The Last Oddetsey

[steven_mcg]

The team enters the building and follows the corridors through - it looks it was a fairly busy building until this situation went down, and would be well maintained if it wasn't for all the items people dropped during the shock of this assault. The lights are still on at this point, but appear to be on emergency power, while all the other technological gizmos this city is filled with are turned off. It is suspiciously quiet.

Eventually they find themselves heading on into the canteen - a room in the centre of the building with very minimal natural light, and as they enter the door is closed behind them. Several dozen hostages of various species are tied up to tables around an area of floor at the rear of the room, including some children. As they look around the room you can see the minions here:

A dark green human-sized rooster samurai
An Ogre with electrified knuckle dusters
A Wigglytuff necromancer
A tedious looking man with a sleazy little moustache holding loads of postcards

However, the leader is clearly the huge bulky figure in dark armour who stands in the centre of the room. On closer inspection it appears to be made of some sort of textured black plastic, and be secured with white joints.

"Not who I was trying to lure out, but you needed to die at some point anyway" the strange figure declares. "I can't have some people resistant to the rift running around, it would be bad form"

There is something about his voice - the quality of his voice doesn't sound quite normal, there is something a bit weird about it - though their questions are answered almost immediatly

"I am the Death of VHS, bearer of the Rift - any last words before you die?"

You mean, other than "is that it"? If you seriously think a Dark Age monstrosity is going to depose the world's greatest criminal mind with something as banal as a hostage job, you've got another thing coming.

Specifically, this sword in this cane. Woopah!

Come on, you ruffians! Have at thee!

(Finally, a piece of the action!

(First things first, secure the hostages. I can use the Thoughtsteel to create shielding for the poor sods till the fight's over, but it may not be enough for everyone. One of the bigger lads can play defence in that case.

(Me, I'll leave the armoured tape recorder to the hothead and avoid the necromancer where I can. Ruddy magic. I doubt I can match the rooster in fisticuffs - never thought I'd have to say that again - so I'll stick with the other two.

(I can use try short-circuiting the ogre's dusters with either the mecro-morph, cane lasers or my own manual tools. He's stronger, but I doubt he can catch someone as light-footed as me so easily if I have to disable them up close. Once his weapons are gone, cool his brain with an ice beam and give him a concussive blast for the KO. That or feed him infinite Malteasers till he throws up. Wouldn't mind a distraction from one of you lot.

(As for the old git with the postcards, God knows what he's here for. Given the rest of this place, though, he must have some strange, horrifying gimmick about him. Blast the bugger with concussive sonic waves before he can put his tricks into motion and find out what's so fascinating about those cards after the fight. If he tries anything funny beforehand, tank with my bunker forcefield and bullet shield until either I think of something dashed clever or someone else does.

For great victory!

(D20 Roll: 3)

[NB: Alex, I'm away tomorrow until Tuesday, so no updates from me till then. Soz. ]