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  1. Hello everyone im new to the forums. So i would just like to Hear any of anyones character ideas to builds that they've done that they have enjoyed or think would be neat, also i would like to hear in the long scheme of thing whats better to spend on powers on Characters,..ExI have 30 nova points and 50 xp if i wanted to buy powers and other things things which of the two would be more efficient to use to get the most out of it.
  2. Hello RPers! Its been a long long time since I've darkened this forums doors, but when I ran into an issue regarding an Aberrant game, I knew exactly where I wanted to turn. I have been running a table-top game for five players for almost three years now and the player characters have gotten powerful. All of them are Q6+ with a pair of Q8s that are causing the trouble. How the hell do I make meaningful physical challenges for these characters? One of them has the extra of mastery on his Armor and Elemental Mastery powers which, when combined with his mega-statistics, pushes his soak over 100! If I make an enemy that can actually hit that level of damage, it becomes a bad balancing act, where I need to do enough damage to be threatening, but not enough to vaporize the character (and the surrounding city) instantly. Said enemy would also be able to flatten the other PCs or most rank and file NPCs. A further thought is that I can only pull these mystery super-attackers out once or twice or it becomes fairly unrealistic that no-one else has heard of these guys, and their popping out of the woodwork with continent-slashing attacks. I have been pushing non-combat encounters, but there needs to be some change eventually. Another worry is that the physical ninja type character is rapidly being left behind in damage by all the blaster characters. Mega-strength and claws seem to only go so far against the Elemental Mastery/Quantum bolt hurlers and I am worried they will begin to feel somewhat under gunned. Any suggestions on how I can rectify this? Any advice or suggestions would be appreciated!
  3. So, I've been working on an Abbyhack that has become an Aberrant-Inspired new superhero game system. I've been doing this for a bunch of reasons, insanity being somewhat high on the list. I'm not done yet, but I'm close enough that I wanted to start the discussion on one of the two projects I've built this for: a collaborative writing setting (with very occasional, not promised at all, ST run plot) that is modern and superheros. I want people's input, but I also have two parameters that are already set: 1) Modern setting. The idea is somewhat like 200X, only with the idea that time will "bungie". This means we'll have a few weeks of "start all the threads!", then a period after that that is "okay, things are going on now, try not start up new threads", then I'll post an end date i.e. "wrap this bunch up, people!". After the end date, there would be probably around a week of "okay guys, really wrap up those social threads" while I compile a "how the world reacted" to everything in the that batch of threads. Then I'd post up news articles and such to show those reactions (and PMs to anyone on more clandestine/specific occurances). The next day in real life would be the "start" date of the new batch of threads. So, we'd have periods of high activity followed by a lull in everything as the world adjusted, then back into the high activity. I figured this would be a way to run a "real time" game without as many crazy timeline issues (there would also be a calender, because good god, that's an amazing help), and also some set points where the rest of the world gets to react and change according to what the players have been doing. Want to invent a cure for all diseases? Okay, you can do that and send it out into the world. That will have consequences that show up in the setting. Starting a new tech company because you're an uber-mind gadgetteer? Again, new inventions and solutions and problems from all of the will actually show up in the "living world." 2) Superpowers are new. There will be a concrete thing that causes them, whether an event or a new drug or whatnot. I'm open to ideas/suggestions from people, and the first IC post will be whatever I decide on happening. So, you all are going to be playing some of the first supers. There is no precedence for this in the game world. Your actions (and some from NPCs) will set the starting tone for how the supers are viewed by the world at large. So, what do you guys think? Questions? Suggestions? Oh, another note. I don't care if the Aberrant lexicon is what comes about in the game. It's easy shorthand for all of us that know the game. I'm also fine if you guys use different language. This is meant to be fun!
  4. By now, most of you folks have likely read the interview piece I did with Matt for the release of Aberrant: Nexus. In that piece, I stated that there would be the possibility for new fanbooks to be released *IF* there was an audience for them. I also stated that I had another potential Aberrant fanbook project on my back burner. So here's the thing; back when I was wrapping up work on Aberrant: A Breed Apart over at the now-defunct EON Online site, several people asked whether that fanbook would also be covering the subjects of sex & pornography. Several posters began providing relevant & interesting ideas for Storytellers to introduce sexual/pornography related matters into their Aberrant chronicles. I said "no" to that idea at the time, due to the prevalent political & social climate back then. EON Online was also in a rather precarious state back then as well, & I didn't want to rock an already leaky boat. I denied that I had plans for such a book, and joked that someone might release a hoaxbook of that nature as a .TXT file. While I had written up some homebrew sex-related enhancements, bodymods, aberrations, abilities, merits & flaws strictly for amusement at the time, but that file went into long-term storage & was soon forgotten about as work resumed on Aberrant: The New Flesh. Flash forward to the present. Many of us are adults here, and a lucky few are parents. Would there be a large enough audience for a mature-themed Aberrant fanbook to be considered a worthwhile project? This hypothetical "Aberrant: Sex" fanbook should be short compared to Aberrant: Nexus (which was 190 pages, not counting the covers). Are there any Aberrant fans here on RPG Post that are interested in doing some gamebook writing and willing to contribute spare time & material to this fanbook? Matt has told me that he'd be fine with a mature-themed fanbook, provided there was enough of an audience for it & that it would be labelled appropriately for mature audiences only. He also that it should have no objectification of teens & children, a requirement with which I agree wholeheartedly. It will also have the necessary "common sense" waiver gray sidebars on that & other sex-related matters - "Safe, Sane And Consensual", "This Fanbook Is Not A Sex Manual", "Rape & Other Sick Stuff Is Evil", "BDSM 'Sadism' Vs. Real Sadism", "Beware Trigger Issues" and so on. Finally, this project should not be about writing pornography; it should be about allowing mature Aberrant gaming groups to add a missing facet of the human/nova experience to their chronicles. Also, I'm not looking to produce a pure parody book like "Exalted - The Scroll Of Swallowed Darkness". That's not to say there can't be some humor in it; the book as a whole just needs to be about all facets of Sex in the Nova Age - funny, exciting, terrifying and just plain evil. One good question is this: Why bother with writing these fanbooks when Onyx Path will be rebooting all three gamelines? My answer is that I certainly DO hope that all goes well with Onyx Path's reboot, but I'm far too cynical to bet money on it. I've seen way too many efforts (speaking in general terms) that I liked get flushed down the metaphorical toilet to trust that the folks at Onyx Path will 100% be able to deliver on their promise. And so, I'm still writing fanbooks at the moment. All that said, there's absolutely NO WAY that I will take on this project by myself, for several reasons listed as follows: 1: Single-writer projects - which around 90% of Aberrant: Nexus was - are horrendously exhausting ordeals to have to go through. I started that project partially for fun at first, but the unshared workload quickly quelled that. I have NO intention of going through all that on my own a second time. 2: As a topic, human (and therefore nova) sexuality is a complex one that requires multiple writers to provide a sufficiently wide range of viewpoints to do it justice. Otherwise I could've just adapted material from some of the sex-related RPG books, but the majority of those seem to be written solely from the male heterosexual (if not outright "frat brother") perspective. Can we do better than that here? Female & non-heteronormative viewpoints ought to be addressed as well. 3: Many (good) writers makes for light and relatively speedy work, especially on short books. I'm thinking *maybe* 50 pages as an upper limit, not counting the covers? We'd also have pieces of interior art here & there to pad things out. Since many reproduction-relevant topics were addressed in Aberrant: A Breed Apart, the overlap should cut down on some of the topics (pregnancy, fertility, etc.) that would otherwise be addressed in this hypothetical fanbook. So, that's my spiel about this project. If anyone's seriously interested in helping to write this fanbook, please either reply to this thread or PM me. I've got a rough outline laid out, but there's a lot of blank subject space in Chapters 1 (Sex In The Nova Age), 2 (Mechanics) & 3 (Storytelling) to be filled. Chapter 4 (New Items) also has space for additions, though since sex is such a small portion of the spectrum of nova capabilities I may have covered most of the possible ideas already. I don't think there will be any Appendices this time, unless someone wants to submit sex-related material for Trinity and/or Adventure! If there's no serious interest in the project, I'll just release the material I've written as a ZIP file for anyone of age who might be interested.
  5. Ghosts In The Jungle

    The following takes place 15 months after the Cascade Jerry Baker sat at the dinner table across from his young pretty wife, Karen. Even after a rough day like today just looking at her lifted him higher. He had fallen in love with her the minute he had seen her in High School almost tens years before and he couldn't image living a single day with out her. As they ate dinner and made banal small talk she kept smiling at him. Finally he couldn't hold it in anymore. “Honey is something wrong ?” Her laughter is like chimes in the wind “No silly nothings wrong, except your going to be a father....” Her eyes snapped open as she shook herself out of the dream which wasn't hers, she blew air through her nostrils forcefully making a warning sound which caused the male at the front of the square cave to look back at her. He looked as she tasted the air with her tongue, he took in the other male lying wounded bleeding, dying, the prey lying motionless behind the female, at his own wounds bleeding weakening him. He snapped his jaws and hissed at her, she shifted her position placing herself between him and the bait. The female raptor, larger than both males and unhurt, opened her jaws and hissed long at her brother the male hissing at her. Her glance took in her other brother bleeding from wounds the mammals had made with their piercing stings. The dying raptor lay on its side still bleeding from the bullet holes in it's chest, bubbles of blood erupting from its nostrils as it wheezed trying to get air into it's punctured lungs. Her brother will die, her other brother also wounded and weakened may die as well. She couldn't allow that not yet she needed him to kill the other mammal the dangerous one, the one she could taste in her head. With a deft move her leg snapped out, her hind claw ripping the dying raptors throat out it shuddered as it died. The other male came to it's feet a growl starting in it's throat but the female tilted its head and the growl died in the males throat. She knew the male needed food, it wanted the mammal since that was the only food here and it knew it was too weak to hunt. She looked at her brother and at the dead raptor she tilted her head again, raptors don't eat their own kind, never. Her head moved again the male looked at the carcass on the floor back at her back at the meat then it moved to gorge itself on the food lying there waiting. Her brother fed, but the effort to make him eat had tired her. She went back to the side of the strange cave to where the water dripped from a protrusion in the roof of the cave and collected in a pool where the flat odd ground had broken and collapsed. As she bent to drink she paused to look at the raptor looking back at her. She looked at her reflection and unlike either of her brothers or any of the others in her clutch, recognized it as herself. The mammal moved, she extended a claw and scratched it paralyzing it again with her poison. She needed the bait mammal to bring the other here then she could finish this and return to her mother triumphant. Jerry Baker sat at the dinner table across from his young pretty wife, Karen. Even after a rough day like today just looking at her lifted him higher. He had fallen in love with her the minute he had seen her in High School almost tens years before and he couldn't image living a single day with out her. As they ate dinner and made banal small talk she kept smiling at him. Finally he couldn't hold it in anymore. “Honey is something wrong ?” Her laughter is like chimes in the wind “No silly nothings wrong, except your going to be a father....” Temple's eyes snapped open at the flutter on the edge of her mind. The ghosts were restless. With effort Temple shoved the memories of Jerry back into the vault, that dark corner of her mind where she tried to keep the ghosts locked away. She didn't have time for them now, she had felt it again that mental twinge, alien and menacing, that left a bitter salty taste in her head. It wasn't like anything she had ever felt before, not since she had become a telepath, among other things, after the cascade. She had first felt the twinge right before the attack but before she could even think about it the battle had started and the chaos had taken her. Just thinking about it triggered the flashback... They had left the LZ almost and hour ago making their way on foot into the ruined city that had once been home to some 13,000 people before the cascade. None of them had gotten out. Their target was the Los Alamos Labs, attempts had been made to destroy the buildings by air, and cruise missile but the jungle overgrowth had been too thick and the results indeterminate. It had been decided to send in a recon team to asses the actually site so a determination could be made on how to proceed. This was Temple's first filed mission. Everyone thought she was too young, she was only sixteen and not even a member of the armed forces, but she had volunteered and she had unique abilities they wanted to utilize. After her “rescue” following the cascade they had moved her to a safe place to evaluate her and the dozen or so other people who had transformed during the event. While a couple of other had a telepathic ability none of them had it to the extent that she did. In fact thy still didn't know that she could read their minds without their knowing and that she could recall everything. They also didn't know about the ghosts. The Telepathy was nice they thought but what they really wanted from her was her ability to step. teleportation was her shining gift, so for no one else had developed that ability or if they had they weren't sharing it. So they wanted her for that. And that was ok she wanted to kill dinosaurs. She trained and she fought for the right to serve. In the end they gave in and so she found herself here after 15 months of training walking with six special forces troops into a jungle straight out of Jurassic park. They had seen a few dinos of the plant eating kind and none of them had paid the slightest attention to them, still a mile from their target Hanks the troop on point signaled everyone dropped into their guard position, with weapons pointing out. Temple was in the middle of the circle, they hadn't given her a big gun all she had was a single pistol even thought she was actually a better shot than any of them. She left it in its holster. While she had been linked to the unit the whole time she had pushed the links into the back of her mind but now she felt the need to strengthening the links just in case they need her to step them out. She did a quiet scan of everyone getting positions and a read on them and that was when she felt the unknown mind. It wasn't human that much she knew immediately. She didn't read a thought it was too fast for that, but it wasn't a normal animal either. She had experimented and while she could sense an animals brain there was no mind there no sense of self. This was a mind. This knew that it was! That's when they attacked. Eight raptors came out as if set in an ambush for the troopers,they were fast and deadly. The troopers had been alerted by Hanks and opened fire. And Temple was overwhelmed. She had her visual and sensory input feeding everything into her brain etching itself into her memory for ever. After ward she would be able to give a complete description of every move and position during the battle with zero percent error. But she was also getting the sensory input from each trooper she was linked too as well as their thoughts she was experiencing the battle from their POV. It was too much her brains was overloading. She remembers a thought an image of Lt. Perkins shouting orders, commanding. Two of the eight raptors were down when they all shifted attention to the Lt. Another raptor was cut down as the remaining five got to the Lt. He screamed as they tore into him, but he wasn't alone she was there with him to the end. It was only Lt. Perkins' screams that had brought her out and focused her on her job. There had been nothing she could do for him other than stay with him as he died adding his ghost to the others. Then she had grabbed the two nearest troopers and stepped them back to the secure evac area. As she had stepped into the LZ she was already screaming for evac and medics then, without pause she stepped back and grabbed Carter and Delgado. Before she stepped them back she had linked to Hanks and held it so she could step right back for him. No more than ten seconds from her first step had passed and she was back for Hanks. And he was gone. She scanned and found him but his mind was blank like it was in a fog she couldn't get an indication of where he was but he was alive. With no hesitation she grabbed the body of the Lt., noticing that another raptor was dead, Lt. Perkins combat knife protruding from it's eye, and stepped back to the LZ. She didn't stop she dropped him right there and strode over to the pile of weapons and ammo that the medics had taken from the wounded grabbed a carbine and several packs of ammo. The officer in charge of the evac planes. Shouted at her over the turbines spooling up. “Ms. Faire, what are you doing we have to go” She answered him telepathically <Go, Hanks is still alive. We don't leave anyone behind. I'll bring us back to base when I find him.> Then She stepped back. That had been hours ago. Temple hadn't found any sign of Hanks except his rifle, she had found where he had used a grenade and gun fire to kill two more raptors. But nothing else. According to the classes she had taken the Raptors were hunters, they would have fed in place they don't scavenge and they don't pack food for a rainy day. If Hanks was dead his body or what was left of it should have been here or nearby. She had searched but found nothing. Her mind scans had given her some hope . Even if she couldn't link she felt him, and that meant he was within her range. Now she didn't know how far she could feel a mind without a link but it couldn't be that far. She had found a place to rest, had stayed out of the ruined buildings and climbed a tree. By then the adrenaline had left her body and the crushing weight had come in. The ghosts had come then as she knew they would each in it's own way blaming her for what had happened to them. First to show up today was the freshest, Lt. Daniel Perkins, US Army. He hadn't wanted some stupid teenager with superpowers on his team, but the brass had insisted. He didn't want his team to have to carry her in a dangerous situation. Maybe he was right. She had frozen as soon as the shit hit the fan. She had argued with him in her head told him she hadn't frozen that it had been sensory overload something she hadn't been ready to deal with but she would now. It was weird arguing with the ghosts. One part of her knew they were just memories and that she was really arguing with herself using those memories as a medium. Or was she. What if when they were linked as they died they passed what ever made them them into her. What if they really were ghosts. The thought chilled her to the bone. Whatever the truth of it was they still had each come, one at a time, telling her that she was going to get them all killed again if she didn't go back now. Samantha was last standing there like she always was whole and dressed for school. “Your not real, go away.” “Of course I'm real, stupid, we all are. As real as you, as this jungle that used to be a city, as those raptors.” Samantha walked closer to Temple and Temple shied away as she caught the smell of her sister the silly perfume she used to wear. “Why are you doing this Temp? Why get your self killed for some guy you don't even know?” “Because, Sam, they took him just like they took you, I didn't save you and I didn't leave you behind. I wont leave him. I won't leave anyone.” “She wont stop either, Temp. She tasted your mind during the fight, she wont stop until your dead. He's just bait. “I know.” Temple knew now that there had been nine raptors, the eight that had attacked, and one more directing them, a female. A female that was a telepath. Like her. That realization chilled her blood. They weren't just wild animals at least not all of them. And If there was one there would be more. She knew she should abandon this crazy idea of rescuing Hanks. Report back what she knew. But in reality what did she know all she had was the slight touch of the alien mind and the coordination of the attack and that she thought it had taken one of the men to use as bait. She needed more. She needed the raptor. And she needed to find Hanks. We don't leave anyone behind. Temple looked down from her vantage point above where Hank's had been when he was taken. She could see where they had dragged him off, she probably could have followed the trail but that's what it wants. No, she thought, I need a plan. The mammal hadn't come. The bait lay there paralyzed by the poison but she could still taste its mind and if she tried she could taste the mammal as well. But it hadn't come for it. The Female paced the square cave tail thrashing with annoyance. Her brother growing agitated with her pacing hissed at her, she spun on him giving voice to her frustration and whipping his mind at the same time. The smaller male shrunk from the two pronged warning of the female. She tasted his fear which further annoyed her. And worse she tasted mothers annoyance at her and at how long it was taking. Angering mother was not good. She spun again and looked at the bait. It had come for the others but not this one. She moved close the the bait sniffed it, tasted its mind all foggy with nothing she could recognize as a thought. She prodded it with her foot. The male stirred and she hissed at him again until he stilled. She was leery of tasting the mammals mind it was alien and confusing. But she had to know. Chaos! Sharp piercing bangs! Her brothers attacking and ripping the mammals. Quiet Hunt silence. The bait in the jungle waiting. The same place again and again without the bait. Different positions. Different angles. Confusion. The mammal is lost confused. It keeps going back and forth from where the bait was to where it's alpha was killed. The female hisses and clicks it's teeth and the male stands tense, ready to hunt. There is no room for error the female tilts her head eye half closed and pushes herself into the male. He bounds out of the ruined building and streaks through the jungle the prey unaware, his sister with him guiding him. Moving swiftly yet silently the perfect hunting machine covers the distance from their mammal constructed cave to the site of the earlier ambush. The hunter, now a strange conglomeration of the unintelligent male and the telepathic female, slows as the first scent of old blood comes to his nostrils. His tongue flicks and he sniffs, trying to catch the scent of he mammal, but all that comes to him is a confusion of blood and earth. Keeping her hold on the male she reaches out tasting with her mind... Chaos! Sharp piercing bangs! Her brothers attacking and ripping the mammals. Quiet Hunt silence. The bait in the jungle waiting. The same place again and again without the bait. Different positions. Different angles. Confusion. The mammal is lost confused. It keeps going back and forth from where the bait was to where it's alpha was killed. It is lost without the alpha it searches for direction where the alpha died, the agony the mammal feels at the loss of the alpha is overwhelming. There! She sees it through the males eyes it kneels where the alpha mammal and her brothers died. LEAP! She screams into the males mind and he shoots forward powerful legs propelling him at the small mammal kneeling in the dirt and blood, his jaws wide ready to taste the blood of this prey... “Temp, stupid, your about to become Dino kibble if you don't step” Temple listens to he sister and steps to where Lt Perkins stands waiting for her in the tree beside the trigger she had tapped there under his direction earlier. “Wait for it Faire.” The male Raptor's jaws snap shut, not on soft flesh, but on empty air. The female is stunned, the males confusion overwhelms her momentarily as he spins looking for the Prey which isn't there. “Now Faire, Now!” Perkins hisses into her mind and she clicks the detonator. The sounds is loud and the blast sends the tree she is in whipping back and forth so violently she drops the detonator and wraps her arms around the trunk. The clearing below is wreathed in fire and smoke as the six claymore mines she had rescued from the dropped packs and assembled under direction of Lt. Perkins ghost send their 4200 steel pellets crossfire into the killing zone turning the raptor to ground meat. The female screams in her mind and in the ruined building/cave she feels the pellets rip her last brother to pieces feels him die...feels death herself. She thrashes in agony as the feedback rips her mind the mental pain bleeds into anger then rage. The mammal still lives! She throws her mind out seeking with the full force of her power and meets the mammals mind their thoughts slam into each other intertwine barriers drop and pure thought overcomes all. Invader/Killer/Murderer/Destroyer Temple Thought <Why are you doing this Why are you here> Neeth thought <you destroy our hunting grounds Poison our Jungles and plains> Temple and Neeth Thought <You are Invaders> Neeth Thought <You killed my Brothers> Temple Thought <you killed my family first> Neeth Thought <Neeth will kill you will rip your flesh and feast on you! Neeth Is Coming for YOU!> Temple Thought < No need I'm already here.> The raptor scents the mammal and the blood and the oil all at once and starts to spin when the bullets tear into its back blowing its spine away. The female raptor falls to the floor thrashing as it dies. Her brief life flashes thru her mind from the moment she hatched, the first touch of mothers mind, her brothers, thru all the days of her life, to the deaths of her brothers leaving her alone in her failure to kill the mammal to this moment, the moment of her death. But she was not alone. AFTERMATH The two men sat on the bench watching the planes taxiing, one was John Gaalf newly appointed director of the CRRD, the other was Antoine Fische a doctor of physics in the CRRD's employ. Both of them enjoyed watching the planes. Fische tapped the secure tablet sitting on the bench between them. “Do you believe her, John?” Gaalf shrugged. “Lot of strange things since the cascade hell I see men fly and shoot lasers from theirs eye and we have dinosaurs roaming around free. It's a new world.” He picks up the tablet and looks briefly at the picture of the young girl. “The dinosaur experts say it isn't possible that they don't have the nervous system to support such a thing. Would have been nice to have been able to examine the body.” Fische take a hard candy from his pocket unwraps it, puts it on his tongue and puts the wrapper neatly folded into his jacket pocket. “About the girl, Dr. rose is diagnosing schizophrenia and wants to take her to a safe zone for treatment. She says the ghosts as the girl calls them are just manifestations of her illness. I'm not really sure why you wanted me to read the file frankly.” “Because your my expert on Dimensional physics. She say the raptor, Neeth, she says that's it's name, called us invaders. I sit possible?” Fische look off across the field. “We haven't confirmed the existence of alternate dimensions, you know that john. But having said that it is a plausible explanation I suppose.” Gaalf looks at his friend and nods understanding his reticence to commit. “Well it's a colorful story anyway.” “What are you going to do with the girl?” asked the scientist. John Gaalf newly appointed Director of the CRRD powered off the tablet and stood up. “She's an asset Antoine, with a perfect storm of abilities which are so far unique and very useful. And like all assets We use them until they are no longer useful, then we replace them.”
  6. Once Upon a Day

    James woke up to the sensation she was being watched. When her eyes snapped open, she found herself staring at Marshall’s big orange ones. At least he wasn’t on the bed. “What do you want?” she asked him grumpily. He made a coughing noise and rolled a cue ball out of his mouth with his tongue. James stared at the wet 8-ball and the puddle it was leaving on her bedding. “I haven’t had coffee. You don’t get fetch.” The tip of his tail rose eagerly; all he’d heard was fetch. Sighing, James sat up and grabbed her prosthetic. She pulled on a clean sock and liner, then examined the socket for signs of deterioration. She’d just gotten this prosthetic last year -- after dropping her pre-eruption weight -- and she didn’t want to have to buy another one just yet. She stood and tested the fit while Marshall watched her, almost vibrating. “Calm down,” she snarked to the dino as she picked up the ball and opened the back door into their yard. It was more like a racquetball room, with a cinder block walls and chain link fencing over the top. She’d insisted on the latter, to let light and fresh air in. Checking to make sure the far gate was still closed, she threw the cue ball and got the hell out of the way. Marshall shot past her and Semp wasn’t far behind. The bigger sibling was the faster, but Semp jumped on top of him when he stopped at the ball. The two collapsed in a squealing, writhing ball of play fighting. She propped open the door and went to start breakfast. Coffee was first, and it was done brewing by the time she had finished making Oscar’s lunch. She could handle PB&J, an apple, and chips but not anything more complex until she had her caffeine. Only once she had a cup in hand did she realize how late it had gotten. “Damnit,” she muttered, putting the mug on the counter and going back to her nephew’s room. “Oscar, get up. You’re going to be late!” When all she heard from inside was a groan, she opened the door and shook the lump of comforter in the middle of the bed. “‘Ho ‘way,” she heard him mumble. “No, get up.” James pulled back the blanket closest to the head of the bed, and found feet. Dropping the bedding, she tugged on the other end and found her nephew’s blond head. “You’re going to be late for class.” “Aww, I hate school,” he moaned, cracking open green eyes that would someday destroy many a heart. “So did every kid. They still went to school, even me.” James waited until he was sitting up before she added, “Hustle, sailor! You don’t want me to have to drive you.” That got him moving. Oscar was still unsure of the raptors, and easily unnerved by their presence. Since James didn’t leave them alone for long periods of time, he would have to ride in the big truck with their kennels in the back. James went back to the kitchen and finished making breakfast; today, it was leftover chicken breasts and rice from dinner. That was one thing she and Oscar had in common: a lack of desire to eat breakfast foods for breakfast. He was out in the kitchen twenty minutes, slowing when he caught James shooing Marshall off his chair. The raptors watched with hungry jealousy as the ten-year-old ate, and he watched them just as warily. “Checklist,” James said, looking at him as he started to shovel food into his mouth. Oscar sighed but said, “Socks, check. Breakfast, check. Lunch--” He hopped up from his chair and grabbed his lunchbox, putting it next to his backpack. “Check. My homework, check. My tablet, check. My baseball mitt, check.” “Well done, sailor.” James smiled at him and went to her wallet. She pulled out five dollars and handed it to him. “No more than one candy bar this week,” she said, firmly locking eyes with him. “And this is all you get, so use your resources wisely.” “Yes, Aunt Jim!” He grinned cheekily at her, enjoying that he was the only person who got to call her that. “Now, get going,” she told him, rolling her eyes fondly. He popped off a salute, grabbed his gear, and ran for the school. It was a small one but full of kids who were in his exact situation. He doesn’t have a chance, she thought with a touch of sadness. He’ll be in the military; it’s all he’s ever known. Once more, she resolved to never pressure him into one branch or even any at all. He’d lost so much; she’d never take his choice away. “Alright, monsters,” she said, addressing the raptors. “Your turn.” She opened the cans of wet dog food and mixed them with chopped, raw beef and the powdered vitamins CRRD provided. She sat their bowls down and went to change while the boys sucked down their food. By the time they were done, she was dressed in her sweats and her running prosthetic, holding their harnesses and carrying their gear in her backpack. “Aana,” she said in her command voice, and the boys moved to her side, looking up at her. Leaning down, she put their harnesses on them and clipped the leashes. “Ayrhee.” As a pack, they headed for the yard and then out the gate into the woods behind their complex. She avoided the walking path and headed into the trees, Marshall on her right and Semp on her left. She set a good pace, feeling her stride shift as she adjusted running with one leg lighter than the other. The spring in her prosthetic gave her an odd jumping lope. They went a distance into the wilderness behind the base before she called for a stop in a familiar meadow. Both of the raptors had burned off their anxious energy, and she unsnapped the leashes. “Ayrhee,” she reminded them, pulling out the binoculars and sighting in on the dummies in the middle. They were shaped like ornithos, and if someone had done their job right, they would smell like them, too. “Pehlu,” she ordered and the boys bolted away, swinging to the left and right in a pincher move. She ran forward as well, unholstering the paint gun and stopping thirty feet away from the first dummy. The boys closed to the same distance and stopped, waiting. When she rose again and fired, peppering the dummy with blue paint, they attacked the target, quickly tearing it down. “Good! Aana!” She grinned as they bolted back to her for their jerky treats. For the next several hours, they drilled over all the things that she’d taught them to this point. Their last hour was spent working on the holding concept. Raptors attacked by biting and holding with their jaws while kicking with their hind legs. James was currently trying to teach them to grab a target but not kick it. As she was going against their instincts, it was very slow progress. “Okay, okay,” she sighed as the alarm on her phone went off. “Rokna. We’ll try against tomorrow. Time to head home. Ayrhee.” They ran back to base, the boys now too tired to need the reinforcement of the leash to stay close. Without a path to follow, James was more or less estimating where they’d emerge, and she came out too close to the headquarters. Annoyed, she crouched in the woodline, whispering, “Chupana.” The raptors lowered themselves, only the tips of their tails vibrating with excitement for the new hunt. They made their way through the woods back to their yard, entering and locking the gate behind them. Once she removed their harnesses, they dropped to the grass of their yard, rolling and grunting with pleasure as they rubbed away the feel of the restraints. She watched them, grinning, before going inside to make dinner. She’d just finished the mashed potatoes when Oscar came in the front. “Hey,” she said, focused on her meal. “How was school?” She glanced up at him, smiling -- only to lose the smile when she saw the bruise on the side of his face. “What the hell?” “It’s nothing,” he muttered, dropping his eyes. “Okay.” James shut off the oven and cracked the door so that the pork chops wouldn’t burn. “Oscar, that is not nothing. Even if it’s something that you handled, I need to know the details so that I know you’re safe at school.” “It’s just going to make it worse if my aunt shows up defending me,” he growled, staring at his feet. “I’m not going to do anything like that, not without talking with you.” James took his hand and dragged him over to the couch. Marshall and Semp watched curiously from their doggie beds in the corner, but the day’s activities had worn them down too much to do more than enjoy the show. She sat him down and said, “Tell me what’s wrong and we’ll work out a plan of attack -- even if that plan is ‘do nothing’.” Oscar heaved a sigh and stared at the shredded Kong toy she hadn’t thrown away yet. “One of the boys at school was making fun of me.” He rubbed his nose and sniffled in a bid to hide pending tears. “He said my parents were dinosaur poop.” James couldn’t stop her angry inhale, and Marshall’s head rose. A second later, Semper Fi’s head came up too, as he caught his alpha and beta’s sudden tension. “Please don’t do anything,” Oscar begged. “I hit him really hard already! I took care of it!” “Alright.” James swallowed her turbulent emotions with great effort. “So you handled it?” The boy almost sagged with relief. “Yeah, I did,” he said, a hint of pride in his voice. “Oscar, how did you get the lump?” She pointed at the bruise, and his eyes dropped. “He hit back.” James nodded. “Did the fight stop him?” “Sorta. He’s twelve.” Oscar started to fidget with the cuff of his sleeve. “He stopped talking trash!” She wanted to ask if he’d won but she also didn’t want to encourage that behavior. “What are you going to do if he says that again?” “Hit him again!” Oscar’s indignation almost made her laugh but she kept it together. “Well, hitting doesn’t stop him, if he does it again. We need to have plan, in case he does,” she told him. “That’s strategy.” “I want to deal with it myself,” her nephew told her fiercely. “I understand. So let’s figure out what that means.” James walked him through all his options, and he settled on trying to ignore the bully. She wasn’t sure that would work, especially in the heat of the moment, but she was willing to let him deal with this on his own terms. If it persisted, she’d convince him to let her intervene. “Okay, let’s eat.” The potatoes held only a fraction of their warmth, and the meat was warm but too dry. She nuked the side and pulled ketchup and steak sauce out with the salad, and forced herself to have normal conversation when in reality, she wanted to hunt down a twelve year old boy and beat some empathy into him. After, she cleaned up, and Oscar did his homework. Then it was time for a bit of television, while she let the boys out into the yard for a while. They were house trained but not above using waste as a weapon of protest, and it did Oscar good to have some time without them around. When he went to bed, she geared up for the outdoors again and took them on a run. After dark was always best, as it let her jog somewhere besides the woods without scaring anyone or having to deal with the MPs getting called. Tonight, she took them on a long circuit around the nova complex, wearing them out so they wouldn’t get destructive in the middle of the night. As she was jogging back, she caught a sight of a stranger. He was in a uniform, but she didn’t know him, and she pulled the boys deeper into the shadows. “Chupana. Khamosh,” she ordered, watching as the man entered the complex, dragging a suitcase behind him. She’d heard they’d be getting a new nova; that must be him. She waited, forcing the boys to practice patience, too. Once she was it was safe, she rose and finished the run home. She showered and did the other minutia required for bed. She pulled the new Clive Cussler book in with her and pulled off her prosthetic. She read as she massaged her stump; the prosthetics were mostly painless due to good fittings but she was still asking her body to do something it was never designed to do. Sometime after she tucked herself in, she passed out, her novel resting on her chest.
  7. This is an idea I've had for quite some time, so bear with me. What I propose is to run an aberrant game that's more fun than rules heavy, and hopefully enjoyable for everyone. It is 2020, Five years after the Genesis Cascade. What is the cascade? Glad you asked. in 2015 a new type of energy was discovered, which could be the first fully clean renewable source of power for the world, capable of meeting the planets energy needs. Unfortunately the energy's interaction with the world's various nuclear reactors. In conjunction with them, the energy cascaded, rejuvenating the world in profound ways, barren lands became verdant savannah and marshlands. Perhaps most shocking, life that that was long extinct returned, seemingly overnight. Insects 100 times the size of the modern versions, massive forests and jungles overgrowing major cities, and last and not least, the Great Dinosaurs, returning after a sixty five million year hiatus. Of course many land mammals returned, and even birds like the dodo. The Land, Sea, and Sky all boast new life, new dangers for what remains of humanity. In the first year over half of humanity perished. Research quickly lead to the reactors of the source of the cascade effect and to that end humanity has spent much effort to shut down all nuclear reactors on the planet. While the loss of life is appalling and tragic, new hope did survive. Technology was not lost, but much was interrupted, there were upheavals, but the United States Endures even with the loss of Washington. This is due in part to a new development for humanity, Homo Novus. simply put, some members of humanity, roughly 1 in every one million, have gained special superhuman powers. Most novas as they are called are only slightly over human norm, but each possesses gifts which help them deal with the new state of the world. The United states was among the best prepared for this, and the worst, in some ways, and quickly began to gather up those with powers to form emergency response teams to deal with the situations that arose. After five years, the world still turns, and many people have adapted. Still there is much work to do to ensure humanity endures, and adapts to this new world. In closing you the players, will be one of these crisis response teams, formed roughly six months before game start (better than a six week thread assembling you all I should think) make the character you want to play, I will tailor the game to it. I do intend this to be an action oriented game, so bear that in mind. The character generation rules are standard aberrant with the following changes starting quantum is 3, this is also the max to start. starting pc's have 15 np to spend. There is No taint in this game, at this time. Aberrations may be taken as flaws. Animal Mastery is hearby raised to a level 3 power, considering its power in this game. I reserve the right to amend rules as I need to, to preserve game balance, and to maintain the fun of all players. Please post interest here in this thread. With that said, I welcome you all to Aberrant: The Genesic Age.
  8. Recently discovered the Weakness/Strength "build kit" from the Aberrant: Player's Guide. I am loving some revamped powers. Anyone have some really cool powers that they've done, share them here please. Here is one from me. Healing Factor, there is already regeneration as an enhancement, so the regrowth of limbs is covered, but to get more healing, you'd need the Healing Quantum Power, but with some alterations. HEALING FACTOR Weaknesses Reduce range, to self (-1) Reduce Multiple actions to once per turn (-1) Reduce Healing Dice by one (-1) Strengths Apply the Burn Extra to the power. (Heals 1/2 as much, for [power rating] turns, after the first)
  9. Yes I can be Iron Man! Here is a rough draft of my idea for gadgets in Aberrant. It will allow for characters to be nearly as effective with gadgets as Novas are, and keep your character as a baseline, if you so choose. No need for mega intelligence to create gadgets, although it helps a lot. INVENTIONS M-INT Characters, are able to create new forms of technology at ease, as well as, improve upon existing technology, in ways that will make them far more efficient, than anything a Baseline human, may have ever thought possible. To represent this, we have the inventions section, for rules on creating or modifying technologies. Tools For modifying existing tech, your character may have the tools already. A mad scientist is bound to have a lab full of improvised tools, however, the more outrageous the tech is, that a player wants to create, the more time will be needed to make the tools to use on your new device. A standard success is enough for minor things that a player is prepared to build, where a 5 successes, represents the time needed to rebuild your lab entirely, to build the new tech. Successes here are the weeks needed to rebuild and modify your lab. R&D Complexity For inventions that are simply modified versions of existing tech, it is a standard success to achieve the desired results. However, if you are creating a super-science, this should take 5 successes. 1) Low/1 hour 2) Medium/1 day 3) High/1 week 4) New superscience/1 month 5) Complex superscience/1 year Streamlining A nova may be able to mimic the effects of a Quantum Bolt, in a weapon, but the technology may be a bit clunky and hard to handle. A standard success multiplier of 1 is acceptable for a vehicle mounted Quantum Bolt weapon. For each success multiplier added, beyond this, the player can reduce the tech's clunkiness. 1/8 hours Vehicle Mounted Weapon, Heavy, Bulky, etc. 2/16 hours Shoulder Mounted Weapon, perhaps needing 2 men to use it efficiently. 3/32 hours Portable and able to be effective with a single person working it, like an RPG launcher. 4/64 hours Portable and extremely efficient for single person use, such as a rifle. 5/128 hours Portable and concealable, such as Tony Stark's Repulsor Beams on his gauntlets. Additional Perks/Options A player may want more than a ray gun. they may want that gun to also have a range finder, or even a battery. A player may have as many mods on a gadget as he/she has in the related ability + specialty. So a maximum of 6 mods, can be placed on a device. Also, the mods should make sense for the gadget in question. Some times a gadget will have it's own dice pools, such as a mech or robot, however, a player may create a power armor, to enhance the wearers abilities. The player would spend one success on an attribute rating up to his/her own, but anything beyond that, would require more successes and XP to create. Also, some mods require different dice pools to use correctly. 5 dots in flight allows for the increased distance, you may fly/turn, but you would need a roll of DEX + Pilot, to make maneuvers, such as dodging. A player who created a Mech, would use a piloting skill to dodge, attack, etc. where a player with a power armor, would use the augmented dice pools (players dice pool, plus the devices dice pool) of the given abilities. Augmented dice pools are still restricted to the normal maximums. A player may not augment his attributes, abilities, or powers, beyond the standard 5 dots. Mods can be combined, however. If a gadget has Armor on it already and a player wants to add invulnerability, this does not count as an extra mod, but rather, an improvement on the mod. Here is a list of mod categories. Attribute and M-ATT- each attribute counts as a mod, but the associated M-ATT is an improvement upon the base Attribute. Powers- Usually, each power is a separate mod, however, some can be combined, such as flight and hypermovement flight Enhancements- An enhancement can be a mod (bought separate) or an improvement to an existing M-ATT. Abilities- Each ability is an improvement on an existing Attribute. Maintenance/Repair/Rebuild A player must perform routine maintenance, to keep a gadget running at full steam. Maintenance, is a roll of your related dice pool. Successes needed, are equal to the number of modifications plus improvements, on an existing device. Repair is equal to the number of health levels being repaired plus the usual maintenance. Each success needed, represents a base of one hour of work. If a character has a mod that represents a self repair, such as buying regeneration, as nano tech, then repairs are automatic, but weekly maintenance, is still necessary. A rebuild is the same, minus the Tools, Streamlining and R&D times.
  11. Aberrant: Nexus redux

    Hello everyone. For those of you who were wondering, the fanbook project I've been working on is still alive - barely. With the Onyx Path folks working on creating v2.0 of the old Aeon gamelines, I'd like to see if I can get this thing written up, primarily as a capstone to the fanbook series I've worked on for the last decade or so. Don't get me wrong, I'm eager to see what Aberrant v2.0 will look like - and have high hopes for it - but this thing needs to be done, IF I can get some contributions of ideas and advice from you folks. If anyone would like to help write this thing, that'd be excellent, but I'm not expecting to be so lucky. ,, I'd been attempting to hammer it out myself, but my medical issues (since dealt with, fortunately) & RL circumstances threw one heck of a roadblock on that course. ,, As for the book, it's pretty much the old "Book of Aeon Crossovers". Aside from summing up the Metaplot & the Unified timeline that I've hashed out earlier, it will also give a closer look into the perils of both time travel and crosstime travel. People who have really influenced the timeline (or can do so) are examined, with Max Mercer & Divis Mal being in that spotlight. Details will be given on how to tailor their circumstances & motivations to fit a particular chronicle. Other possible figures will be described in more generic terms. ,, A whole chapter will be divided into two sections. Section One will cover crossover mechanics between for Aberrant, Trinity & Adventure!; with mechanics for the World of Darkness games, Exalted & such being optional possibilities that I'll have to depend on you folks to flesh out. Section Two will cover Storytelling advice for chronicles focused on Divis Mal-caliber nova characters, something which was sorely needed for the late "Children of Quantum Fire" chronicle. (BTW, I enjoyed reading that immensely!) ,, New quantum powers & enhancements are a given, & are 99% finished - hammering out the new toys always seems to be the first thing that gets done in these fanbook projects. ,, As an Aberrant fanbook, of course it will have 3 appendices (forgive the pun). The first will cover Fortean events, which are perfectly plausible in all the Aeon settings. The second will cover extrasolar space during the Nova Age and give a good look at the mysterious Doyen. The psionic slimeballs are just begging to be written up, folks. The third will be an edited version of my old Mega-Willpower document with the excess enhancements pruned off - the lack of Mega-Willpower in the Aberrant corebook was a big mistake on the original writers' part, AFAICT. ,, That's the essentials, folks. I'd like to have a short piece of introductory fiction to start the book with, esp. if Ashnod could do it - her work for The New Flesh blew me out of the water, in a great way. A few pages of fluff material could be slipped in but aren't needed at all if people don't want them. ,, I will post the Introduction document here later to give folks a feel for the book. After the content is finished, Chosen will handle the formatting & artwork. ,, Is anyone interested?
  12. Important news from the Onyx Path folks, eveyone! They've started a "What do the fans want" topic over at RPGNet.com: http://forum.rpg.net/showthread.php?713234-What-do-you-want-to-see-from-the-new-Trinity-Continuum ,, As I've only ever lurked there (I've learned much more from reading other's posts there than I would have from posting), I though I should let you lot know about it ASAP if you didn't already. There's a lot of the usual really good & some not-so-good suggestions being made. Apart from my already-stated ideas (no nerfing the novas, no fixed metaplot & provide alternate methods of dealing w/ Taint than Teras/Chrysalis), two I can really get behind is keeping the books at digest/graphic novel size and forbidding the use of all handwriting (and other simliarly hard-to-read styles) fonts.
  13. Hey there. I'm new to these forums, so I wanted to say my greetings. I've been running an Aberrant game on saturdays for.. about 3 years now? wow, time flies. Anyway, a player just this evening asked me about the rules for making super tech gadgets and.. I realized I cant find them anywhere. ,, I vaguely remember (have never really used those rules) that you need to copy a pre existing power, and that there is time involved to develop your gadget, but beyond that, nothing. ,, The problem is, I cant find the rules for technology anywhere. Could someone point me towards which book I should be checking, again? I've checked the core and the players guide, but no luck. Probably skipped them somehow since the index is ...less than useful
  14. Then ,, "Daniel, are you home?" ,, Carol frown at the living room of her dorm. The lights were all turned down low - unusual for mid-morning on a Sunday – but she could see Daniel framed by the window, sitting in the easy chair. She flipped the light switch, and caught Daniel's expression, and gently set her pack down. ,, "What's wrong?" ,, "Nothing. I'm fine." ,, Daniel didn't look fine. Beyond the soot and ash that everyone regularly seemed to wear since the attack, he clearly looked downcast, staring into the middle distance with a fretful expression on his face. Everything on the outside had changed with Daniel, to the point it rendered him unrecognizable, but Carol could still read his mood. She knew he was upset. ,, "Daniel..." She walked towards him. "C'mon." ,, "It's no big deal. Nothing worth getting upset over." ,, "Mmm." Carol nodded. She went into the kitchen, pouring herself and Daniel a glass or orange juice. She came back out and set the glasses down on the table, then took a seat on the couch. ,, "Well, tell me about it anyways. I like talking to you." It was true, of course. Carol did like talking to Daniel. She wasn't sure if she liked doing more than talking, but right now, talking was good. ,, "If you really want to know..." She sighed. "It's so petty." ,, "Tell me anyways." ,, "Someone groped me today." ,, Carol blinked. "What? Who?" ,, "Just some man. I pulled him out from the rubble and I checked him out and he had a broken leg, so I set him on a table and got ready for takeoff and that's when I felt his hand on my boob." Daniel shifted in his seat. "Granted, they're hard to miss..." ,, "Don't. Don't you dare blame yourself." ,, Daniel sighed. "Wanted to throw him through a wall, but he was dying. I got him to the hospital anyways. But dammit, I felt so..." He shook his head. ,, "You thought this was petty? You didn't want to talk about it?" ,, "Like I said, I could throw him through a wall. It's not like he could really hurt me. I have superpowers! I don't know anyone who has superpowers. It feels so small of me to whine about that when I'm not even hurt..." ,, "You're upset. You're allowed to be upset, even if you can fly. I mean, look what you did with that gift – you stopped a rocket attack and you're out there every day finding people who need help. I think you're allowed to get upset when someone pays you back like that." ,, "Even if that's the case, it's not anything women don't go through every day." ,, Carol leaned back in the couch, frowning. She sighed. "Well, you're right about that." ,, "I think I just sound like some... some privileged snob, whenever I complain about what you and Jenny go through. I mean, I can fly. Even if I'm a woman now, all that means is I go through what you were going through while I was too dumb to see. What do I have to complain about?" ,, "Well, when it happens to me? I complain. I vent. I talk about it with Jenny and we cuss that asshole out behind his back because we'd probably taste the back of his hand if we did it to his face and once I've cussed him out I feel better and it's a little easier. I don't tell myself that I'm lucky because there are starving war orphans in Europe, even if it's true. I just vent and I let off steam and I feel better." ,, "Have you ever cussed me out?" ,, "Not too often. I mean, there's the one time recently, before, you know..." She waved towards Daniel's body. "All this." ,, "Yeah. All this." Daniel closed his eyes. "Carol, today's the first day since the lab accident that I wished that 'all this' hadn't happened." ,, "Ah." Carol nodded. She took a drink of her orange juice. "You didn't before?" ,, "Well, I've been kind of busy..." ,, "Yeah, but I know you've had some quiet moments since then. I know you think faster. I'd have figured, well... well, if it had happened to me, I'd be freaking out." ,, "You'd freak out if you had bigger boo - " ,, "Not that way! If I was a super-powered guy." Carol rolled her eyes. "Thanks for reminding me how jealous I am, by the way." ,, "Any time." Daniel managed a smile. "No, I freaked out, but people needed help, and I put it aside and did what I could. And when I got some quiet moments, I went back over everything that happened and I realized that I was mostly okay with it. I mean, yeah, fine, it's a big, big change. But it's a good one in a lot of ways. I think more clearly now. I see things differently. And flying? My God, Carol, we should go do that sometime. When I'm up there I feel more free than I ever did in my life. Compared to that, most of the time, being a woman now is nothing more than humbling. I can handle a little humbling. Most days." ,, "Just not today." ,, "Nope." ,, Carol nodded. "I'm sorry he did that to you. He's a pig." ,, "He was." Daniel looked out the window. "Didn't deserve to die in a rocket attack, though." ,, "Nope." ,, "You said that this happened to you?" ,, "Oh! Yeah. It was before we met. A cop chased me. Grabbed me right here." She pointed to her left breast. "I didn't say a word. I just cried, and everyone thought I was crying because I felt guilty about stealing a candy bar." ,, "... wait, is this the story you told me about how you stole a candy bar?" ,, "Yeah, but I think a cop grabbing my boob is worse than me stealing an Aero." ,, "Now I remember. This was just after you moved here from the U.S., right? You were addicted to Aero bars and didn't have any pocket money left." ,, "You ever had an American candy bar? Aeros are like an orgasm in your - " Carol laughed as Daniel turned beet red. "I'm glad I can still do that to you, at least." ,, "Yeah, I'm not really ready to talk about orgasms yet." Daniel loosened his shirt a bit. "I feel a little better. Thanks." ,, "You know, I was about to head to church. You should join me. You might like it." ,, Daniel refrained from rolling his eyes. "C'mon, Carol, you know I don't go in for that stuff..." ,, "They're doing a service for the people who were hurt in the attack." ,, "I'm glad. I really am. I just don't do the whole church thing. I'm agnostic." ,, "I know, I know. Come with me anyways. Do that thing with the glasses. I'll lend you some nicer clothes. You should meet more people than just me, Jenny, Conrad and Doctor Neufeld." ,, Daniel pursed his lips, then dug around in his pocket for his glasses. "Okay. Because you asked, and because you listened to me whine about being a woman. I'll go." ,, * * * ,, So Daniel put on his glasses, and pulled in on himself, and Carol went with "Danielle" to Knox United Church, in the downtown core of Calgary. ,, There was a collection plate, the totality of which was going towards the victims of the rocket attack, and Daniel found himself putting his last forty dollars in the plate. He didn't really need to eat any more, and other people did, and that was all there was to it. ,, Then the priest – or pastor, the man of the cloth, Daniel could never keep the nomenclature straight – asked everyone to bow their heads in prayer, and give thanks unto the Lord. Because Daniel didn't want to stand out like a sore thumb, Daniel lowered his head, closed his eyes, and spent the time thinking. ,, Okay, all right. What are you thankful for, Daniel Finn? ,, The prayer commenced, and Daniel mouthed along, while his thoughts turned to other matters. Well, I'm grateful for the few years I was allowed to be openly agnostic without everyone whispering about I was a godless slut. I guess I'm thankful for that. No, I'm actually thankful that Carol doesn't drag me to these things most of the time and is fine with me not being sure about God. ,, Also, I'm thankful that I was able to save her. And Conrad. And Jenny. And everyone else, really. ,, I'm also thankful that I can fly. I'm thankful that I can lift a car. I'm thankful that I can see so much more of what something is, just by looking at it. I'm thankful of how wonderful the world looks to me now. I'm thankful that I can go up far enough to see the curvature of the Earth. ,, And I'm thankful for... Daniel paused, unsure of the confession, even to himself. ,, Well, I don't know if I'm thankful for being a woman. But I'm thankful for a chance to learn what it's like to be one. I'm thankful for the past ten days and how eye-opening they've been. I'm thankful that I can look back on who I was and wince in embarrassment because I think it means I'm better than that now. I'm thankful I lived through the accident. I'm glad I got a chance to be a better person. I'm glad that Carol thinks I've grown. Maybe it means I actually have. ,, The prayer concluded. Eyes opened, and backs straightened, and a few minutes later, the service concluded. ,, "Feel better?" asked Carol, as they struggled into their winter coats. ,, "Yeah. Actually, I do. Thanks." ,, "Are you ready to accept Jesus Christ as your – just kidding." Carol held her hands up as Daniel raised a finger, ready to pontificate. "I'm glad you came anyways." ,, "Me too. Ah. Carol...?" ,, "Yes, Danielle?" ,, "What're you doing tonight?" ,, ,, * * ,, ,, Now ,, "What are you doing?" ,, She looked up at the sound. The man was a little bruised and bloody, but conscious, in contrast to the other dozen men lying around the makeshift base. The woman held in her hands an assault rifle, pointed at no one. Moonlight was the only illumination left, and it shone through a window. He'd pulled himself into a sitting position, but wasn't about to risk more than that. ,, "I didn't know you spoke English." She pressed her hands together, crumpling the gun into so much scrap. She tossed it on the pile, then picked up another. ,, "I speak a little." The man wore a German army uniform. He admired her as she moved - she had a body perfect in every way, including blonde hair and blue eyes – popular features where he came from. He was far from home, out in the countryside, away from all the pretty girls he'd never see again. Despite knowing he was about to die, the soldier couldn't bring himself to hate this angel of destruction. She smiled a lot. ,, She crushed another gun into a paperweight. "You should have spoken up. You could have surrendered." ,, "Did not think you would take me alive." ,, "Well, good news is you were wrong." ,, "How did you find us?" ,, "By accident, believe it or not. I saw the tank treads from the air. I was on my way somewhere else." ,, "Where?" ,, "You know I can't tell you." She crushed the last of their rifles, then started in on the pile of guns. ,, "What is with this pile of scrap you are making our guns into?" ,, "Well, I can't let you just walk out of here with your guns and going back to killing Allied soldiers, can I? And I'm a little too busy to haul you all back with me to a POW camp like I'd normally do. So I'm going to leave you with this - " She pulled a bayonet off one rifle, and set it on the ground. "And you're going to head back that way. You have enough rations in what's left of the tank - " ,, "What's left of the tank?" ,, "I kind of tied it in a knot. But if you need more you can hunt with that. You head back the way you came. You can lay low until the war's over. Or you can re-enlist and hope the next Allied company doesn't kill you before you kill them." ,, "You are joking. You'll kill us while we sleep." ,, Danielle shook her head. "No." ,, "You'll kill us while we walk, or starve us out - " ,, "No." Her voice was firm. "I don't joke about something this serious. You have a second chance here. I would hate for you to waste it, because you successfully lied to yourself about my intentions." ,, "If I was an ubermenschen I can tell you, I would kill you." ,, "Well. Hopefully someday you'll change your mind about that." ,, "Why are you doing this? At least tell me that." ,, Danielle thought for a long moment. She stole a glance out the window, looking out at the gorgeous moonlit night, and remembered another one like it, not too long ago. Danielle – well, still calling herself Daniel, and still thinking of herself as himself – and Carol, the latter in all her warmest clothes, flying high enough to kiss the clouds. She thought of what she'd been thankful for on the day leading into that perfect Sunday evening. ,, "Take it from me." She knelt, meeting him at eye level. "There's nothing more precious than a chance to change your mind. If you're dead? Then that's it. No more chances. And call me a softie, but I don't like taking that away from anyone." ,, "You are a softie." He chuckled, his gaze drifting downwards. "Very softie from where I'm standing." ,, "One chance." She held up her finger. "Nothing more than a chance to be better. That's all I can spare tonight. When I come back this way, I'm going to take anyone still left behind into a POW camp. I'll remember your faces, don't worry about that. If I see you again and you still have that uniform on, I'll have no sympathy left at all. It's just a uniform. It's not you." ,, Knockout stood up. She picked up the pile of guns-turned-scrap. "Going to go throw these in the ocean. Don't be here when I get back." She turned towards the window, and without a further word, flew through it. ,, The man stared at the open window for a long time afterwards, waiting for her to come back. He thought of what he'd say to the men when they awoke, of what they would do next. He compiled a list of who would opt to keep their heads down and who would go back out to the front. He wondered with weird fascination just what a Tiger tank would look like tied into a knot. ,, But mostly he thought of smiling faces, and realized just how much he wanted to see them again. ,, (EDIT: References to Danielle's codename edited out.)
  15. Aberrant: Super Science

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    Adapted rules from Adventure! for super science inventions and advancements in Aberrant.
  16. The year is 2040 and the second generation of novas are coming into their own, shouldering the legacies of their parents and forging their own futures. A House Divided Setting: Aberrant history up to 2012, current game set in 2040. Rules System: Mutant and Masterminds, 3rd Edition - PL 10, 150 PP Game Style: Storyteller driven. (Dawn and Malachite) Game Focus/Themes: This is a look at the Abberant world through they eyes of the second generation of novas. They have inherited the world wrought by their predecessors and parents; they must come to terms with the legacies left by the past while looking towards the future. Game Factions: Utopia/DeVries (making 1 faction combined and in the Human Sphere of Influence (Earth, Luna, and Mars)), or the Teragen (further out in the Solar System) Character Generation Specifics: All characters are made as per the standard M&M 3rd Ed character generation rules, with final approval needed from both STs. Each character will also have at least one 'special snowflake' quality; this can be a background tie, particular rare power or situation, etc. A character may have more than one snowflake, but such characters will have higher expectations on the players the more snowflakes they have. All snowflakes must be approved by the STs. All character are second generation novas and at the start of the game no player may have more than one character. Extra character slots and types may open up as the game progresses, but this is at the sole discretion of the STs. Characters will begin play in one of two factions: the Teragen (based outside of the H-SoI (Human Sphere of Influence), which currently contains Earth, Luna, and Mars) or as a member of Utopia or DeVries (based inside the H-SoI, though any native Martian would have to be less than 16 years old). A character will have been raised either within the Teragen, Utopia, or DeVries; having any upbringing outside of this is a major snowflake and will require substantial background development for the STs to consider. Known world history, new terminology, new tech, etc., will be provided to players depending on the faction they start with. Initial House Rules: INITIAL! Clades and Factions will bestow minor bonuses on a character, which I will post as soon as I'm done building them. This will not exceed 6 pp of bonuses and is on top of standard character creation. A character may be of the opposite Clade for the norm of their Faction (a True raised Terat or a Terat raised by Utopia or DeVries), but this will count as at least a minor snowflake. Terat Clade Terat Clade - Diehard, Extraordinary Effort, Fearless. True Clade True Clade - Beginner's Luck, Inspire, Luck. H-SoI Faction Utopia - Backing 1: Security Clearance (UN Utopian Peacekeeping Agent), Connected (Utopia), Teamwork. DeVries - Backing 1: Wealth (DeVries Salary), Connected (DeVries), Teamwork. Teragen Faction Teragen - Backing 1: Status (Teragen), Connected (Teragen), Contacts (Teragen). Native language is Vox Deus, this is not a free language but simply the language all those raised by the Teragen will have learned. Attributes over 5 must be taken as 'Enhanced Attribute' powers. This represents that they are beyond the capabilities of any baseline. Attractive may only be taken inside the Enhanced Presence power at one rank at Enhanced Presence 1, and one more possible rank for every 10 levels after that. A character gains a +2 circumstance bonus, allowing the character to go about the PL cap, for every rank in Attractive. Other such advantages may be adjusted to follow a similar pattern, but this is all we have so far. Power max is now an Extra Effort option that grants (PL) Power Points to spend on the power it is applied to for that turn, replacing the Extra Effort option in the book that confers 1 extra rank. On the roll for the effected action, if the player rolls a 1 they gain a permanent aberration; if they roll a 10 or below they gain a temporary aberration for the next 24 hrs. A Hero Point may be spent to reroll the action, but only the actual roll (not the roll +10) is used to determine if a Complication: Aberration is gained. Even if the power does not require a roll, a character must still roll a d20 to determine if they gain a temporary or permanent aberration from the power max. A permanent aberration may be taken (this requires ST approval) in addition to the roll; doing so will allow the power effected to break PL cap for that action. Note: We understand the concerns that have been voiced about this potentially being too powerful for the game. We are going to give it a try and re-evaluate after the first couple of combats it is used in. Terat Clade characters must begin play with two Complication: Aberrations. Quantum Rating, Quantum Pool, Node, Taint, Chrysalis, and Aberrations: As there is no 'power stat' in M&M, nor an equivalent system for Taint or Chrysalis, we are instituting new ways of representing them. Quantum Rating - No longer relevant nor needed. PL is somewhat indicative of this, but really, it's just not needed since M&M powers aren't reliant on a power stat. Quantum Pool - This has been removed after some discussion, as we realized that the last time either of us had ever run out of qp in a game was a TT game Dawn was in in 1999. Taint - It's been removed as a scaling stat in the game. It's still in the game fluff-wise, but the effects are handled through Complication: Aberration. Node - Removed from the game as it doesn't matter in M&M. Node 'pinging' can still be done via the Senses power. Chrysalis - This has also been removed as a scaling stat in the game. For game purposes, Chrysalis is defined by Clade. Any time a Terat Clade enters "apotheosis" or "chrysalis" (represented by their PL going up), they will have the option of changing out their mental aberrations for physical aberrations. For True Clades that learn Chrysalis or any other time for Terat Clades, Chrysalis may be entered to alter aberrations as before, but will take one in-game week per aberration modified. The number of Complication: Aberrations at the end of the Chrysalis must match the number the character began with. Alterations to aberrations will always require ST approval. Aberrations - All aberrations are now Complication: Aberration and work as per the normal complication rules. There is no cumulative social penalty or such, just the normal M&M rules for complications. Terat Clade characters must begin play with two Complication: Aberrations. General Setting Information: Most of the setting information will be contained in the Factional Knowledge write-ups, which will be PMs that character accounts are invited to; please talk to Dawn or I if you need more information before choosing a faction. That said, we are advancing the setting in all major areas (technology, culture, and politics) to account for the advancements of the Nova Age. We are keenly interested in having players contribute thoughts, suggestions, slang, whatever , to this development, though we do reserve the right to yea or nay any particular idea. We have already outlined the major political events of the timeline, so we would encourage players to focus primarily on the technological and social advances they are interested in seeing added to the game. General Game Information: All characters will require unique character accounts and avatars that closely represent the character's general appearance. A House Divided Timeline This is a brief timeline of events that all characters in the game would know. So far this holds only the political actions of time. Scientific and social advancement will be added as we get to them, and as they're suggested/approved! The End of Projects May of 2012 The Aberrants release proof of Slider’s death at the hands of Project Proteus. The Aeon Society reveals themselves and places blame at the feet of a recently deceased Director Thetis and several of her cohorts, disbanding Project Proteus. June of 2012 Project Utopia removes itself from the Aeon Society, Project Pandora soon follows suit and the Society is effectively disbanded. August of 2012 The Deadaelus League permanently leaves the galaxy. The Aberrants disband after apathetic response to their proof. The New World Order Jan-18 Utopia, facing critical resource shortages, a loss of personnel, and the stigma of Aeon/Project Proteus in the media, approaches the UN for patronage. Feb-18 The UN accepts Utopia's proposal and becomes a true world government. May-18 A schism occurs in the Cult of Mal, leading to the death of Clarion and removing the Apostle from favor in the faction. Jul-18 Several novas entrenched in the Australian government complete a legal coup and remove the country from UN membership. Tariq and the Companions follow suit, declaring a Teragen nation inside of Saudi Arabia; this prompts immediate UN retaliation, as oil is a critical world resource. This sets off the “Nova War”. The Nova War August 2018 Israel is phsyically separated from the mainland, and Jerusalem is likewise moved even further into the Mediterranean by a young Japanese nova hoping that the physical distance will lead to a more peaceful region. The Apostle betrays the Teragen, releasing information on the location of the Harvesters, including Heartland, and the location of the Nursery to the UN. Leviathan dies due to the Apostle’s betrayal; Geryon dies killing the Apostle; many of the Teragen are reported dead or missing by the end of the war. Attempts are made to terraform the moon, but fail. Plans are made to colonize the satellite anyways. The Aftermath September 2018 National teams are still allowed, though Team2Morrow Peacekeeper Agents are considered to have priority in jurisdiction. Canada, Norway, Sweden, Finland, Japan, and China have formed the ‘Nationalist Bloc’ in the UN that resists Utopia intrusion in their nations. The Directive is disbanded by edict of the UN. DeVries diversifies after new laws regarding Elites as mercenaries in the world are passed by the United Nations, now an effective and powerful world government. Anna DeVries leverages this expanded market control into political power with the UN, giving her practical power equal to that of the world government in return for support in expansion in space and maintaining control over UN territories. DeVries Elites are paired with United Nations Utopian Peacekeeper Agents throughout all UN territories in mixed teams to promote 'peace, prosperity, and stability'. This has become the motto of the new Peacekeeper teams: Pacem, prosperitatem, stabilitatem. Sin Eater leaves the Teragen, partially due to disgust of the events in and leading up to the Nova War, and partially to maintain a legal identity and business in India. The Teragen relocate, officially, to Australia. Orziaz maintains his Spanish citizenship despite the new laws passed by the UN outlawing any affiliation with the Teragen. A female nova by the name of Melinoe takes over Nova Vigilance. April 2020 The moon is colonized, and after Earth-side complaints, laws are eventually passed to restore the traditional look of the Earth-side of the moon. Feel free to ask questions, however some knowledge will only be made available once a player has chosen a faction for their character. Come talk to either one of us if you need any specific details in order to make that decision. Feel free to suggest social and technological changes or advancements to this timeline; changes that occur after this will be faction-specific and should be sent via PM to Dawn and Malachite. Please submit characters to Dawn and Malachite with the title [A House Divided] 'Character Name'. Thanks! Current player and character rosters: Players that have submitted characters - Dash "Golden Tiger" Carpenter, H-SoI (DeVries) Samantha Austin, H-SoI (DeVries) Sean "Chaos" McCline, H-SoI (DeVries) Nora "Sunny" Sun, H-SoI (DeVries) Caleb "Renaissance" Bonner, H-SoI (DeVries) Iris, H-SoI (Utopia) Roxanne, Teragen Julian, Teragen Helen, Teragen Argent, Teragen Players that have discussed character factions - OTN (Surtr, Teragen) Cent (Panoptes, Teragen) Quintessence, Teragen If I've missed you, please let me know!
  17. Just wanted to let anyone who's interested in helping make Aberrant: Nexus (aka the Book of Aeon crossovers) into an existing fanbook that I've started work on that in the Aberrant RPG Forum. If you'd like to contribute material to the work or even perform peer review, your opportunity is here. I've already hammered out a generic timeline covering all three games plus an assortment of new toys & traits that need to be peer reviewed before being "set in stone", so to speak. So if you've an interest and have the time, feel free to join in on the effort!