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Mothmolla is a flying woman (toy that can thrown in the air.) that emits a scent when she lands, or is caught. THe scent causes animals to attack the person marked by it. As a toy, that was considered too dangerous for kids to use. CES

The thing with the house. Wasn't there another similar story where the police used truck ram on a house and it was the wrong address? I am thinking there have been a ton of cases like that. I know here in Winston, a guy was arrested because he was living in a house that a drug suspect had lived in and moved out. A deputy I run into ocassionally and I were talking about it, and he asked me what was the space between the suspect living in the house and the day of warrant serving. I said a month. He shook his head. CES

He is an ape. He is a drill. He's Spindrill. Imagine Mojo Jojo with a drill on top of his head instead of a large brain. He is the door man for the group, as well as using his drill on his enemies. CES

Captain Cauliflower is a world class boxer who takes down his enemies with a good right hook. He has been known to punch out even giants, and bricks made of unearthly substances. He proclaims the power of the cauliflower when he does this extreme feats. CES

Jim Beam is a blaster, joining the team with his excellent marksmanship. Jim doesn't fire energy beams of any kind. He fires girders from his eyes. CES

Melvin Shaftoe dreamed of flying since he was a boy. He passed qualifications, trained, got his license, put in air time as a copilot. Then disaster struck. Mel was blinded in an accident. He would never fly again. He spent months in a depression before a power outage showed him that he could see in the dark, as well as command darkness. Calling himself Captain Shadow, Mel hopes to amass a fortune and a name as a daredevil flier with his shadow plane. CES

The American Protector wrecked one of the signature races across the country. Someone has gotten the courage to try again. Seven Rocket Racers are to drive from Los Angeles to New York in the shortest amount of time possible while amassing whatever profit they can get away with. Who are these seven racers? CES

It wasn't the gay scandal that interested me but the fact that he was moving money under the limit to move money, and the Feds were like "hmm. Hey, bud. Why are you only moving nine thousand dollars from your bank account? Why aren't you moving the whole three million? Who's this guy?" Then his problems really started multiplying. A signature on RPG.net compares the government to a drunk hippo. And it was really that way in this case. CES

Ray Guthrie is known as the Bag Man. His mask is a hood made of different sized patches sewed together. His style of dress is the same, borrowing from different outfits that he had stolen from their owners. Ray has a slight personality problem, and the different clothes and patches on his bag urge him to do things to himself and others. When Ray changes clothes, he picks up different voices that he interacts with to help the Faceless. CES

Read Foxglove Summer by Aaronovitch. Constable Peter Grant is asked to help find two missing girls in the country. That's when Princess Luna, bees, changed kids, and his on again, off again girlfriend Beverly wanting to restart the RIver Lugg really start causing him problems. CES

I dont know if this should be here or dumb criminals thread but 79 year old policitician named Richard Haster has been paying hush money to a boy he molested for the last 40 years is tripped up by the government's anti terror money laundering law which forces him to report how much money he is moving around. When the Feds investigated, that's when the molestation and blackmail came out. CES

Forgot to put that in there didn't I? Let's call him Friend. CES

The Lego Movie. Its the best thing Will Ferril has ever done CES

Ronnie Renfield picked up the helmet from the dig. He tried it on and realized that it gave him knowledge of the unknown world. he was able to parlay this into mind mastery, including the ability to hynotically command someone to obey every words he utters. He likes to convince people he is their partner/best friend right before pushing them into doing something totally wrong. CES

Missy Akers is Free Throw. Either she is a highly skilled martial artist, a minor speedster, or a telekinetic of some kind. She keeps her options open, but people facing her tend to wind up kissing the ground before they saw her move. CES

Scott Bolo read the latest reports on the war. He frowned at the assessments. His Alliance had been forced to fight a holding action. That was a bad idea against the Conglomerate. Their forces were a juggernaut that rolled over other civilizations and crushed them flat. He hoped to change that around with this last ditch effort. What he was about to do was nothing short of mass murder. He couldn’t see any other way to force the Conglomerate to stop expanding and maybe collapse back into the original area of control that it had sprang from when things had started. “This is the Captain.” Bolo triggered the com in his chair. “Stow your gear, report to stations, load supplies. I want to be ready to leave the dock in three zero clicks. Engineers, do last checks and report in. That is all.” “Bolo of Earth.” Nolgroth’s cracked voice broke in on the com. “The fleet is assembling at the designated rally point. Quozaxx’s Leaguers are assembling with the fleet. They are providing point defense.” “Do they know this is going to be a rough ride?” Bolo put aside the reports for a moment. “They know that the system is heavily defended.” Nolgroth frowned on the screen. “Quozaxx and I have gone over the elements that you were able to record. They believe their armor is more than a match for some of the fighters and robotic guns.” “Who is the commander of the force?” Bolo had already expressed the desire for Quozaxx to stay behind. So his name better not be the one he was about to hear. “Dial Dorvan of Mycris.” Nolgroth tapped his cane against something. “He has reported himself to be on the way to the fleet rally point.” “I’ll try to bring your brainchild back, Nolgroth.” Bolo reached for the com disconnect. “It has been a pleasure working with you.” “Take care, my friend.” Nolgroth nodded as the screen vanished. Bolo knew he was on the biggest target that would be present in the fleet. He would settle for limping home with the mission successfully accomplished. The bridge crew started arriving. They checked in their stations with precision. The construction crews had kept everything as common as they could so flight training was minimal for the new crew. “Supplies are loaded.” Esme, the new executive officer reported over his com. His locator put him down in the hold area. “Crew has all boarded according to the manifest.” Bolo checked the flight list, and the engineer green lights. Everything looked ready to him. He called up a view of the dock. The workers had done an incredible job. He hoped he was worthy of their abilities. “Green lights across the board.” The chief engineer called from his station. “This is the Offender.” Bolo called the dock control room. “Release the clamps. Helm get ready to apply power.” “Clamps released.” The tower officer called back. “Good luck.” The helmsman applied thrust, checking his scans for closeness with the dock’s walls. He steered out of the hangar and held a course straight away from the floating shipyard. “The dock reports everything looked good on exit.” The chief engineer reported. “Everything is good on my side.” “This is the captain speaking.” Bolo copied the feeds from the other stations to his chair. They popped up on small screens in the air around him. “We’re going to test the jump drives for the first time. Nonessential personnel is expected to strap down.” “These are the coordinates, Helm.” Bolo sent over the numbers. “Take us there.” The helmsman lined the Offender up on a course that would run them on a straight line to the designated point. He gradually applied power to build up speed for the run. “Jump engines are green.” The engineer reported from his station. If something was going to go wrong with the engines, this was when it would happen. “Maximum speed for breech.” The helmsman pushed down on the transit button. Everything blinked out of existence. “Jump engaged.” A feeling like being thrown through the air accompanied the switch to non-linear space. Bolo checked the readings. Everything looked okay to him. “We are on our way.” Bolo smiled. “We’re going to meet with the rest of the fleet, then by the next day, we might be seeing combat. I want everyone to be ready to do their best.” Bolo looked over the readouts. The ship flew true in the hyperspace its jump engines used to connect one area of space with another. He figured at least two more jumps before they reached the rallying point. He noted the helmsman was already running solutions depending on where they exited into real space so he would be ready to adjust course. He would meet with the Leaguer commander before ordering the assault, and see what the alien cop could do for them. He didn’t want to lead his fleet into a meat grinder with no way to get survivors out of system. The Conglomerate killed anything that opposed it without fail. He reviewed the crew manifest until he found names for gunners, master gunners, and gunner mates. He asked for them to meet him in Conference Room A. Using that for a planning room should be alright. “Captain to Commander Esme.” Bolo stood. “I am on the way to Conference Room A. Please meet me there when you are done.” “Yes, Captain.” Esme reported back. “Inspecting the weapon loads now. Will be at Room A in ten minutes barring problems.” Bolo looked around the room. The engineer had the most rank on the bridge. He also seemed to have the most experience, but it was hard to tell with aliens. “Chief Engineer Shugio, keep us on course.” Bolo headed for the bridge door. “Note any problems with the engines, or structural integrity. We’ll try to get anything fixed before the mission.” “This weapon will serve us well.” Shugio nodded his horned head. “I have seen it.” “Don’t let it break before we get to the real fight.” Bolo paused at the door to look at his bridge crew. He didn’t know them. He didn’t know what they were capable of doing. He hoped he wasn’t helping to kill them. Bolo stepped out in the main deck. The bridge was set near the front center of the Offender. A back up bridge was at the back near engineering. If anything happened to the engines, it was all over for them. The second bridge was there in case the main bridge took a torpedo and was gutted out. If that happened, most of the crew would be dead, or incapacitated. He descended down a deck to where the conference rooms, mess, and food supplies should be. He spotted an arrow pointing him toward his destination. The exec would have plenty of time to arrive as slow as he walking around the ship. He stepped in the conference room. The weapons officers stood when they noticed him. They all had the same general look about them despite the separate species. These were humanoids that would open fire on an enemy with the intent to kill him, then go home and have the local equivalent of ice cream. These were the men he needed in action. “This is the target.” Bolo put up a model of the Conglomerate homeworld for them to look at and make their own assessments. “We are being tasked with turning this into nothing. What do you think?” “Can’t be done, sir.” One of the older Chiefs spoke up. His name tab identified him as Dragun Grl. “At least not with what we’re carrying. We could wreck a lot of the architecture, but the missiles we’re carrying are listed with a light payload. They’ll barely knock a building down on their own, much glass it into nothingness.” “Recommendations.” Bolo was glad that he had taken the time to ask the experts. If anyone knew how to kill a planet, it was them. “To ruin the planet, we’d need a kinetic projectile like an asteroid.” The gunners conferred on the technical terms. “Maybe more than one. It would take time for us to set up a firing solution, and then to boost the rock toward the planet.” “Can we do it with the Offender?” Bolo would have to confer with the other captains in the fleet to set up a screen so the battleship could drag the rock into position. “We have to consult with the engineers.” Grl scraped some scales off his neck. “I don’t think our projectors have enough juice.” “Shugio is on the bridge.” Bolo nodded at the appearance of Esme at the door. “I’ll send him down, and you can work out the specifics. We want to reduce the target to nothing. Command and control is redundant so we have to make sure to wreck the whole planet.” “Leave it to us.” The gunner nodded. “We might be able to cobble something together to load into a torpedo to cause some kind of chain effect with the atmosphere, or some other kind of outlandish thing from a fairy tale, but most likely the reasonable course will be to drop one of these bigger rocks the Connies have been mining out on their planet, and then repeat as much as necessary.”

Had a dream where I was a detective/reporter trying to help Robin Williams as another reporter. We discovered that someone had sent him the same cologne his character(?) wore and discovered his daughter (?) was missing. A side bit at the paper was a reporter's office was being haunted and one of the other reporters said he knew someone who knew someone who could get rid of the ghost. My son woke me up before I could see how either situation resolved. CES

Canada is represented by the Red Leaf. He is slow to action but when he does he brings with him the power of the mighty maple leaf. He likes to use a hockey stick and Toothy, his trained beaver, as his weapons of choice. CES

Woody and Wilcox reported that a man who had been attacked and lost his gentilia died a year later. Police never found his initial attacker. Go Cleveland. CES

Why just colors, Pariah? CES

L. A. Lake is a man who once had it all but lost it due to an affair with a woman. Now wanted, he makes a living at being the best armed tactician in the room. This has earned him a heavy turnout from police forces anywhere he works. The Lancer has earned his reputation for escapes from high risk crimes. CES

Watched penguins of madagascar the movie. The penguins and the super secret agency North Wind take on Dave the Octopus. Some of it was hilarious, but some of it could have been funnier. At least Dave was made cute at the end. CES

I'm glad my boss hasn't required us to use this thing CES

Mel Bates is Pole Position. His power is the simple realignment of matter so that it reverses gravity. Mel has been known to pull things apart by setting up two poles on the opposite sides of an object. He served on teams two through five before creating a accidentally wormhole and passing through to the other side of it. CES

Margo Fleming worked her butt off to get her degree in history. She joined the work force to turn her degree into a job. Unfortunately nothing went her way. She finally found a low end position in a high crime school district. She was attacked and suffered a head injury. Calling herself Herstory, Margo used a new talent for reading things to track down her attackers and show them what real punishment was like. Herstory is a detective for the team, reading history for them to make plans CES