<strong>Hero Points:</strong>7 (Red Queen), 4 (Hornet), 2 (Scarab)<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She waited for a moment's calm, then motioned for the two other girls to approach.  "We should talk, I know a place."  She lead the way to the laboratory her father had built, assuming they followed.  As soon as they were inside she let her armour melt back into her phone, holding it as she swished her tail in annoyance.  She was dressed in a skirt and corset, a rather odd costume, and she wasn't sure if they'd recognize her or not.  <br/><br/>"We need a plan."  She informed them.  "It was a Redshift Energies truck that blew up."  That much she'd gathered from the communication traffic.  "What skills do you two have?  Do you know technology?  You said you had allies, where are they?  Will they help?  I'm going to gather some of this chaff to study, someone should go stick their nose in Redshift's business to see what is going on.  Why did the truck blow up, and where the hell did they get this technology."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Scarab and Hornet both looked at each other as Neko fired off one question after another.<br/><br/>"You're Alysia Mars!" Hornet exclaimed. "I almost didn't recognize you with the tail and-"<br/><br/>"Wow, you look cute-" Scarab stammered. "Er, I mean, your questions, they're quite a lot. Let's handle them one at a time."<br/><br/>Hornet was already scoping out the laboratory, looking at but not touching its various facilities functions. "I uh, know enough how to run a script or mod a game, but little beyond that. As for our allies...well, that's a longer story."<br/><br/>Although fledgling vigilantes with a a whole lot of trouble on their plate, in due time Hornet and Scarab would explain everything...or at least as much as they could.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Power Points</div><div class="spoiler_body">Each of your PCs now has 2 unspent Power Points from the previous Capers.</div></div><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Clyde's Awakening</span></span></strong><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/oIkDzo2.jpg?2)</div><br/>Clyde's blurred vision prevented him from knowing his location, but the sounds of the television off and to the side, sensation of a bed, and sterile smell told him that he was in a hospital. The passage of time blurred together to the point that he did not know if he was bedridden for hours or days, the nonstop news reports his main source of company.<br/><br/>"This is Caleb Gardner with Channel 12 Eyewitness News. What is now known as the Silver Storm has been determined by experts to be an artificial creation..."<br/><br/>"...spokespeople for Redshift Energies have declined to comment on the affairs..."<br/><br/>"...casualties are estimated in the thousands, over 100 still missing..."<br/><br/>"...Dr. Wang Xiu Ying says that Emerald City may be the new metahuman capital of the United States..."<br/><br/>Clyde sneered. Every report a reminder, an indignity of the hand that Fate had dealt him.<em>Just my luck that I got the short end of the stick. Got no powers to show other than a broken body.</em><br/><br/>The only thing that brought him solace were the footsteps of a nurse, who by the sound of her heels could tell was a woman. He imagined that she was a brunette bombshell, relishing that such an imaginary woman was so close even if to do something as mundane as changing his IV bag. Feeling daring, he reached out and pinched her ass.<br/><br/>"Hey baby, why don't you give me some Tender Loving Care... below the waist?"<br/><br/>He expected a rebuke of some kind, but instead he got silence. Clyde gasped as his covers were pulled down, hands gliding beneath the hospital gown to wordlessly administer a warm caress. It was at that point he knew what happened, that the Silver Storm gave him more than just a hefty medical bill...<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Royalty in Chains</span></span><br/>(https://i.imgur.com/spnAx2R.jpg?1)</div><br/>Anissa began to come to, her body rocked back and forth from an unknown force, head lolling to and fro from a suspended vertical position. Her hands were bound and chained, stretched out in a "y" shape from her body to rings in the walls, and her legs similarly spread. A distinctly muscular body pressed against her, he clothed but she nude as the sensation of leather brushed against her bare flesh. A warm, gushing sensation in her loins made the man grunt as he pulled her closer by the waist. Her vision cleared only after the man spent himself inside her and left, denying her the face of her rapist. Already she could feel his seed dribbling down her legs as the rusty metal door closed and then opened, with three more men entering. The environs appeared to be a dungeon of some sort, but there were precious few clues to indicate where she was being held.<br/><br/><em>Give me a pregnancy roll.</em><br/><br/>The bikers she fought were not among them, but could tell that they were similarly high-ranked to the one that did her in. One of them even wore a skull mask; Angel, leader of the Devil's Advocates!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Threat Report: Angel, the Born Loser, Cueball</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/FENriBf.png) (https://i.imgur.com/7U9riiP.png)<br/><em>Roll me an Intelligence roll to recognize them. This is akin to the Well-Informed Advantage, but given that it's a raw attribute than a skill check she's less likely to know as many details. You can also roll for Angel as in the Shorn Spandex Case Files, (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300880.msg14746647#msg14746647) but gain a +2 bonus due to hearing of him before.</em><br/><br/><strong>Automatic:</strong> Based on their cuts, these are the lieutenants of the Devil's Advocates, much like the superpowered one she fought in their hideout.<br/><strong>DC 10:</strong> The Born Loser is the blonde, rail-thin sickly one: a musician-turned-drug dealer. Cueball is the bearded one and the Devils' main enforcer.<br/><strong>DC 15:</strong> Based on her earlier fight and their Four Horsemen theme, these ones must represent War and Famine. Anissa recalls that the Born Loser once caused a crowd of rival bikers to waste away to skin and bones. Cueball carries around a trusted axe which can break through even solid concrete.</div></div><br/>Angel threw a bucket of cold water upon her even though she was already awake. "Wake up, you stupid cunt!" Angel ordered. "We got some questions for you!"<br/><br/>The sickly man cackled. "She sure looks like a<em>sore</em>sight for<em>sore</em>eyes, President!"<br/><br/>The bearded man said nothing, grinding a whetstone against his shining axe, its telltale sparks one of the few sources of light.<br/><br/>"You may not know my name, but you know who I am," Angel said as he moved straight up to her and grasped her by the throat. "I'm the next big thing to hit Emerald City. Question is, who are you?"<br/><br/>Angel relented his grip on his captive's throat, his hand trailing down to Anissa's bare breasts. He began to squeeze firmly, gradually increasing the pressure until it started to become painful.<br/><br/>"You're going to answer me."