I went back to what I guessed was our new lair as Tex, while I stayed in the motel room to plan with Riley. No, this was too confusing. My clone went back to our new lair as Tex, while I stayed in the motel room to plan with Riley. I just happened to now see through and control my clone without needing to concentrate. Plus, it actually had all my powers. Yeah, that's the best way to think about it.
"Hmmm..." Riley was looking up at my face. I leaned forward while she stood on her bed. Even with the boost, I was still taller. "I think I can do some simple plastic surgery on you with your knives." She pulled my face closer. "Yeah! A cut here, a nip there!"
"Not to dampen your enthusiasm, but won't that cause my clone to look different?"
"Eh? Who cares?"
"The Travelers?"
She made a shooing motion with her hand. "We can just explain it to them. They know there's a clone of 'Tex' running around. It makes perfect sense to change his face." She paused and narrowed her eyes. "You do want to change your face. Don't you?"
I raised my hands. "I was thinking about it!"
"But?"
"But won't it be weird having a new face?." She gave me a flat stare. Right, she'd already adjusted her own, so I didn't have a leg to stand on there. "Also, 'Tex' showed up at an Endbringer fight. I'd hate to throw that goodwill away."
Riley made the shooing motion again. "It's one fight. If you want people to think of you as a hero there are other ways."
"If you're sure..."
"Of course! We can also re-brand you! The cowboy thing was cool, but we can do better!" She put a hand on my shoulder. "I mean, I think you did well with what you had, but it wasn't much of a costume, y'know?"
"What? Since when do you care about costumes?" Her 'costume' was a dress!
Riley rolled her eyes. "Since I became a hero obviously! It's important to show everyone in the world how cute I am!"
Inflated ego aside, Riley had a good point. Losing 'Tex' wasn't that big of a deal. He had some reputation gains from the Behemoth fight, but it wouldn't be that hard to make some of those back. I suppose it might be a good idea to build up a good reputation with another persona. Jack might be able to put two and two together and link Tex with me.
"Ok, but let's see if my power has another Changer option first. If hair dye can change the shape and color of my hair, something else might let me adjust my face."
"Hmmm..." Riley put a finger to her lip while tilting her head and looking upwards. "Some neurotoxins? We could probably ask the Elite for them."
"The Elite?"
"We're going to join right?"
"I... hadn't decided."
"Mou!" She planted her hands on her hips and tried to tower over me. Cute, but I think the nonsense word might be a bit much. I'll give it a 6 out of 10. "You need to take charge big brother!"
I sighed. "I was thinking about it, but I wanted to discuss it with you first. I can't just go around making decisions that involve you without your input."
**Riley is happy.
She suddenly jumped off the bed and hugged me, her momentum caused us to spin around. "That's why you're the best big brother!"
I patted her back. "Thanks. I have two, well three quests for this. One is to join them. The other two involve offers from Impulse and Superior."
Riley looked up at me while still clinging tightly. Just how strong was she? It didn't seem to strain her, but I sat down on a bed to give her some support anyways. "What are the rewards?"
"The individual offers have the same reward, 5,000 experience. I think they're mutually exclusive. Joining has unlisted experience and a mystery reward."
"Then we have to!" Riley squirmed around so she was sitting next to me.
"Easy there. While I do get Perks from mystery rewards often, I already have more than enough." Though, I do still have an open slot. It would be a trade off to be able to train an ability verses the flexibility to choose a new power if I had to. "I'm not sure what I should take next, or if it's best to, I dunno, wait for a specific one."
Riley nodded. "You need to get a Tinker Perk!" She puffed her chest out. "Tinkers are the best! We can do anything!"
"Well, let's see..." I reviewed my active quests. "The Perks tend to relate to parahumans that are involved in the quests. So we'd need to have a quest involving a Tinker. Passing the Torch and Superior Tech are the two that spring to mind."
"What's Passing the Torch?" She leaned on me, and I put an arm around her shoulders.
"Remember why the Slaughterhouse Nine came to my hometown?"
Riley shook her head. "No, not really. Mannequin was excited, but that was it."
"Well, my friend, who I still have the brain of in my Inventory, made some Tinkertech." I let out a sigh. "The quest is to get the skills to reproduce his work, or find someone who can."
"Oh, that's easy."
"What?"
"I mean, c'mon, there's one Tinker that's known for reproducing other Tinker's tech."
I knew who she was talking about: Dragon. The most famous and powerful Tinker in the world. It was her armbands that we used at the Endbringer fight. Come to think of it, I still had mine stashed away in my Inventory. I'd left before they took them back and I figured she'd be able to track it or something. "The problem would be how to get in contact with her in a way that doesn't end with us arrested."
"Do you think the Elite could help?" Riley tilted her head, and put a finger to her chin. "They're on good terms with the local heroes right? They might be able to get a message to her through them. Or they could possibly handle it on their own."
I shook my head. "I don't know. Mr. Price wanted to give everyone an escape from what our world has become. So it might be best to leave it in the Elite's hands, they're business people. They could market it. On the other hand, Jack saw a potential for evil with the technology. If that's the case, then Dragon might be the better choice and we should leave the Elite out of it."
Riley shrugged. "Then get in contact with Dragon on your own. Can't be too hard right?"
I nodded. "In the worst scenario, I could just have my clone show up at the Protectorate asking for her. I'd be in no real danger, but the heroes might not like that. I'm an unknown and just showing up at their door could be seen as an aggressive act." Not to mention I actually didn't know WHERE in New York they were located. I also didn't know if it was a secret or not. The PRT is public. I should be able to walk in there, right? "Let's focus on you first."
"On me?"
"Yeah, I'm sure you want to be doing something. With Noelle fixed, I bet you'd like another project right?"
"Hmmmm..." Riley swung her feet as she hummed to herself. "The follow up surgery won't be hard. What I'd like to do is try to graft things to your clone. You said he's like you now, so I want to see if he'll assimilate flesh. Look at what happened with Noelle! I bet the clone of you that's running around is made of pixels too!"
As long as I didn't do something profoundly stupid like getting me and my clone mixed up, I didn't see what the harm would be. "Okay. What do you need for that?"
"Your clone for one." Riley began to tick down her fingers. "Some spare parts for another. I don't have your arm anymore, so you'll have to give me a new one. That will give the greatest chance of success." She giggled. "Or I can try fusing your clone with summons or even other people!" She glanced up at me before blinking and looking away. "Except that would be wrong. I should clone parts of other people if I want to experiment on them..." She suddenly sat upright. "Oh! I know! We can have the Travelers kidnap Blasto!"
"Who?"
"He's this Tinker in Boston. Likes to grow stuff. I bet he has cloning equipment." I guess growing an arm or leg is better than having Noelle clone someone for us and killing it. I mean, they had emotions right? Some sapience at the least. I was uncomfortable with that, even if we could convince Noelle to help. Riley perked up again. "We can also have them kidnap Panacea! She's supposed to be the best healer in the world! Think of what we could do together! We could have a sister!"
Yeah... No. "How about we don't kidnap people?" This feels like an odd thing to have to explain to her. "It's not a nice thing to do to someone."
"But they'd thank us for it later. After Blasto sees what I can do with his tech or Panacea realizes how awesome we are!"
I mean, I live in Texas and even I'd heard of Panacea. She was a big deal on PHO when she debuted. Someone who could literally heal any injury except brains. "Do they live in New York?"
"No silly!" Riley giggles. "Blasto is in Boston and Panacea is in Brockton Bay."
"Well, let's not kidnap anyone. Remember, Pixel and Bit are heroes. It's better to talk to people." Thanks to that there was only one evil clone of me running around New York when there could've been hundreds. So I think I made the right choice in not attacking the Travelers. I mean, if I'd pushed it after clawing their eyes, I might've eaten a frickin' miniature star. "Look at it from their point of view. They don't know us. They have friends and a family. Taking away their choice in what they do is a violation." I don't bring Jack up. I think it's better for her to make the connection that he kidnapped her on her own.
"Fine." Riley pouts. "But Blasto is a villain. If we're heroes aren't we supposed to put his inventions to good use and turn him to our side?"
"How about we ask the Travelers to just rob him?" I try to compromise. "That way they could get some of his cash or something." I pause to think. "I could pay them."
Riley tilts her head and raises a single eyebrow. "You have money?"
I look away. "I pick-pocketed a lot of people at the airport. I could probably do it again anywhere downtown to grab more." Stealing was wrong despite my attempts at rationalizing it: I need the money more than they do; Video game characters steal whatever isn't nailed down; it's only pocket change. I didn't see any other choices. I suppose I could find some gang to beat up, but that seemed... desperate? Like I wouldn't be doing it for the right reason? I sigh. "I guess that's a benefit of working for or with the Elite. They could probably get us a lot of money for your services. It's better to lay low, I think. I don't want to bring any more attention to you."
"Why not?"
"What if someone realizes who you are?"
Riley begins to giggle which soon turn into a high pitched laugh. I patiently wait for her to calm down. "Kevin, I'll be fine." She wipes a tear from her eye. "No one is going to think that Bonesaw teleported halfway across the country and started performing surgery for money." She begins to laugh again. "I mean, could you imagine?"
**Riley is amused.
Well, I'm glad one of us is.
"So what's the final verdict on the Elite? Do we join? Do we offer them our services for a fee? Meaning your services, and my regeneration."
"I think we have to."
"Have to? Why do we have to?"
Riley rolls her eyes. "Your clone. That's the biggest problem we have. If it was anyone but you I'd just make a virus that would be incredibly contagious but only deadly to it. Since it's your clone, it's probably immune. So we have to go with the hard and boring option."
"The Elite or the Protectorate."
"The Elite." She nodded. "We can't search an entire city, but they already have contacts. The Protectorate is already tracking it, and they can get us a meeting with them. Possibly a good word too."
"Right. I'm probably the only shot at taking it down." Wait, I'm being incredibly arrogant. "Well, taking it down quietly. Legend or another member of the New York Protectorate could most likely do it as well." Though it's all going to come down to Power Drain. I need to level it before any confrontation. Also, I should have my clone drain me so I can get a resistance going. I let out another sigh. "Now we just need to decide on who's offer we're going to accept and any other details."
I teleport into the office. I can hear voices from behind the door. I move forward and open it.
"Hi Tex." Luke greets me from the couch. "How's it going?"
"Howdy Luke, Marissa, Jess." I nod to each of them in turn. "I'm doing pretty good. Everyone else with Noelle? I'm going to heal Oliver."
"That's great." Jess smiles. She must not envy Oliver his current state. "How long is it going to take?"
I shrug. "At least a couple of hours" I give a wave and make my way to the 2nd floor. I find Cody talking with Oliver. "Hey guys. It's time for Oliver to get his legs back."
I get a weak smile in return. "I'm glad. It's an odd sensation." He looks down at his hand as it shifts color. "But I'm not sure how much of that is missing my legs and how much is the new power wanting to... I don't know... Shift into new ones?"
"From what Bit tells me, you could probably do just that if you ate enough first. Let's do it my way, it should be quicker."
"You're the boss."
I connect to him and pass along Pain Resistance before activating Rapid Regeneration. This body isn't doing anything else, but the additional MP drain still requires me to slip into a half-meditative state. "There. You shouldn't feel a thing."
Oliver nods. "The phantom pain is gone." He lets out a weak laugh. "I can hardly believe it."
"Glad to help." I turn to the other person in the room. "How are you doing Cody?"
He shrugs. "Pretty good. I'm honestly surprised everything went as well as it did."
"Yeah... about that."
"What?"
No point in hiding it. "My evil clone is apparently teleporting around New York naked."
"What?" "Seriously?"
"Yeah. I haven't had a chance to go out, but he at least paid a visit to JFK."
"Hang on, something like this will definitely be on PHO." He pulls out his phone and begins to tap away at the screen. His eyes go wide. "You're not going to believe this. They're calling your clone the next Butcher and it's painted itself gold."
"What?" And for that matter... WHY?
While my clone focused on Oliver's legs, he made small talk with him and Cody. At the same time, Riley and I teleported back to outside Noelle's room.
"Pixel! Bit!" The brown haired girl waved to us from her bed. "You're back!"
Riley walked over to her with a met in tow. "I still need to finish the cosmetic changes to your legs. In a few hours you should be up and walking."
Noelle smiled. "I can't thank you enough."
"Just remember our deal." I added from behind.
"What deal?" Krouse looked over at me.
"You let me see how good you are at some video games."
**Krouse is surprised.
The Traveler's leader turned and gave a questioning look to his girlfriend. "You were serious about that?" She wore an expression of disbelief. "I thought you were trying to be funny or disarming or something."
I crossed my arms. "Hardly."
"Well... okay, I mean we're kinda rusty."
"What about the other thing?" Krouse asked. "Breaking into Madison? I was thinking that we should handle Tex's clone first."
"Actually, about that." Riley piped in. "I'm going to modify Tex's appearance. I'll need some more specialized supplies first. Brutes are difficult to work with."
"Luke said they got everything they could from Cornell. I don't think they'll have anything new yet after all those explosions." Krouse looked up at the ceiling. "Do you think disguising Tex will work? I guess it could fool the clone."
"Noelle, your clones have either protected you or attacked the originals in the past correct?"
She nodded. "That's right."
"So Tex's clone will seek to protect you or confront him. If you are out of town and Tex can't be found, I'm sure it will only be a matter of time until the Protectorate handles the problem for us." I lied.
"It's the perfect time for you to go on a road trip." Riley added. "There's a Tinker in Boston that ought to have the supplies I need."
"Really?" Noelle asked. It was a good thing she couldn't see what was going on under her blanket. Riley worked fast, but it was disturbing.
"You don't need to leave immediately. Since this is a job for us, we will compensate you."
"We couldn't ask for payment." Krouse objected. He held both his hands up. "You've already helped us so much."
"It won't be an imposition, I assure you." I made a waving motion with my right hand. "The Elite have put forth an offer that I think we'll accept. I'm confident that we'll soon have access to a significant amount of funds. You have expenses after all."
Krouse smiled. "If you insist. We can leave in the morning."
I shook my head. "No need to rush. Noelle and Oliver should rest for at least a week." I paused, and my clone Observed Cody. "One more thing. I think you should leave Perdition here when you go. I'd like to get some scans of him." He still had a 'Hatred (Krouse)' debuff. Having the two of them be on the same team was just asking for trouble.
Kevin Norton swung his axe. The log split in two. The halves were now small enough to fit in his fireplace. He wiped his forehead and looked up at the autumn sky. It was a pleasant afternoon. The sun was already setting. The winter equinox was getting closer and the days were growing shorter. The brisk air already had a chill that he currently appreciated. Chopping firewood was good exercise, but it really made him work up a sweat.
"Kevin Norton?" A voice behind him asked.
Kevin turned his head. There was a tall man in a hood in his yard. "That's my name. What are you doing in my back yard?" He hefted the axe in his hands. The suburbs were nice, but they occasionally got some inner-city weirdos. It wouldn't be the first time a stranger trespassed.
"call to Him." The man stepped forward. Kevin could see under the hood now. The other person's skin was golden. Either a cape or crazy. Possibly both.
"Hey man, I don't want any trouble." He dropped the axe and stepped back while raising his hands.
"call to Him." The inflection of the words felt off.
"I'm just going to..." Kevin backed up some more before turning to run.
The man was suddenly in front of him. His eyes went wide. A cape! "call to Him." The stranger grabbed his arm and bent it at a wrong angle.
Pain shot through his appendage. "Call to who?"
"call to Him." Came the same reply. He felt his arm strain, and then with a horrifying sound the pressure was gone.
Kevin screamed as he felt his arm break. "call to Him." The stranger's calm voice with the odd inflection repeated itself. "call to Him." Over and over he asked as systematically broke bones and inflicted pain. "call to Him."
Kevin couldn't hear much over his own screams. "call to Him." There was a crowd and the sound of gunshots. "call to Him." He then felt strong hands wrap around his neck. "call to Him." The words echoed in his ears. They would be the last thing he ever heard.
2 days later...
Fred West sat at his desk as he went over the latest news. The Adepts were maintaining their houses, but their presence was starting to upset the Protectorate. He mentally reviewed the list of wards who'd joined the competing gang - two more this month. The PRT had been upset when he'd chosen not to join the Protectorate. He thought they'd be absolutely furious about losing wards or potential wards. Really, it all came down to PR. That was the Protectorate's greatest strength and largest weakness. They helped people, sure, but the bottom line was that they had to give the impression of helping. It brought back bad memories. In any event, they had bigger issues. The Adepts would be put on the back burner. Fred wrote a note that it was getting closer to a fight, but that it wouldn't happen soon. The PRT would have to frame it in a way that made the assault a 'good' thing. Plus, when it did happen, it wouldn't cause much of a disruption. The Elite would only need to be in a position to recruit those the PRT didn't manage to nab.
His thoughts slowed down slightly as he opened the next file. The Teeth. He hated when they rolled into town. Normal people got hurt or killed. Expenses rose across the board. Impressionable youths always joined, both normal people and capes. He began to add up the personal cost to the Elite, as well as the cost to the city. The later number tended to stay static with the Teeth. They didn't stay long, and usually pulled the same crap each visit. It was the former number he focused on. If he could show Uppercrust a trend that truly impacted their cell's bottom line, then he'd be more likely to act.
His leader had spent the last few days in a Tinker fugue. It was important work. His technology had already saved countless lives. Creating more defensive structures would even help with the Teeth. Now if he could just pinpoint where they were most likely to strike next...
His phone rang.
Fred felt his mental speed dropping as he answered. Physical action always broke his concentration, especially when it was combined with a new train of thought.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Impetus. This is Pixel."
Fred smiled. "Hello Mr. Pixel. I was hoping you'd call. Have you had time to think about my offer?"
"Yes. I have discussed it with Bit. While we do not wish to become beholden to the Elite, we feel like there are numerous ways we can work together."
"I see." Fred began to think quicker. Bit was an insanely talented surgeon. Uppercrust's condition had been stated as being completely inoperable. Pixel's ally had accomplished what even Panacea was unable to. Even if they were just offering their services, it would be a huge boon to the Elite. It would also get him in better with Uppercrust. More proof that his way of doing things was the best. "What did you have in mind?"
"A simple exchange of services. Bit is willing to work on parahumans with 'interesting' conditions, with the caveat that she is allowed to perform a full examination of such individuals. Of course what she finds interesting is entirely up to her."
Not as good as he'd hoped, but he'd make it work. Healing, even for unique conditions, was a rare service. Being the middle man between Pixel and other gangs or the Protectorate would still provide a large revenue boost. "We can do that. If you are willing to give us a cut, then we can arrange a large number of clients. How does 50% sound?" Best to start with a low-ball offer.
"Seeing as we couldn't be sure of what the clients would pay or be capable of paying, that sounds acceptable." Fred smiled. Pixel might be a powerful Tinker, but that didn't mean he was good at negotiations. "We can also provide very potent, but basic healing for any other clients you might have. I am capable of creating regeneration pods."
Fred blinked. Regeneration Tinkertech? That would get everyone's attention. "Would you be willing to provide pods for sale? Naturally you could also collect maintenance fees."
"Unfortunately, that is out of the question." Pixel paused. "My technology is even more fickle than the average Tinker's. It isn't a case of maintenance, it literally cannot exist far away from my person."
"An unfortunate limitation." Or a lie. A falsehood that made him appear less valuable. Less of a reason for stealing from. Less of a chance of extortion working. There were numerous Tinkers that had been killed for less potent technology. It was one of Uppercrust's greatest fears. It was why his shields were designed to deal with more than Endbringers. New York had already been hit once, and only one city had ever suffered two attacks. That wasn't enough to gamble on, but it did have him focus on lesser potential threats. "I imagine we can still provide you a large number of clients."
"Yes, I imagine you will. There are a few more considerations."
"Such as?" This would be the part where Pixel would aim to get concessions in exchange for accepting the first offer. He should have negotiated harder at the start, so he had something to offer now. Still, things were never set in stone where parahumans were involved. Fred would get his profit either way. Best to keep the client happy.
"First, we require assistance in setting up bank accounts and other legitimate financial storage." Ah, so he hadn't made use of the Number Man. His previous dealings must have been in cash. "Second, we will require you to make introductions for us to other factions upon our request." Fred frowned, a contracted member usually wouldn't get such a service. It made the temptation to leave the Elite out as the middle men too great. "Third, we would like you to provide us with rare materials, at a reasonable price of course."
"Of course." Fred parroted back his last word.
"Fourth, I will supply the regeneration pods at a separate location you will set up. You will provide the guards and ensure that it is treated as neutral ground. It will need to be between three and five miles away from out current building."
A limitation on his tech's range? Or something else? "We can do that." No matter. Queens was Elite territory already, and being close to the airport would allow for an increased out of town customer flow. "Do you need any particular infrastructure?"
"No. I will provide everything I require."
Interesting... no need for external power. "I will need to speak with Uppermost about this, you understand. May I call you later so we can hash out the details?"
There was a deep sigh from the phone. "Fine." Pixel immediately hung up.
Definitely not a people person. Still, the brief interaction had raised his opinion of the Tinker. They would of course need to send expendable people to get a large enough sample size to satisfy the Protectorate. Dealing with the PRT would be another hassle. One that he would have to consider from all angles.
The biggest issue would be the NEPEA-5 bill. Fred was sure that Bit at least had a doctorate, but there were all sorts of restrictions on Tinkertech. Especially Tinkertech that put good old fashioned humans out of a job. Forget the fact that they'd be helping people. There were loopholes, of course. The service had to be offered for free, but they were allowed to accept donations. If those donations happened to move someone to the front of the queue? So be it. It was a centuries old work around that wasn't going to vanish any time soon. The system couldn't allow it. To shine a light on their hypocrisy would damn so many others.
Still, offering it for free was a good moral choice, so he didn't hate the idea. It would cut into their bottom line, but the good it would accomplish would be worth it in his opinion. There was also the PR to consider.
*Full Speed Ahead complete! +5,000 exp.
*Superior Tech failed!
*Meet the Elite complete! +5,000 exp. Momentum Perk unlocked!
*You have leveled up! You gain +5 ability points!
Blegh. I hung up the phone that came installed in the conference room. I hated bartering with people. At least I'd gained some reputation with Impetus for not really trying. Riley would've done better, but I couldn't just push more onto her. The arrangement satisfied her, and that was enough.
[Momentum
Grants an increasing bonus to Dex in combat.]
I'd also gotten a nice enough award. I could already see the benefit that Momentum would give in long fights. Those were the kind of fights that really mattered. The kind that involved Endbringers. It couldn't be combined with other powers, which did make it slightly less desirable. No Gnome Speedsters any time soon. Or did only one power need the 'Can be combined' phrase? I need to double-check my Perks.
I now also had nearly enough points to raise luck to 150. The two perks it had already unlocked were worth it. What would 150 do? Luck also seemed to improve all my other abilities. If Summoning was a good yardstick, then my 100 luck was equivalent to 40 in Int, Wis, and Per. I couldn't really test it, but I hadn't encountered any limits with teleportation other than line of sight.
Still, Int gave the biggest boost to MP, and MP regen seemed tied to my max MP. So if I wanted to field the biggest army possible, then Int would be the stat to raise. I should speak with Riley. An outside perspective was always nice.
In any case, the annoying part was over and I needed a break. Time to school the Travelers. The gaming room was finally ready. I wanted to see how I'd match up against a pro team from Earth Aleph.
[Kevin Greenhouse (Killer/Tex/Pixel)
The Gamer
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Human (Parahuman)
Faction: The Elite
Title: Orator (+50% to communication checks)
Level: 21 (7,500/21,000 Exp)
Mover: 8
Shaker: 2
Brute: 5
Breaker: 10
Master: 5
Tinker: 0
Blaster: 0
Thinker: 8
Striker: 0
Changer: 1
Trump: 9
Stranger: 9
HP: 580
MP: 248
Primary Attributes
STR: 65
AGI: 32
CON: 70
INT: 22
PER: 22
WIS: 19
CHA: 23
LUC: 100
Unspent Points: 46
Traits:
Gamer's Body lvl Max
Gamer's Mind lvl Max
Observe lvl 4
Inventory lvl 2
Party System
Transposition lvl 2
Multiplayer
Unique Summons (1/6)
Riley's Zero Suit - 0 Str. 25 Dex. 10 Con. Lucky Fate lvl 1. Lucky Screen lvl 1. Observe lvl 2. Party. Malleable.
Perks Selected (7/8):
Rapid Regeneration lvl 2
Summoning lvl 3
Lucky Fate lvl 2
Lucky Screen lvl 2
Power Drain lvl 3
Teleportation lvl 3
Danger Sense lvl 2
Perks Available:
Solid as a Rock
Fire Control
Silica Control
Juggernaut
Strength Enhancement
Pain Control
Shaping
Debuff Control
Momentum
Skills:
Acting: 17
Athletics: 21
Basic Academics: 5
Biology: 2
Computers: 1
Cooking: 4
Damage Resistance (Acid): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Disease): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Electricity): 65 - 99.3%
Damage Resistance (Gravity): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Heat): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Light): 64 - 99.25%
Damage Resistance (Magnetism): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Physical): 50 - 98.1%
Damage Resistance (Poison): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Radiation): 100 - 100%
Meditation: 64
Melee Weapon: 17
Pain Resistance: 87 - 99.9405%
Parahuman Lore: 18
Ranged Weapon: 21
Resistance (Light): 100 - 100%
Resistance (Spacial): 34 - 96.5%
Resistance (Temporal): 26 - 95.7%
Stealth: 9
Unarmed Combat: 32
Video Games: 26
Ongoing Quests:
Passing on the Torch
Best Served Cold
Stay Off The Path
Scion
A Hero's Legacy
Defusing 1/5 0/5 0/5
What Can Change The Nature of a Shard?
Debuffs:
None]