk slams a wing buffet at Mr. Magnum. The latter sits inside a force bubble that actually glows for a bit before steadying. Mr. Magnum doesn't react, continuing to stare into the middle distance with his weapon braced and set. Several of the other crewmen fire at NightHawk, but none actually strike the bird man. Cicada turns and flies by NightHawk, the bug man extends a chitinous foot which whips at the bird man.

OOC: NightHawk's movement has placed him 14m away from the boat.
Cicada (OCV 9, DCV 7) performs a move by on NightHawk, damage is 5 1/2d6 + 5d6, NightHawk's damage negation brings the damage down to 8 1/2d6, Cicada's damage negation means this is what he takes one-third of
06:28, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC Cicada, rolled 13 using 20-3d6.  move by hits DCV.
06:30, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC Cicada, rolled 30 (with 10 body) using 8 with the Hero (Champions) system.  move by damage (8 1/2d6).
06:31, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC Cicada, rolled 4 using 1d6.  damage (half die).
NightHawk takes ten STUN

Phase list
2. Cicada,NightHawk
3. Mr. Magnum,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk
5. Mr. Magnum
6. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Mr. Magnum
9. Cicada,,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Mr. Magnum
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Mr. Magnum,crewmen

Nighthawk flaps hard to overtake Cicada. As he draws even with the bug, his claws lash out to scrape the chitinous armored carapace.



01:03, Today: NightHawk rolled 9 using 20-3d6 with rolls of 1,4,6.  To hit Cicada OCV 9 DCV 12.

01:02, Today: NightHawk rolled 15 using 4d6 with rolls of 3,6,2,4.  HKA damage.

01:02, Today: NightHawk rolled 4 using 1d3+2.  Stun multiplier.


If the blow lands, Cicada take 15 BODY 60 STUN

OOC: Had to edit in +2 STUN MULTIPLIER
This message was last edited by the player at 08:09, Wed 11 Sept 2019.

As NightHawk's claws scrape at Cicada's carapace, it sounds like a football team scraping their fingernails on a chalk board. Cicada flits 10m straight up, then sneers back at NightHawk. The insect-themed assailant shakes his hands as he opens his fists, the sound of his claws rasping on each other is reminiscent of butcher knives being pulled from a knife block.

Phase list
2. Cicada,NightHawk
3. Mr. Magnum,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk
5. Mr. Magnum
6. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Mr. Magnum
9. Cicada,,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Mr. Magnum
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Mr. Magnum,crewmen

OOC:
03:02, Yesterday: NightHawk rolled 15 using 4d6 with rolls of 3,6,2,4.  HKA damage.
03:02, Yesterday: NightHawk rolled 2 using 1d3.  Stun multiplier .
I've got NightHawk's claw attack as 3½d6 with STR (increased STUN multiplier changes the number of DC's per die). Cicada has damage negation that reduces the attack to 3d6.
Dropping the last die rolled yields 11 BODY and 44 STUN.
Cicada takes no BODY damage but does take some STUN.
This message was last edited by the GM at 01:13, Fri 13 Sept 2019.

Nighthawk, dodging and weaving as he flies, sweeps past the prow of the yacht. As he does so, his claws lash out to rip a gouge in the yacht's hull at the waterline. Hoping to give the villains on the boat something to worry about as water pours in, Nighthawk flies past, preparing to come about.

3 CSLs to DCV


03:33, Today: NightHawk rolled 10 using 20-3d6 with rolls of 4,4,2.  To hit Boat at Waterline, OCV 9 DCV 12. Hits DCV 10 hull.

03:32, Today: NightHawk rolled 11 using 4d6 with rolls of 6,1,1,3.  HKA damage.
11 BODY to Hull.

As NightHawk rips a substantial hole in the hull, Mr. Magnum steps up to the bow and tosses a small ball at the flying bird man. As he prepares to come about, the small ball reaches NightHawk's location and goes off in a manner similar to an air bag. The resultant blob of tarry foam engulfs NightHawk, who drops into the water, unable to flap his wings.
Cicada zips down to the floating blob and tosses it to the deck of the boat, while several of the crew head down and forward to shore up the holes in the hull. Magnum covers NightHawk, pointing yet another gun at the creature. Cicada is cleaning the goo from his hands. The Captain and crew are cleaning up and patching holes. A portal opens just above and dead center to the yacht, and Drifter emerges, with backup.

OOC: Mr. Magnum using blob grenade
07:19, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC Mr. Magnum, rolled 9,12 using 4d6,22-3d6 ((3,2,3,1,4,5,1)).
It's a 2 DEF, 3 BODY Entangle
Post-segment 12 recoveries are now applied, and Drifter arrives with the cavalry

I'm sorry I don't really know what to roll here. I want to just drop onto the deck and start shooting.

Frank jumped onto the deck, doing a circus performer like front roll so that he can pop up and start shooting. He is trained to make himself a difficult target so he is always in motion, kind of zig-zagging around the deck and shooting at whoever is in the way that is on the "other team."

As the three heroes come through the portal, each reacts in his own way. Ghost Dancer appears ready to do some shooting, Shadow Strike appears ready to vanish, and Drifter appears ready to, um, to, uh, DRIFT! Yeah, that's it! Ready to drift!
OOC:

2. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
3. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
5. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
6. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen

This message was last edited by the GM at 02:53, Mon 30 Sept 2019.

In reply to The Great Karnac (msg # 191):

:) Nah Drifter is in fact setting his Mini-Gun on his back as it is a little too cumbersome to use in close combat and getting out his his Andromedan Assault Taser once again planing to support others in their assaults.

After a moment, Drifter appears to hear something on his radio that gets him thinking.
"You guys hold 'em, I'll get more backup," he says before leaping back through a portal, apparently traveling to police headquarters.
This message was last edited by the GM at 02:56, Mon 30 Sept 2019.

Cicada launches himself twenty meters into the air, where he remains.
OOC:

2. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
3. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
5. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
6. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen

Segment 2

OOC: As I got globbed and casually cut myself free on segment 12, I take my post-12. My segment 2 is used up climbing onto the foil and spotting whatever damage I did to the prow. Did I do much, or is it reinforced?

01:01, Today: NightHawk rolled 8 using 3d6 with rolls of 3,2,3.  Perception 16-, +6 vs Range mods (sight).
This message was last edited by the player at 08:01, Mon 30 Sept 2019.

NightHawk latches on to one of the foils as they emerge from the water (the ship is speeding up).
OOC:

2. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
3. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
5. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
6. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen

Frank will hide where ever possible, so as to get the drop on his adversaries. He waits until one or more (preferably more) are close and then shots the closest and uses his body as s shield to drive foward into the next.
This message was last edited by the GM at 13:53, Mon 30 Sept 2019.

Ghost Dancer shoots a crew member, and the crew member staggers back and drops his pistol. Mr. Magnum grabs another crew member and points at the rifle while instructing the crew member to do something. Then he steps back and draws his own weapon.
OOC:

2. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
3. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
5. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
6. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen

Shadow Strike drops to the deck, landing between two crewmen. Spinning in place, his left foot whips up to kick at the each crewman in turn.

OOC: multiple attack with martial strike, -2 OCV for one attack beyond the first, four levels on OCV, one on DCV, martial strike is +0 OCV, +2 DCV, final OCV 6, DCV 5
00:03, Today: The Great Karnac, on behalf of Shadow Strike, rolled 6,7 using 17-3d6,17-3d6.  multiple attack on two crewman, DCV hit.
00:05, Today: The Great Karnac, on behalf of Shadow Strike, rolled 35 (with 10 body) using 12 with the Hero (Champions) system.  damage.
00:05, Today: The Great Karnac, on behalf of Shadow Strike, rolled 3 using 10-3d6.  knockback first strike.
00:05, Today: The Great Karnac, on behalf of Shadow Strike, rolled 46 (with 14 body) using 12 with the Hero (Champions) system.  damage.
00:06, Today: The Great Karnac, on behalf of Shadow Strike, rolled 4 using 14-3d6.  knockback second strike.
Shadow Strike hasn't been on in a week, so I'm going to control his character to keep things moving.

Shadow Strike slams kicks into two crewmen. One is knocked back into a third crewmen, who, rather than move, allows the struck fellow to bounce off him. That crew member is on the deck, attempting to stand. The other is slammed into the bulkhead, then falls to the deck and lays still.
The crewmen begin to organize, attempting to use the boat as cover and continue shooting at the intruders. Despite their terrain advantage, the boat's crew are more competent seaman than gangsters. No one is hit as they fire (mostly) blindly at the intruders.
Cicada flies down to stand on the other hydrofoil, awaiting NightHawk.

OOC:

2. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
3. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
5. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
6. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen

This message was last edited by the GM at 05:33, Thu 10 Oct 2019.

Frank continues to move in and out of cover, firing and retreating only to fire again.

05:39, Today: Secret Roll: Ghost Dancer rolled 1 using 1d3.  stun.
05:39, Today: Secret Roll: Ghost Dancer rolled 2 using 1d6.  Damage.
05:39, Today: Secret Roll: Ghost Dancer rolled 5 using 20-3d6

Nighthawk asks Cicada "why are you in a hurry. Slow down and chill out, my friend." Then Nighthawk does his best to cripple one leg of the hydrofoil.


01:31, Today: NightHawk rolled 6 using 3d6.  Hit Hydrofoil, OCV 9 DCV 12. Crit vs boat DCV?

01:30, Today: NightHawk rolled 14 using 4d6.  HKA damage. Or 24 BODY if crit is valid.

Still calling orders at the crewmen, Mr. Magnum fires his weapon (which appears to be an Automag modified for fully automatic firing) at Ghost Dancer. Both rounds score, but only peripherally. Ghost Dancer has what is commonly called "only a flesh wound".

OOC: all levels on DCV, 9 vs ranged and 8 vs HTH, fires a two round burst at Ghost Dancer
00:15, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC Mr. Magnum, rolled 9 using 19-3d6.  attack with SMG (two rounds autofire at Ghost Dancer).
both rounds hit
00:16, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC Mr. Magnum, rolled 8 body damage and 16 stun using the Hero 6th Edition, Killing Attack system.  damage with SMG.
does 1 BODY and no STUN
00:17, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC Mr. Magnum, rolled 8 body damage and 24 stun using the Hero 6th Edition, Killing Attack system.  damage with SMG.
does 1 BODY and no STUN
Ghost Dancer has 2 BODY damage, but no STUN

NightHawk damages the foil badly enough to collapse the thing, the boat begins to list severely. Cicada launches himself vertically from the foil he is on and disappears from NightHawk's view just as he appears flying through the air over one side of the boat.

OOC:

2. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
3. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
5. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
6. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen

OOC ?

This message was last edited by the GM at 04:43, Tue 15 Oct 2019.

Cartwheeling across the deck to two more crewmembers, Shadow Strike jams his hands into the necks of both.

OOC: multiple attack with nerve strike, -2 OCV for one attack beyond the first, five levels on OCV, nerve strike is -1 OCV, +1 DCV, final OCV 6, DCV 4
07:15, Today: The Great Karnac, on behalf of Shadow Strike, rolled 8,9 using 17-3d6,17-3d6.  nerve strike attack rolls.
07:16, Today: The Great Karnac, on behalf of Shadow Strike, rolled 20,20 using 5d6,5d6.  multiple nerve strike damage roll.
Shadow Strike hasn't been on in two weeks, so I'm going to control his character to keep things moving.
This message was last updated by the GM at 12:34, Tue 15 Oct 2019.

Shadow Strike hits two crew members, but they are unaffected.
Cicada flies over, and in front of, the yacht waving excitedly. The insect man finishes his flight 25m above the water and 10m in front of the yacht. The yacht begins to slow down.
OOC:

2. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
3. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
5. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
6. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen

psst GM ! You sued Shade's character instead of Shadow Strike in your previous post :p

This message was last edited by the GM at 12:36, Tue 15 Oct 2019.

Nighthawk flies over to the other hydrofoil strut and severs it neatly.

3 CSLs to DCV
Fly <17m to other strut.


01:56, Today: NightHawk rolled 8 using 3d6.  To hit Foil, OCV 9 DCV 12.
Hits left side foil strut.

01:56, Today: NightHawk rolled 17 using 4d6 with rolls of 2,5,6,4.  HKA damage.
17 BODY to boat

Frank kept firing at the leader of the villains on the boat.

13:33, Today: Secret Roll: Ghost Dancer rolled 3 using 1d3.  Stun.
13:32, Today: Secret Roll: Ghost Dancer rolled 6 using 1d6.  Damage.
13:31, Today: Secret Roll: Ghost Dancer rolled 7 using 1d20-3d6.  Gun Attack.

This message was last edited by the GM at 13:00, Wed 23 Oct 2019.

NightHawk eliminates the second metal foil, and the yacht slows more. Ghost Dancer gets off a good shot, and Mr. Magnum is surprised, if not stunned, when he actually feels the shot through his force field.
OOC:

2. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
3. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
5. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
6. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen

This message was last updated by the GM at 17:19, Sun 03 Nov 2019.

Nighthawk flies up and over the side of the craft, arrowing himself for Mr Magnum. He has been able to hear the distinctive bark of Magnum's heavy weapon and has decided that Magnum is too dangerous. With claws outstretched, Nighthawk slices at Magnum's force field, cutting deep.


00:45, Today: NightHawk rolled 10 using 20-3d6.  To hit Mr Magnum, OCV 9 DCV 12.
Hits DCV 10.

00:48, Today: NightHawk rolled 16 using 4d6.  HKA damage.

00:47, Today: NightHawk rolled 5 using 1d3+2.  Stun multiplier .

Nighthawk's attack does 16 BODY, 80 STUN.

Rather than trust his (already breached) force field, Mr. Magnum attempts to ride out the blow and minimize the damage. In the process, he allows the blow from NightHawk's claws to toss him back over the rail and off the boat.

OOC: 22:12, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC Mr. Magnum, rolled 9 using 3d6.  activate armor -11.
Mr. Magnum's armor works, but he aborts to roll with the punch (block after attack to halve damage)
Mr Magnum rolls 19-3d6 against NightHawk's OCV to roll with punch
22:18, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC Mr. Magnum, rolled 10 using 19-3d6.  rolling with punch.
damage is halved, no body and four STUN
12:17, Today: The Great Karnac, on behalf of NightHawk, rolled 6 using 16-2d6.  possible knockback.
12m knockback - 6m knockback resistance is 6m back, over the side

This message was last edited by the GM at 18:21, Sun 03 Nov 2019.

As the yacht comes down from the foils and slows, apparently halting, NightHawk claws almost cut through Mr. Magnum's force field. Mr. Magnum flies over the side of the boat, apparently falling into the water.

OOC:

2. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
3. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
5. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
6. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen

This message was last edited by the GM at 18:21, Sun 03 Nov 2019.

Frank called out from a position behind a box or smoke stack, wherever he was currently using for cover, ”Hey fellas, your boss is sharkfood. If you don’t wanna join him, drop your guns in the next three seconds.

I’m attempting to intimidate them, what so I roll? As a bonus I mean?


This message was last edited by the GM at 07:45, Tue 05 Nov 2019.

Frank continued shooting, as they didin’t throw down their weapons.

11:31, Today: Ghost Dancer rolled 9 using 20-3d6.


This message was last edited by the GM at 15:20, Fri 08 Nov 2019.

Although not visible to those on the yacht, Mr. Magnum does something.

Somersaulting across the deck, Shadow Strike kips up to kick a crewman.

OOC: 09:19, Today: The Great Karnac, on behalf of Shadow Strike, rolled 10,15 using 3d6,3d6.  acrobatics and breakfall.
09:17, Today: The Great Karnac, on behalf of Shadow Strike, rolled 10,39 using 3d6,12d6.  attack roll, damage roll.
is actually 39 STUN 9 BODY

Ghost Dancer shoots again. This time the bullet strikes the crewman directly between his eyes. The crewman's head snaps back, while his eyeballs remain stationary. When the crewman raises his head, his eyes are hanging by copper wire. The crewman starts to feel around him with his left hand while he continues to point his pistol with his right.
Shadow Strike kicks another crewman, the latter is knocked off his feet and begins to spin "Curly circles"^* on the deck.
Cicada rises from beneath the deck level, just off the port side (directly in front of NightHawk. A large 'boom box' (battery operated CD player with large attached speakers) is clutched in his hands and held above his head. As Wagner's Walkürenritt begins to sound from the machine, Cicada rolls his eyes and takes one hand from the CD player to point first at the ghetto blaster, and then down to the man held tightly between Cicada's ankles.
Mr. Magnum, riding Cicada like a human swing, is seen immediately afterward as he rises from an uncertain watery end.

OOC:

2. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
3. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
5. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
6. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen

^*

Nighthawk has had enough of the drama. Seeing a cyborg, Nighthawk screeches "Nighthawk HATES guns. Drop guns or Nighthawk makes cyborg sashimi!" He makes a devastating strike against the cyborg.

11:01, Today: NightHawk rolled 4 using 3d6.  To hit crewman with robotic eyes, OCV 9 DCV 12. Hits DCV 16.

11:00, Today: NightHawk rolled 23 using 4d6.  HKA damage.

10:59, Today: NightHawk rolled 4 using 1d3+2.  Stun multiplier .

Attack does 23 BODY, 92 STUN armor-piercing.
How much bonus to 5d6 PRE attack?


This message was last edited by the GM at 19:45, Fri 08 Nov 2019.

Ride of the Valkyries just finishes the first fanfares and Mr. Magnum gives everyone a glimpse into his psyche as he unloads his special weapon at NightHawk while screaming "this isn't a damned gun, this is a holy weapon."

OOC: 14:13, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC Mr. Magnum, rolled 15,13 using 22-3d6,22-3d6.  attack rolls, multiple attack.
There's an additional -2 for the multiple attack that I missed, so thoses rolls are actually 13 and 11.
First attack hits at 13. Second attack misses.
14:20, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC Mr. Magnum, rolled 8,9,6,3,2 using 1d6+1d3,1d6+1d3,1d6+1d3,1d6+1d3,1d6+1d3.  body damage.
14:21, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC Mr. Magnum, rolled 1,2,2,1,2 using 1d3,1d3,1d3,1d3,1d3.  STUN mods.
Attack is double armor piercing

attack	BODY	STUN	BODY TO TARGET	STUN TO TARGET
1	8	8	3	0
2	9	18	4	0
3	6	12	1	0
4	3	3	0	0
5	2	4	0	0

NightHawk takes 3 BODY, 0 STUN.

2. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
3. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
5. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
6. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen

This message was last edited by the GM at 04:56, Sun 10 Nov 2019.

Frank tried to line up a shot on the leader. When he was confident he squeezed the trigger.

16:07, Today: Ghost Dancer rolled 2 using 1d3.  Stun.
16:06, Today: Ghost Dancer rolled 4 using 1d6.  Damage.
16:06, Today: Ghost Dancer rolled 5 using 20-3d6.  Attack Magnum Condom Man.

He was aware that something was wrong with one of the thugs, but the tunnel vision of combat made him put it in the “not right now” box.
This message was lightly edited by the GM at 21:54, Fri 08 Nov 2019.

Cartwheeling across the deck, Shadow Strike kicks another crewman.

OOC: 23:01, Today: The Great Karnac, on behalf of Shadow Strike, rolled 12,10 using 3d6,20-3d6.  acrobatics, DCV hit.
Acrobatics made by two, hit DCV 10 or less
23:01, Today: The Great Karnac, on behalf of Shadow Strike, rolled 48 (with 14 body) using 12 with the Hero (Champions) system.  damage.
48 STUN 14 BODY

Tossing Mr. Magnum onto the deck of the yacht, Cicada also throws the boom box in the same area. Despite the glare Mr. Magnum sends back at him, Cicada zips away vertically and then hovers about 25m above the yacht.

Ghost Dancer's shot goes wide, Shadow Strike's kick does not. The lack of blood spewing from the open neck of the crewman Shadow Strike kicks is almost as frightening as the head rolling across the deck shouting "somebody catch me!" before it goes over the side of the yacht.

2. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
3. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
5. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
6. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen

Finding Magnum a bit resiliant, Nighthawk targets Magnum's gun.

OCV 12 DCV 9

11:27, Today: NightHawk rolled 11 using 23-3d6.  HKA targetting Magnum's gun.

11:28, Today: NightHawk rolled 12 using 4d6.  HKA damage.

Hits DCV 11, does 12 BODY to firearm.

NightHawk's claw cuts at Mr. Magnum's weapon, but finds Mr. Magnum's force field protecting it. Although the weapon is knocked aside, it isn't damaged.
Cicada swoops down and retrieves the head before it's lost at sea, and tosses said item into the lap of the headless android (it's definitely obvious, at this point) it came from.
Mr. Magnum, angry at NightHawk after the latter struck at his weapon, throws an ill-advised punch at the werebeast. Despite Magnum's training and the advantages he receives from his force field, he misses.
At this point, fully half of the android crewmen are not functional. Cicada has been avoiding most of the fighting, and is obviously watching NightHawk. Mr. Magnum has shown himself to be ineffective, but refuses to quit.

2. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
3. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
5. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
6. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen

Whatever this guys was, Frank's gun seemed ineffective. He wished he had brought something heavier. He fired off another shot.

16:31, Today: Ghost Dancer rolled 1 using 1d3.  stun.
16:31, Today: Ghost Dancer rolled 2 using 1d6.  Damage.
16:30, Today: Ghost Dancer rolled 4 using 20-3d6.  Attack Magnum.

Nighthawk attempts once more to hit the gun-weilding fanatic, Mr Magnum.

3 CSLs into DCV

07:34, Today: NightHawk rolled 12 using 20-3d6.  Claw attack OCV 9 DCV 12.

07:33, Today: NightHawk rolled 16 using 4d6.  HKA damage

07:35, Today: NightHawk rolled 4 using 1d3+2.  Stun multiplier .
attack hits 12 DCV, Does 16 BODY, 64 STUN.

Suddenly appearing behind another crew member, Shadow Strike sweeps the crew member's leg from beneath them and drops the crew member heavily to the deck.

OOC: NPC'ed,
21:15, Today: The Great Karnac, on behalf of Shadow Strike, rolled 13 using 22-3d6.  to hit with legsweep.
21:16, Today: The Great Karnac, on behalf of Shadow Strike, rolled 36 (with 10 body) using 11 with the Hero (Champions) system.  damage for legsweep.

Mr. Magnum tries to maneuver around NightHawk so that Ghost Dancer would have to shoot through the birdman. Although Ghost Dancer fails to hit him, Magnum's dodge lead him right into NightHawk's claw attack and the soldier goes down to the deck, kneeling on all fours.
Shadow Strike sweeps another leg, and another crew member begins to run curly circles^*.
The remaining six crew members, probably aghast at seeing one of their peer's heads kicked right off the body, aim at Shadow Strike and fire their handguns.
As Mr. Magnum begins to struggle to his feet, Cicada swoops in and grabs him, lifting him out and away from the yacht. Before anyone can react the two are 30m away and heading off in the same direction the yacht was going.

OOC: turn ends, all receive a free recovery, the next turn begins

2. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
3. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen
4. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
5. Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
6. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,crewmen
7. Cicada,NightHawk
8. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
9. Cicada,NightHawk,crewmen
10. Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike
11. Cicada,NightHawk
12. Cicada,NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,Mr. Magnum,Shadow Strike,crewmen

^*


Shadow Strike's DCV is 9

shooter	roll	result	damage
1	11	hit	4 BODY 12 STUN
2	8	miss	6 BODY 18 STUN
3	14	hit	2 BODY 4 STUN
4	11	hit	6 BODY 6 STUN
5	5	miss	5 BODY 5 STUN
6	12	hit	3 BODY 3 STUN

rolls
21:24, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC yacht crew members, rolled 11,8,14,11,5,12 using 21-3d6,21-3d6,21-3d6,21-3d6,21-3d6,21-3d6.  shooting at Shadow Strike (1 through 6).
21:28, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC crew member 6, rolled 3,1 using 1d6+1,1d3 with rolls of 2,1.  BODY/STUN multiplier.
21:28, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC crew member 5, rolled 5,1 using 1d6+1,1d3 with rolls of 4,1.  BODY/STUN multiplier.
21:28, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC crew member 4, rolled 6,1 using 1d6+1,1d3 with rolls of 5,1.  BODY/STUN multiplier.
21:28, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC crew member 3, rolled 2,2 using 1d6+1,1d3 with rolls of 1,2.  BODY/STUN multiplier.
21:27, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC crew member 2, rolled 6,3 using 1d6+1,1d3 with rolls of 5,3.  BODY/STUN multiplier.
21:27, Today: The Great Karnac, for the NPC crew member 1, rolled 4,3 using 1d6+1,1d3 with rolls of 3,3.  BODY/STUN multiplier.

None of the bullets have any effect on Shadow Strike

Before they get out of range, Nighthawk identifies Cicada's and Magnum's scents. Cicada might be a more powerful flyer, but Nighthawk could track a mosquito through a swamp.

20:38, Today: NightHawk rolled 9 using 3d6.  Perception 16-, +6 vs Range mods (sight).

Frank shook his head, no way a pistol was getting this job done. He holstered his weapon, smoothed out his suite and tried to figure out the next move.

It becomes quickly obvious that catching Cicada is low in both possibility and priority. There are, however, six more crewmen shooting at the heroes. Apparently they don't know the meaning of 'surrender'.

OOC:

2. NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
3. Shadow Strike,crewmen
4. NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
5. Shadow Strike
6. NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,crewmen
7. NightHawk
8. Ghost Dancer,Shadow Strike
9. NightHawk,crewmen
10. Ghost Dancer,Shadow Strike
11. NightHawk
12. NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,Shadow Strike,crewmen

Nighthawk flies beside the yacht and targets a handgun-toting seaman with his powerful wings sending a wind blast at the foe. The powerful wind cannonballs the crewman into the center cabin.


02:38, Today: NightHawk rolled 14 using 23-3d6.  Wind Blast attack, 12 OCV 9 DCV.
Hits 14 DCV

02:39, Today: NightHawk rolled 34 using 8d6 with rolls of 5,5,6,3,3,3,6,3.  Physical Blast damage, double knockback.
Blast does 10 BODY, 34 STUN Physical

02:40, Today: NightHawk rolled 16 using 20-2d6 with rolls of 2,2.  Knockback.
Blast does 16m knockback into the cabin (splat!)

02:40, Today: NightHawk rolled 49 using 16d6 with rolls of 4,6,5,3,2,6,1,1,3,1,6,1,3,2,4,1.  Knockback damage.
Crewman takes 14 BODY 49 STUN physical damage

NightHawk's powerful wingbeat blasts the crewman back into the cabin wall. The crewman
strikes the wall spread-eagle, and as he does so all four limbs and his head pop off the torso. The six pieces fall to the deck, little wisps of smoke coming from the open joints.
There are only five crewmen left, and they haven't found that dictionary they were looking for so they could look up "quit".

OOC:

2. NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
3. Shadow Strike,crewmen
4. NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
5. Shadow Strike
6. NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,crewmen
7. NightHawk
8. Ghost Dancer,Shadow Strike
9. NightHawk,crewmen
10. Ghost Dancer,Shadow Strike
11. NightHawk
12. NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,Shadow Strike,crewmen

Frank drew his tomahawks and went after the closest robot. He attacked with both weapons.

10:42, Today: Ghost Dancer rolled 4 using 1d6.  Off hand damage.
10:42, Today: Ghost Dancer rolled 6 using 1d6.  Attack damage.
10:40, Today: Ghost Dancer rolled 9 using 20-3d6.  Off hand a Tomahawk attack.
- 2 for two weapons = 7.
10:40, Today: Ghost Dancer rolled 9 using 20-3d6.  Tomahawk attack.
-2 for two weapons = 7.
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Turning to another cannon fodder, Shadow Strike throws a quick punch that spins the things head complete around... twice.

Ghost Dancer's tomahawks and Shadow Strike's fists leave just three crewmen standing, and they miss Ghost Dancer with their shots.

OOC:

2. NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
3. Shadow Strike,crewmen
4. NightHawk,Ghost Dancer
5. Shadow Strike
6. NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,crewmen
7. NightHawk
8. Ghost Dancer,Shadow Strike
9. NightHawk,crewmen
10. Ghost Dancer,Shadow Strike
11. NightHawk
12. NightHawk,Ghost Dancer,Shadow Strike,crewmen

Nighthawk flies at another crewman, his claws slicing out wires instead of entrails.


3 levels to OCV
12 OCV 9 DCV


00:24, Today: NightHawk rolled 11 using 23-3d6.  To hit with 12 OCV

00:25, Today: NightHawk rolled 11 using 4d6.  HKA damage

00:26, Today: NightHawk rolled 4 using 1d3+2.  Stun multiplier .

Attack hits DCV 11, does 11 BODY, 44 STUN

As it is obvious what will happen, we will assume the remaining crew are taken care of. The crewmen no longer functional, hydrofoils damaged and engines shut down, quiet descends on the Sailfishking.

Frank spun around, lashing out at the mechanical men two at a time with his ancestral weapons. When all of the androids were reduced to gears and scrap he was only breathing a little heavily. ”Well...that was exciting.” There is a little sarcasm in his voice.

The bright sun beats down on the stranded yacht, and there's little to do. It soon dawns on our heroes that the man who brought them to the yacht seems to be somewhere else.

Frank decided to see if he could pilot the yacht back to shore.

Although the controls are clearly labeled, and the wheelhouse contains a typical wheel, forward of the standard arrangement is a sort of driver's seat before a butterfly steering wheel. In addition to the standard compass, a HUD is projected on the windscreen. In addition to this high tech assemblage, a clipboard with a single piece of paper hangs on a hook by the wheel. On the paper is a set of coordinates (latitude and longitude) and the statement "Transmit signal at ETA minus 10".

OOC: operating the yacht is possible, every maneuver will require a skill roll (unskilled attempts start at six or less to succeed before difficulty modifiers)
there is a radio satellite array, so communications to shore are possible if someone has the skill
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Once the last crew android is dispatched, Nighthawk launches himself higher, claiming " Craugh, I caught their scent. I will attempt to track where they flew."


08:29, Today: NightHawk rolled 12 using 3d6.  Perception 16-, Tracking.

NightHawk has no trouble discovering the direction the pair is traveling.

Frank wished he had paid more attention when they were teaching how to sail at the academy. It seemed simple enough but he was honestly afraid he might wreck the thing. He headed back to the others, ”Any of you know how to operate a boat? Or a radio? I’m afraid all this modern technology has me a little baffled. Hey where is the cartoon land guy?”

Nighthawk lands as most of his feathers start to dissipate. He says "I have a heading, but the sun is coming out. I cannot fly during the day. But perhaps if this boat has maps we can chart their line of travel." He starts looking throughout the ship for something like navigational maps.

The yacht has a typical set of nautical charts, mostly covering the Caribbean. The only other item of interest is a small notebook found in the captain's cabin. The single entry in the book appears as follows:

transmit-
• Shadow to Overlord

reply -
• Overlord; Go Shadow

transmit-
• The Hawk has arrived. Repeat. The Hawk has arrived

reply -
• Overlord; Hear you Shadow bring it home.

transmit-
• Bringing her in Overlord.

Just as the heroes begin to feel bored, a familiar figure appears above the boat. He slowly spirals down to land on the deck.
"Hey, guys! Sorry about that. Detective Broyko needed a wing man when the pretty new UNTIL agent showed up."
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Frank looked pleased that Drifter had returned, ”So good of you to come back old boy. Have you any experience with these modern radios?”

In reply to The Great Karnac (msg # 249):

Nighthawk scents the paper, trying to get an idea of how long ago this was penned.


20:03, Today: NightHawk rolled 9 using 3d6.  Scent Perception 16-.

OOC: Tracking Scent helps determine how old a scent is. Don't know why that cannot apply to dried ink....

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When Drifter shows up, Nighthawk explains "outside of a set of powered individuals, the crew were all robots. Very lifelike. There was a werecreature like me named Cicada, a tough gunman I called Magnum who had a forcefield, and a teleporter who left early. I disabled the craft, but Cicada took Magnum and left faster than I can follow. I have their scent, but cannot follow them in sunlight. Perhaps someone can chart their course. We are stuck without knowing how to pilot this ship."

"Am I the only one wondering how many church members are mechanoids? Just how big is this church? Would it be big enough to use as an army?"
After fiddling with his cell a bit, he asks Drifter, "how can we contact Broyko? He dumped me out here with no intel, and I think it's because he doesn't have any to share. We need to let him know what we found."

NightHawk determines that the instructions are only a few days old.

Nighthawk says "I find this very odd, but these robots smell like humans. We should take some of them with us for scientists to study. Perhaps a means of Detection can be created?"

In reply to NightHawk (msg # 255):

"Androids my dear fellow, I do believe the correct term used for these constructs is Androids.  Robots are far less sophisticated.  If I am not mistaken I may know of a couple of technicians who might be persuaded to assist with working out what to do with them... though once again it would mean a road trip.


Any one interested in a road trip?"

The birdman nods assent. "A road trip would be helpful, thank you." he says as he gathers two android bodies.

"I'll stay here and watch the boat. Don't forget to send me a ride, I'm not fond of swimming."

Frank nodded, ”Sure, lets roll out.”

Putting a hand on the shoulder of the two who want to go, Drifter says.  "We are off to see the Wizard..." just as we head off to Westworld.

Nighthawk asks Drifter "can you also transport my carry-ons?", referring to the two android bodies in Nighthawk's grip.

In reply to NightHawk (msg # 261):

Pausing in though.  "Good Idea, I am glad you thought of it." ensuring I was touching all '4' bodies we head off to Westworld.

OOC:- Lets see if it has garned enough psychic energy to exist.

Sprouting a mischievous grin Drifter adds.  "We'errr off to see the Wizard..."
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Nighthawk groans. "No wizards....please. That's how I became a werecreature in the first place."

It is a small matter for the Westworld technicians to repair the damaged units. In the process, they indicate how impressed they are with the werehawk unit you've brought with you. Before reactivating the units, the technicians make a few notes on the motivational circuit which are not what they're used to seeing. Perhaps they'll incorporate these into some of their more important models.
The reset androids are compliant and non-violent, but also devoid of memory or personality. When you return to the vessel, the androids return to their basic functions and begin repairing the other androids and the boat. They answer all questions truthfully, mechanically, and without exposing any new information.

Frank has no idea what the pop culture references are, but he doesn’t let it bother him. He is used to feeling lost in the modern world. Instead of listening to the tech guys drown on he went around looking at the pretty blinking lights.

Of note, here, is that almost all of the navigational data has been copied at one time or another. The intended destination of this vessel would be easy to uncover. Drifter is aboard and could transport all parties back to police headquarters.
What do you do?

Frank had no idea what to do next, so he waited for a plan from someone else. He felt a little lost, not really knowing much about what was going on.

with a little side trip to pick up Shadow Strike! Drifter begins to think he should start to charge taxi fees to all these trips... lets see 10% of nothing is err nothing :(

"So people where to next?  Gilligan's Island is always nice this time of year but so is The Jupiter 2.

I think I have some Kyber Crystal shipments still to pick up on Tantooine err scrap that... have not even met with my goffer there yet."

Nighthawk suggests "perhaps if we can find out where this ship was headed, we can go there and foil whatever insidious thing they had planned?"

In reply to NightHawk (msg # 269):
Hefting the MiniGun he was still trying to sell, from one shoulder to the other
"It would be so bizarre and totally improbable to discover that the Sailfishking is off on a trip to the coast of Mexico the day after tomorrow. Or would it?

 With or without the Atom bomb or Bio-Weapon on board."

message

Nighthawk returns a message

In reply to NightHawk (msg # 272):

message

In reply to Enforcer (msg # 273):
[Group Radio:
"do not forget we will need a navigator as well"]

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☞  ☞  ☞  ☞  ☞  NEW LOCATION STARTS HERE  ☜  ☜  ☜  ☜  ☜

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As our heroes arrive, they discover absolutely nothing unusual occurring. The hotel in question is right in front of them. It appears that Obsidian had his own travel arrangements as he greets the others.
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In reply to Ghost Dancer (msg # 251):

After pondering the question for awhile Drifter turns to Ghost Dancer and gives the best answer he can.

"There are settings for you to operate that get you to different bands or lines so if we all get them set to one group band we can all talk to each other on that band.  So once set do not play with that dial etc.  To talk you just push and hold the talk button... I think it is considered polite to say something like breaker breaker your name,  then say your piece then say over and I just mean that one word  to let others know you have stopped talking for the moment.  When you have finished and plan to end the call say something like over and out.   But I only know what I have seen in movies and other alternate realities."

Hilo Crusader of the Caves, long time no see.  How are things going?
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Shade moves within the ground, and then flows through the dirt and into the walls of the hotel. Still in a pure energy state, the solid objects all around him should allow him to proceed unseen, while he can see and hear through the shadows-checking on the local area for anything unusual or threating. Also trying not to snoop on people's private lives as much as possible.

The Stuntman hadn't been informed that stealth was the order of the day, and so he felt no reason to hide his presence. Quite the opposite, in fact.

"Nous sommes ici! And that wasn't long at all. I am curious about what kind of relics he has found."

In reply to Drifter (msg # 276):

Darryl rushes up to the unknown Super. Pulling out his notebook and pen, he says "Cave Crusader, right? Tell me a little something about yourself. Hobbies, goals, Origin maybe? My readers love to hear those. Abilities would be helpful too."
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Wraith will also do the stealth gig being able to also go invisible and go  desolid

Blizzard wanting to be polite greeted Obsidian in return. He didn't know them.

"Hello Cave Crusader, good to meet you," he offered.

OOC:

09:11, Today: Blizzard rolled 11 (with 3 body) using 3 with the Hero (Champions) system.  KS: Comic Books 12-.

Does Obsidian have a comic book?

GM:

ntst

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Having nothing to add for now, Knockout just waved to the one called Cave Crusader. For once, she'd stay silent, which was a rare occurrence.
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Professor Michael Robinson arrives to greet the arriving heroes at Hotel Cairo. He is an elderly man who has studied Egyptian cultures all of his adult life. "A few days ago, I uncovered something that would put my name in every Egyptology text book published for the rest of time. I found a tablet upon which were some ancient hieroglyphics. It appeared to have been purposefully defaced, as if to hide what was on it, but I could make out the forms of men carrying the huge blocks from which the pyramids were built. I've begun developing a theory that the pyramids were built through the labor of exceptionally strong people, like yourselves!"

The professor goes on to explain the lack of evidence for his theory to the fact that someone or some group of people obviously tried to destroy all records of such a fact. As an example, he cites the fact that it appears as if someone had tried to destroy the hieroglyphics which he has recently uncovered.

Professor Robinson would like for the heroes to be with him at the time that he presents his theory to the gamut of Egyptian scholars in a few days. He feels that the heroes’ own personal powers will lend credence to his theory. Even better would be if one of the heroes has super-strength himself. Next best would be if the heroes have fought a well known villain with super-strength.

Professor Robinson explains that the meeting is in two more days. He informs them that he has some more preparation which must be made, but he welcomes the heroes to have a look around and enjoy the sites/sights in the meantime. Professor Robinson will also mention that the curator of the Cairo Museum, once he heard that the heroes were coming for a visit, offered to give them a personally guided tour of the museum. Professor Robinson suggests that they accept the offer, for, he notes, there are few who know as much as Manuel (the curator) about Egyptian culture. Professor Robinson would like to meet back at the hotel at 9:00 AM two days later.

In reply to Professor Michael Robinson (msg # 283):

"Now that would be fun.  Professor Robinson would it be of any interest to you to speak with the Ancient Gods of Egypt themselves?  Personall I think it would be fun to chat with Ptah or Anubis just to name a couple of Deities from  the Pantheon.

That is assuming of course that your friend has any depictions of the place made by some true followers of the Egyptian Gods.  I can not go to a place that does not nor never did exist.

They might even give their blessing to your endeavors, then again they might just ask you to not push the envelope.  Still no reason not to try and see now... or is there?  I do love to travel."
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Darryl tells the Professor "I'm no superhero, I just cover them for the tabloids. What I am is a trained Investigator. While I think I could benefit from the tour, I'd much rather look at the site of the defacement to see if I can make any determinations about the ones trying to sabotage your work."

In reply to Darryl Starre (msg # 285):

"Oh don't sell yourself short Mr Starre many reporters are Heroes braving dangers and such... even worse been abused by hecklers to get the truth out there!  Against all odds.  Even going against Editors with malicious intent."

Shade, still observing and listening from a place of concealment, plans on texting his newspaper once he learns a bit more about the defacement. His contacts there might know something about meuseams getting vandalized elsewhere. Could be the same person...

Bobby eager to find additional knowledge for his comic books thinks a tour of the museum would be great. He could see it now Ninjaman vs the Mummy. So would be nice to have some frame of reference to make his comic book more endearing.

"I'd love to take the tour and I'll be there. I fear I do not have superstrength though. My powers are cold/ice control/generation and vibration control/generation. Now on the Crusher team F.I.S.T., Bull and Shrew all possessed strength well beyond that of ordinary men. F.I.S.T.'s strength was derived from his powered armor. Bull and Shrew both had the power naturally. Bull was the strongest of them all, oh man he hates the color red. It makes him become enraged," Blizzard spouted off.

As Wraith reappears from a corner she says "Will 50 tons of lift be enough?"
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"I'm not as strong as Wraith, but It's no secret that I'm superhamnly strong among other things. I just don't see the point. Are you going to pretend there were some kinds of metahumans during the Egyptian pyramid building era ?"

For once, Brooke was not sure she wanted to mingle into such a theory and get associated with such a theory that could impact her image negatively if it was demonstrated it was wrong.
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In reply to Knockout (msg # 290):

"Well if you look at it this way KO.  It would kind of explain beings like Anubis and Ptah"
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"Ya'll ever watched Ancient Aliens, They claim that aliens helped build the pyramids and other ancient structures. I suppose genetically modifying some humans back then by an alien race might seem like gods working and they could produce similar results I'd assume to modern genetic experiments, so I think it is possible," Bobby said.
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Darryl points out "But last year in South America it was demonstrated that large kites could be used to elevate multiton blocks of stone up to 500 feet in the air, using only materials available back then. I can call up the images of the demonstration. They concluded that the Mayans built their temples that way. Perhaps the Egyptians used a similar technique?"
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The Cave Crusader appeared as a "Cave Man" from an old history magazine. He wore an outfit that probably belonged in a Flintstones show.

Responding to drifter "Long time no see? I don't recall seeing you at any point. Were you part of a government research team?"

Responding to Darryl "Another researcher, how many of you are there? I protect have protected the world for 1000's of winters. My origin, I was born like you and probably all people". I have what you might call "magic"

Responding to Blizzard "Greetings, I am the Cave Crusader".

Crusader listened to the conversations and thought about bringing up strength but decided against it. Too dangerous.
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