Aveolela ‘Ave’ Aloese
Character Name: Aveolela ‘Ave’ Aloese
Alternate Identities: Moana (ocean), Wailele (waterfall)
Player Name: NPC
Val Char Base Points Total Roll Notes
10 STR 10 0 10 11- HTH Damage 2d6 END [1]
25 DEX 10 45 25 14- OCV 8 DCV 8
20 CON 10 20 20 13-
10 BODY 10 0 10 11-
18 INT 10 8 18 13- PER Roll 13-
13 EGO 10 6 13 12- ECV: 4
15 PRE 10 5 15 12- PRE Attack: 3d6
18 COM 10 4 18 13-
6 PD 2 4 6/16 6/16 PD (6/16 rPD)
4 ED 4 0 4/14 4/14 ED (0/10 rED)
4 SPD 3.5 5 4 Phases: 3, 6, 9, 12
6 REC 6 0 6
40 END 40 0 40
25 STUN 25 0 25
6" Running 6 0 6"
12" Swimming 2 10 12"
2" Leaping 2 0 2" 107 Total Characteristics Points
Off Rating: Def Rating: Move Rating:
Total earned: 31
Spent: 31
Unspent: 0
Base Points: 250
Disad Points: 100
Total Points: 381
Type Total
Run 6"
Swim 12"
H. Leap 2"
V. Leap 1"
Flight 8"
Type Amount
Physical Defense 6/16
Res. Phys. Defense 6/16
Energy Defense 4/14
Res. Energy Defense 0/10
Mental Defense 0
Res. Mental Defense  
Power Defense 0
Flash Defense
OCV: 8 DCV: 8
Combat Skill Levels:
Maneuver Phase OCV DCV Effect
Range 0-4 5-8 9-16 17-32 33-64 65-128
RMOD 0 -2 -4 -6 -8 -10
Cost  Disadvantage
10 Distinctive Features: Meta-human (Not Concealable; Always Noticed and Causes Major Reaction; Detectable Only By Technology Or Major Effort)
15 Hunted: HARP 8- (Mo Pow, Harshly Punish)
Notes: HARP may be unaware of a particular meta-human but they are constantly searching for them none the less
10 Psychological Limitation: Adventurous And Fun Loving (Common, Moderate)
25 Psychological Limitation: Protective Of Innocents (Very Common, Total)
10 Social Limitation: Minor ( 15 and under) (Occasionally, Major: Cannot vote, buy alcohol, drive, drop out of school, get into R rated movies, see a doctor without a parent's knowledge, etc.)
15 Social Limitation: Secret ID (Frequently, Major)
15 Social Limitation: Subject to parental/guardian orders (17 or less only) (Frequently, Major)
0 Watched: U.S. Government 14- (Mo Pow, NCI, PC is very easy to find, Watching)
100 Total Disadvantages Cost

Character Name: Aveolela ‘Ave’ Aloese
Alternate Identities: Moana (ocean), Wailele (waterfall)
Player Name: NPC
Cost  Name
0 AK: American Samoa 8-
0 Acting 8-
1 Animal Handler (Aquatic Mammals) 8-
0 Climbing 8-
0 Concealment 8-
0 Conversation 8-
0 Deduction 8-
2 KS: Cetaceans 11-
1 KS: Federal Law Enforcement Procedures 8-
1 KS: Pinnipeds 8-
1 KS: Sirenians 8-
0 Language: English (Idiomatic)
0 Language: Samoan (Idiomatic)
2 PS: Cooking 11-
0 PS: Student 11-
0 Paramedics 8-
0 Persuasion 8-
1 SS: Cetacean Zoology 8-
0 Shadowing 8-
0 Stealth 8-
7 TF: Jetskis, Skateboarding, Small Motorized Boats, Small Motorized Ground Vehicles, Small Rowed Boats, Small Wind-Powered Boats, Surfing, Windsurfing
1 Teamwork 8-
17 Total Skills Cost
Cost  Name
2 Contact: Friendly Adult (Contact has useful Skills or resources) 8-
3 Fringe Benefit: Membership: Clique: Right-winger
Notes: Right-wingers are students who live on campus or in the neighboring housing complex.
1 Fringe Benefit: Fake ID
1 Reputation: Beach Babe (A small to medium sized group) 8-, +1/+1d6
7 Total Perks Cost
Cost  Power END
67 Tsunami: Telekinesis (50 STR), Affects Porous, Alterable Size, MegaScale (1" = 1 km; +1/4), Area Of Effect (44" Line; +1); Side Effects (Side Effect only affects the environment; -1), Only affects water (-1/2), Affects Whole Object (-1/4), Activation Roll 15- (-1/4)
Notes: With this power she can literally stop or create a tsunami of moderate size (this means height, not width). She can cover an area up to 44 kilometers along a shoreline. The Side Effect makes this one of the most dangerous powers I have ever made. Side Effect is a 9d6 Energy Blast(PD), MegaScale (1" = 1 km), Area Of Effect Nonselective (44" Line), the size of Effect cannot exceed size of power setting that failed.
61 Water Powers: Multipower, 61-point reserve, all slots Side Effects: 3d6 EB (Causes damage to plumbing, drainage, sewers etc., Occurs if no open source of water exists with 200 meters; +0), Reduced Endurance (1/2 END; +1/4); all slots Requires a source of water within 200 meters (-1/4)
Notes: The water source required can be natural sources, i.e. lakes, rivers, ocean etc, or such sources as fountains, puddles, bird baths but also storm drains and sewers beneath the streets. Another source would also be rain and fog.
1) Drench: Dispel Fire-based Powers 16d6, any fire-based power one at a time (+1/4)
2) Drowning: Killing Attack - Ranged 1d6+1, No Normal Defense (LS: Self-Contained Breathing or need not breathe; +1), Does BODY (+1)
3) Fire Extinguishing: Dispel Fire Powers 9d6, One At A Time (+1/4), Area Of Effect (3" Radius; +1)
4) Move Water: Telekinesis (6 STR), Affects Porous, Fine Manipulation, Area Of Effect (3" Radius; +1)
5) Purify Water: Cosmetic Transform 4d6 (salt/polluted water to pure water)
6) Water Ball: Energy Blast 12d6
7) Water Cannon: Telekinesis (33 STR), Affects Porous; Only to push away (-1/2), Affects Whole Object (-1/4)
8) Water Manipulation: Telekinesis (33 STR), Affects Porous; Affects Whole Object (-1/4)
9) Water Wisp: Energy Blast 8d6, Indirect (Same origin, any direction: Always comes from the direction of the nearest source of water; +1/2)
30 Like Hitting Water: Physical Damage Reduction, Resistant, 50%0
13 Surfing: Flight 8"; Only in contact with the Surface of a Body of Water (-1/4)
Notes: Okay, so she can surf without a surfboard ...
8 Underwater Living: Life Support (Can breath water; Safe in High Pressure; Safe in Intense Cold)0
5 Underwater Eyes: Nightvision0
3 Resistance of Water: Damage Resistance (6 PD)0
2 Meta-Human Lifespan: Life Support (Longevity: 400 Years)0
22 Q Costuming Armor Mk 2.0: Armor (10 PD/10 ED); OIF (-1/2) plus Life Support (Safe in Intense Cold)
Notes: Provides insulation against cold.
250 Total Powers Cost
Equipment END
Minuteman Earwig: Mind Link , Specific Group of Minds, Any distance, No LOS Needed, Number of Minds (x32); Subject to RF Frequency Limitations (-1/2), IIF (-1/4), Does Not Provide Mental Awareness (-1/4), Sense Affected As Radio Sense Group (-1/4)
Notes: Utilizes satellites to provide nearly world-wide coverage
Government Computer Network: Computer Link; OAF Fragile (Focus: Monocle Headset; -1 1/4), Subject to WIFI Limitations (-1/2)

Character Name: Aveolela ‘Ave’ Aloese
Alternate Identities: Moana (ocean), Wailele (waterfall)
Player Name: NPC
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 135 lbs
Ave is 5'5" tall and about 135 pounds with black hair and the dark eyes of her South Pacific ancestors. She is also deeply tanned, with an athletic build that includes a few well-placed curves. On the beach, in a white bikini, even is the Mission Bay area where beach girls as common, Ave turnes more than a few heads.
The hot August night inexorably turned into a hot August day as temperatures soared into the triple digits, a highly unusual thing for San Diego. A Sunday, the beaches, already crowded with the latest crop of tourists, was further inundated with locals making an open space in the sand premium real estate. Always up at the crack of dawn, Nat had staked out an area in anticipation of Wren’s joining him once the coffee had percolated its way through her bloodstream. It wasn’t the twin towels he’d spread on the sand or the surfboards standing like tombstones that kept the small area free of encroaching beachgoers, it was Nat’s physical presence, all seven foot three inches of him. Sitting cross-legged on the end of his towel, his forearms resting on his knees, Nat watched the wAvés and the seeming horde of surfers awaiting something larger than a mere bump in the ocean. It was not going to be a good day for surfing at all. He sighed wistfully then smiled at the thought of Wren’s suppressed delight in the day they would spend someplace other than the beach. He was about to climb to his feet when he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye.
She was small, maybe 5’5”, with long, straight black hair and very nicely rounded body. The white bikini she wore seemed to glow against a tan every bit as deep as Nat’s own and the tail of a surfboard was planted near her small bare feet. With a fist on one hip, she looked down at Nat expectantly.
“Morning,” he said with a little bob of the head.
“You a big guy,” she said with a pleasant, yet odd, accent. Nat didn’t place it immediately. “How ‘bout you give up some of that territory?”
Not Caribbean … South Pacific? It clicked. He’d surfed with a Samoan when he’d competed and won that Florida meet. He grinned and arose to his feet. He expected her to back away as he towered over her but she didn’t.
“You even bigger standing up,” she said with a grin.
Nat laughed. He liked the way she didn’t cower at his height and the ease of her smile.
“Actually,” he began. “I was just thinking about pulling up stakes.”
She gazed out at the ocean through black eyes and sighed.
“First day on a California beach and it’s as flat as my board,” she shook her head.
Taking a stab he said, “Samoa probably has better wAvés.” This caused the girl to look up at him out of the corner of her eye.
“Yeah, but anything’s better than this,” she replied. “Most people don’t recognize a Samoan accent.”
“Surfed against Maika Felise last month in Florida,” Nat explained. “Great surfer.”
“You must be Nat Ryan then,” she said offering a hand. “Avéolela Aloese.”
“Nice to meet you Avéolela,” he replied.
“Call me Avé,” she said.
“And I’m Nat,” he smiled.
“So, you gonna share the sand?” she said glancing down at the towels.
“Hey, no problem,” he replied scooping up his towel. “Like I said, I was just thinking about leaving.”
“Is it the wAvés or the company,” she said with a sexy little smirk but she was surprised when the big young man didn’t blush and start stammering.
“The wAvés,” he said. “The company’s just getting interesting.”
“Well why don’t we hAvé a seat and talk up some real wAvés,” she suggested, driving her board into the sand.
She flipped out her towel far enough from the second towel to give him room to replace his own.
“Who you saving the spot for?” Avé asked.
“That would be me,” said the cool voice of a tall, slim girl with curly black hair wearing a huge man’s dress shirt over a black one piece bathing suit. Her face was shaded by a large white flat brimmed hat. She pulled off a pair of Dior Diorissimo sunglasses and regarded the two. Nat’s eyes lit up for a second then he saw the façade was back on Wren’s face and his brows knitted.
“Nathaniel, don’t frown so, it gives you a wrinkle between your eyes,” Wren said depositing a small cooler on the sand beside her towel. “Who is our new friend?”
She stepped up to Nat and stood on her tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss, a display of affection she rarely gAvé with an audience. For a moment he forgot everything else and wrapped his arms around her to turn the kiss into something more than a peck on the lips. When they broke she looked up at him with a half smile.
“Perhaps a ‘public display of affection’ is something I should do more often,” she whispered.
“Perhaps,” he whispered back.
To Avé there was no doubt just exactly what the ‘public display’ had been about. She’d obviously stepped between the tall, handsome surfer and the beautiful, slender girl that had just arrived and the girl was wasting no time in claiming her territory. She rose to her feet and offered the girl a hand.
“I’m Avé Aloese,” she said. “Nat was gracious enough to offer me a spot in the sand.”
For a moment Wren considered the girl who was many things Wren, herself, was not. Short, curvy, tanned and an obvious surfer Wren felt an unaccustomed flash of insecurity.
“Wren Collins,” she said coolly, taking the girl’s offered hand.
“Nice to meet you,” Avé replied.
“Wren,” Nat began. “I was just pulling up stakes for the day. The wAvés look like a bust.”
“He was bequeathing me his spot,” Avé added.
“You ARE the one that told me ‘a day without surfing is a day without sunshine’ are you not?” Wren arched an eyebrow.
“I think, barring a sudden storm, I doubt I could even get up,” Nat confessed.
Avé half smiled to herself then tilted her head and stared out at the ocean. A swell humped up a hundred meters off the shore, just to the ocean side of the line of surfers patiently sitting on their boards waiting for anything big enough to ride. Instantly the more experience fell over onto their bellies and watched the rising ripple of water over their shoulders. Just before reaching the surfer line, the swell rose to about a meter and a half and almost half the surfers began to paddle, dropping onto the face of the wAvé to begin their ride. A number kicked out though, realizing the danger of so many trying to catch this one wAvé but the majority stayed with it. By the time it hit the shore only a few remained on their boards. Avé smiled at the sight then turned her attention back to the two beside her. Both silently regarded her with nearly identical looks of speculation. She blushed like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
“What?” she said.
“Would the name Miller mean anything to you?” Nat asked in response. Avé’s eyes widened.
“It seems our new friend lacks a Poker Face,” Wren observed.
“You’re both ...” Avé began.
“SlAvés of Agent Miller’s?” Wren replied.
“I wouldn’t call it slAvéry, Wren,” Nat said with a grin. “More indentured servitude.”
“But how did you know I did it?” Avé asked.
Nat pointed to the ground where a band of wet sand about four inches wide led straight as an arrow from Avé’s bare foot to the water line.
“I doubt anyone else would hAvé seen it with all these people milling around,” Nat said.
“I suggest we take this back to the cottage,” Wren glanced around at the mob of people crowding in on them from all sides. “Besides, I believe that will be the day’s only big wAvé.” She gAvé Avé a significant look that made her nod.
Tucking both boards under one arm, Nat also relieved Wren of the small cooler but couldn’t get her to surrender the two towels. Instead she draped them over one arm and tucked her free hand into the crook of Nat’s arm.
“Will you please join us,” Nat asked politely.
They waited patiently as Avé gathered her towel and board then led her up off the beach onto the boardwalk. After more than a few dirty looks and snide comments about the boards, they turned on to a narrow street with only a few people. A couple of blocks later they stopped in front of a comfortable looking little cottage with a patch of sandy grass for a front yard. Wren preceded them up the narrow cement walkway and opened the door without the use of a key. Holding the screen door wide, she waited for Nat to duck under the lintel with the boards then nodded to Avé to follow him. By the time she stepped inside, the boards had been placed on a rack that cover most of the wall to the left and Nat was behind a breakfast counter rummaging through a refrigerator.
“We hAvé soda, fruit juice and ice water,” he said, straightening, one hand holding the necks of a pair of water bottles, the reusable type with the built-in filter.
“Juice would be nice,” Avé replied glancing around for a place to put the board.
“Lean it against the wall,” Wren suggested gesturing to the corner behind the door.
Free of the board she turned to take in the small interior.
‘L’ shaped, the room ran the width of the cottage’s front with the ‘L’s leg immediately in front of the door and filled by a kitchen. The living room had a sand colored couch along the inner wall with a pair of dark blue recliners backed up to a bay window. On the remaining wall a TV sat on a table next to a small stereo system.
“HAvé a seat,” Nat suggested, handing a bottle of water to Wren before offering Avé a tall, sweating glass of fruit juice over ice.
Wren dropped onto the couch at the near end and tucked her feet up before taking a sip of the water. Reading it as a sign, Avé took one of the chairs and made herself comfortable. Nat took the opposite end of the couch from Wren.
“How long ago did Miller ‘recruit’ you?”
Avé could almost hear the quotation marks in Nat’s tone.
“Four days ago,” she replied.
“He is slowing down in his old age,” Wren remarked. “He only gAvé the rest of us a single day.”
“The rest of you?”
“So, he hasn’t told you about the rest of us?” Nat asked.
“No,” she replied. “I got in yesterday in the afternoon and he had some blonde girl show me to my room on the third floor.”
“Team Three begins,” Nat said.
“Excuse me?”
“You will be in Team Three,” Wren explained. “Nat and I are in Team Two, on the second floor.”
“There are eight in our team, ten in the first team,” Nat went on. “We each get our own floor and when the senior team graduates, I guess we all move down a floor.”
“Why did you call it indentured servitude?” Avé asked Nat.
“Tell me, how did Miller approach you about this?” He asked in return.
“I dunno,” she shrugged. “I mean what exactly do you mean? He just showed up one day in Pago Pago and talked to my parents. They asked me if I wanted to come to the States to go to school and told me the government was offering a college scholarship, full ride. Heck, I jumped at the chance!”
“They tell you that this was a school to train future government supers?” Nat asked.
“Yeah, they said like the military,” she replied. “I get an education and in return I get training and serve my country.”
“Someone has definitely rewritten Miller’s sales patter,” Wren commented.
“Nah, we just hAvé a better BS detector,” Nat said back.
“Why do you say that? What did he do to you?”
“Blackmail ...“ Wren said.
“Bribery ... “ Nat said.
“Threats ...” Wren added sourly.
“Needless to say, Agent Miller is not one of our favorite people,” Nat admitted.
“No indeed,” Wren said. “Loathing is not quite ...”
“Harsh enough?” Nat asked with a little smile.
“I was told we had to stay at the school, how’d you guys get a house like this off-campus?”
“I hAvé lived in this house all my life and Miller is not going to tell me I can’t continue doing so,” Nat sounded almost savage.
“And I find the ambiance more appealing than Standard Government Issue,”
Wren added.
“Plus it irritates Miller to no end,” Nat said with a grin.
“There is that added bonus,” Wren agreed.
“He doesn’t just come down here and order you out?”
“I would very much like to see that,” Wren said coolly.
“There are a few things Miller has been forced to accept,” Nat said.
“I am actually surprised he hasn’t had the place bombed while we are out,” Wren’s tone was only a little sarcastic.
“He would do that?” Avé’s eyes widen.
Nat nodded. “If he thought he could get away with it.”
“What about the others?” she asked.
“Most of our team runs in and out of here like they own the place but we are the only ones that actually live here,” Nat told her.
“What about the other team?”
“We hAvé very little to do with them so far, I am not even sure they know of the cottage,” Wren said.
“Miller and their team ‘leader’ seem to prefer we not mingle,” Nat said.
“I believe Miller thinks we might be contagious,” Wren said.
“That and Mark can’t stand me, or you,” Nat grinned at Wren.
“Mark Law, Ranger, the Team One leader ... for now,” Nat replied.
“Why doesn’t he like you?” Avé asked.
“Nathaniel sealed him in a garbage bin and threw him out to sea,” Wren replied with a smirk.
“I told him not to curse at you,” Nat said.
“You know I can take care of myself, Nathaniel,” Wren gAvé him a reproachful look that softened into amusement.
“I hAvé no doubt but by my taking things into my own hands, Mark is ‘beaten’ by another guy, not some skinny ballerina,” Nat teased.
Wren’s eyebrow shot up. “Skinny?”
“Svelte is my preferred term but Mark doesn’t hAvé my vocabulary.”
“You guys known each other long?” Avé asked.
“Almost two years,” Nat said. “Will be two on December 6th.”
“A man who remembers an anniversary,” Avé said in mock wonder.
“He does seem to hAvé a few good points,” Wren agreed.
“How long you been together?” Avé asked.
“Since Mars for me,” Nat said.
“It took a hair-raising near death experience for you to decide?” Wren gAvé him a cool look.
Nat shook his head slowly. “No, it took that for me to admit it to myself.”
“Hair-raising near death? Mars?”
Both merely shared a little smile and offered no explanation.
“For me,” Wren began, “It was three days later.”
The legal size envelope flashed in Nat’s mind and inevitably the sheaf of 8x10 nude photos of Wren. Anger flashed in his eyes.
“I ... think I began to dare to hope then,” Wren said. “The way you reacted ...”
“That’s over,” Nat said. “That’s all behind us.”
Wren nodded and slowly unfolded, her feet ending up on Nat’s lap. He lifted one to his lips and kissed her big toe. Avé wasn’t sure exactly why it seemed more touching then if they’d thrown themselves into each other’s arms. These two were definitely a couple. Wren caught her watching them and retracted her legs.
“Where are you from, Avé?” she asked.
“Pago Pago, American Samoa,” she replied.
“How did Miller find you,” Nat asked.
“My house caught on fire and I put it out,” she replied with a shrug.
“And someone saw it ...” Wren surmised.
Avé nodded.
“It got in the paper,” she said. “It’s not like Samoa is over-flowing with metas so I guess I was news-worthy.”
“So water powers,” Nat said.
“Yeah, you?”
“Gravity,” Wren said.
“I throw things.” Nat said.
“To Mexico,” Wren added with a half smile.
“Orbit, with Wren’s help,” Nat added.
“Are you serious?”
“Actually, we’ve never tried but I am pretty sure I could get something to orbit,” Nat said.
“Besides surfing and throwing things, what do you guys do?”
“Wren is a rising star,” Nat began.
“I just joined a few days ago,” Wren said.
“Joined what?”
“The California Ballet Company,” Nat said proudly.
“So when he said ballerina,” Avé began.
“I was being literal,” Nat finished. “But definitely not the ‘skinny’ part.”
“So now I am fat?”
“Wren,” Nat said softly. “You are the most perfect woman on the planet.”
Avé expected a snort of derision but Wren just unfolded her long legs back into Nat’s lap.
As is has turned out, the two, potentially, most powerful members of the Minuteman Project have landed together in Team Blue. Ave is the master of water, which could mean a wave to put out the fire in her home, or … inundate a good stretch of any coastline. Yes, she has the ability to call up a massive tsunami capable of devastating some 25 miles of any coast in the world. This is classified as Top Secret for obvious reason.

Short of complete devastation, she is capable of far less grand-scale feats including the fire extinguishing, and the small wave she created at Mission Beach when she met Nat Ryan and Wren Collins. She is also capable of throwing balls of water with sufficient force to injure a target or create something similar to a water cannon that can push things around. One other ‘secret’ power she can use has only been shared with Nat Ryan … her ability to create a ‘helmet’ of water around a target’s head and effectively drowning them. While the thought of using it does scare her a little, she has assured Nat that in the event of a life and death situation where an innocent might be endangered, she will not hesitate to use lethal force.

There is one drawback to her powers … she needs a source of water for things to work. If a natural source of water is available, this is not a problem. If open water is not nearby … well the pipes under the street work just as well … usually to the annoyance of the people at public works.
Samoa isn't exactly the education capital of the South Pacific what with having only a single community college. Nor was it known for its challenging choices for work. Ave, at 14, already had a plan in her head. She was going to go to the mainland and get into a great college to study marine mammals. Both of her parents worked for the US government, something of a rarity, in support of the small contingent of US military personnel still stationed there. Those jobs gave her family a higher standard of living then almost all of her friends but she was a realist and knew that college on the mainland was a pipe dream.

At least it WAS a pipe dream ... until the fire.

When Special Agent Miller arrived on a military flight and drove directly to the home of her grandparents where her family was staying, it took Miller exactly three words to recruit Ave into the Minuteman Program ... FREE COLLEGE ANYWHERE.

Her parents always knew Ave was brilliant, in fact, her perfect grades more than showed her to be a cut above just about anyone on the island. Her instant acceptance of a free education was not a surprise. All the 'surprise' had been exhausted for the family two nights before, when a wave rolled up the middle of the street without touching a thing to either side. It crested, towered over their flaming house, and then broke, extinguishing the fire instantly. Though flooded, with a burned out kitchen, the house was saved. A local news crew caught the whole incident on tape. It went international within hours. Samoa had a meta-human and Special Agent Miller wanted her.

Ave is pretty mellow and rarely gets excited or upset. She can also be stubborn and really hates confrontation. Her favorite food is just about any seafood and she prefers Coke. Her favorite movie is Underworld and favorite movie genre is vampire movies, to go along with this, she reads Urban Fantasy and her new favorite author is Kim Harrison.

Ave is ready to accept just about anything the government throws at her in exchange for a shot at UCSD’s Scripps marine biology program. A few years playing guardian of the nation? No problem. She’d study hard and work hard … with a little surfing on the side. Life was just about everything she'd ever dreamed.
Ave is capable of a maximum combat speed of 22.37 mph / 36.00 kph / 19.44 knts and a maximum non-combat speed 44.75 mph / 72.00 kph / 38.87 knts while swimming.
Created: Tue, 30 Jan 2024 09:03:20

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