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| Smash n' Grab, a Brotherhood Story; Old-fashion wild-west style raid! YE-HAW | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 12 2008, 05:03 AM (1,768 Views) | |
| Jet Black | Nov 11 2008, 01:09 PM Post #1 |
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Preeeetty simple. Post up crazy team ups and laught ast the hilarity. Okay maybe it'll only be funny to me.... cause it pretty much already is. Hehehe Primal and Avery. |
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| Rawson | Nov 11 2008, 05:49 PM Post #2 |
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Nuclear / Atomic Energy Manipulation
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| Buford Hollis | Nov 11 2008, 06:55 PM Post #3 |
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| Static | Nov 11 2008, 07:20 PM Post #4 |
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^ Excellent idea right there. The second pic screams "I WANNA BE JUST LIKE YOU, BUFORD. TEACH ME YOUR WAAAAAAYS!" Riva and Jara (CAT FIIIIIGHT). . . or Camera and Static (for skanking purposes). |
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| Chamber(Old) | Nov 11 2008, 07:26 PM Post #5 |
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lmao Ricochet and Razorback. Charlie Hunnam looks so scruffy there :( |
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| Jet Black | Nov 12 2008, 01:06 AM Post #6 |
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Scariest team up: Dead Girl and Dr. Sin ( ;) ) Shane and Dazzler (hehehe) Hhehehe I know they are by the same player but still....... Deadpool and Magneto. I know I'll be laughing. "It's the man with the typewriter's fault." Jesse and Beast (OH YEA!!!! THAT'S A TEAM UP!!) |
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| Juggernaut | Nov 12 2008, 05:03 AM Post #7 |
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( FYI, I don't know if some people are still participating due to their lack of activity -Cough- Toad -Cough-. If these people do not show up for the thread, then we'll skip Toad having to switch the railroad system and have someone, say, L337, over-ride the thing from a distance.) Time of Day: 11pm, beginning of graveyard duty for the train. Place in the Timeline: After the training threads, after Halloween. November 7th ( If this date is an issue it will be changed). Cain sat on a bench on the inside of Razorback's mighty Big Pig's trailer. The ride had been long and he didn't really know where they were going but he knew it wasn't in New York City, probably not even New York. He didn't like to drive -- got a little motion sickness sometimes when he sat in a car, which is suprising considering what he does for a living. With a furrowed brow, his bald head reflected the Pig's internal lighting systems. His bald head was covered with beads of perspiration. Apparently Razorback had no need for some air conditioning back here. Damn pig always liked sweating like a hog. Now, aside from his raging swamp-ass, Cain was in a decent mood. He was about to take on a train like he always wanted to do, but he was sorry to say that he wouldn't be charging it from the front. No, they were going to dock with the train from the back and then hop on and get what they were doin' done. Shifting forward, his boney elbows dug into his knees, his blue eyes looking towards the red-eyed cajun, Gambit. "So what're we doin'? We're gettin' onto the back of the train -- you, me, Tom, and Cam -- and then just rippin' through the thing? This huge puppy's gonna be wheelin itself around to the front on some side-rail and then boarding from the front? Dammit, Razor'!" he nudged a heavy fist against the trailer's wall, the sound rippling along the metal interior of the machine. "Stop runnin' on all the fuckin' potholes or I'll put another hole in this thing!" He snarled and then turned his attentions back to Gambit. Gambit was smarter than Cain, he knew that. The guy probably was smarter than anyone else here, so he kinda' trusted the guy. "What's the box we're lookin' for anyways? I don't wanna end up smashin' it to pieces accidently or Mags'll chew my ass like a pissy dog. Fuckin," he cursed, the trailer rumbling again over a patch of rough road. "Razor'! I don't care if ya' can down a burbon better than me, I'm still a better driver! This bastard better not have his "Devil Down t' Georgia" playin'. Let us know when we're pullin' up!" |
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| Deadpool | Nov 13 2008, 10:36 PM Post #8 |
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The rubbery cord was wrapped around the soldier's neck, choking the life out of the man on his knees in front of Wade Wilson. It's not like he really needed to be choked to death... it wasn't a necessary thing, what with it being his own intestines cutting off the dying man's air supply. Still... the merc wanted to see if it could really be done. Apparently it can be. Hmm... I should write to Jamie and Adam and let them know that the spongy flesh of several lines of small intestine does indeed have the tensile strength to strangle a grown marine to death. Maybe I'll even get to meet Kari Byron... I could sink my teeth-- “You will release him now.” A strong, commanding voice cut through Deadpool's thoughts like a hot knife through butter. Wade looked up from the top of the dying man's head and into the barrel of an military-issue pistol. Down the top of it to an arm and broad chest of one of the biggest grunts he'd seen in a long time... muscley too. This guy worked out. A lot. “Hey! Me – internal monologuing. You – rudely interrupting,” the merc with the mouth quipped. The marine brought his other hand up to his gun, massaging the grip between his palms while the finger resting on the trigger quivered. “I will not tell you again. Release him at once.” Faster than anyone could have anticipated, Wade's hands dropped the cords and grabbed his victim's head in his hands, quickly jerking the cranium to the side as he twisted it. The sickening sound of a muffled crack accompanied the suffering man's body falling limp as the look of fear and pain froze on his dying face. That means he's dead. “If you insist,” Deadpool said as he let go of his deceased victim. He quickly dove over the body, crouching under the line of fire as a shot sounded off in the steel car. Rolling out of the dive and onto one knee only half a foot in front of his attacker, he had one hand firmly clasped around the other man's gun hand to keep the weapon out of his way as he slung his own Taurus PT145 from its leg holster and rested the barrel firmly under the man's chin. Glaring at the man menacingly, Deadpool wasted no time, “Now... I'm only going to ask you this once, Joe. Which crates have the Sentinel scanners, which crates hold the null tech, and which ones got the Brett Favre bobblehead dolls?” Suddenly, the accent registered with the merc. “Hey... hang on a sec. You're Russian? I thought this was a US military thingy.” The vulnerable soldier merely swallowed, not offering a reply. Deadpool leaned in closer, his face less than an inch from the man's chest as he gave it a good sniff, “And what's this? Cologne? Who're you trying to impress?” Receiving no reply, Wade shoved the weapon against the trembling man's chin, “Hey! You're getting your monologue and your dialog mixed up. This is share time.” Another shove with his firearm emphasized the word, 'share'. “It is my commanding officer,” the man said feebly, now visibly trembling. Wade merely looked up at the soldier, a 'what the fuck' look plastered all over his masked face. “You... are the weirdest marine I've ever met, and that's sayin something.” Without waiting for a reply, the masked man quickly swept the man's feet from under him as he spun around, suddenly on his feet with the Russian's gun in his free hand. Without warning, he delivered a swift kick to the man's left temple, driving the prone soldier to unconsciousness. Sliding his own pistol back into his holster, Deadpool tossed the military issue to the side, “Do yourself a favor, Petey... go home and talk things over with your parents... you obviously got daddy issues.” Turning toward the stacks of crates in front of him, he stepped over the bodies of the five dead men as he set to work trying to find the inventory he was supposed to retrieve for his employer for the week. Well that was almost completely random and pointless, but I'm guessing that there'll be more of 'em pretty soon. There always are... Suddenly, he paused, giving the United States marine a skeptical glance over his shoulder, You know... I think there's a joke in there somewhere... |
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| Camera | Nov 14 2008, 01:37 AM Post #9 |
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They were on their way to a train, to steal something. A quick smash and grab job, no problem. Juggy was pretty much complaining the whole way. Sure Javalina's trailer of The Big Pig wasn't glamorous. But all of them in the main compartment would surely attract attention. Camera rolled her eyes as The Juggernaut shouted about some potholes. After that she pretty much zoned out until he started to shout about something else. "... Let us know when we're pullin' up!" With a small smirk Camera spoke to Jugs, "Aww, calm down honey. Soon we'll be there and you can tear the whole train to shreds. It should be fun." Giving him a small wink as she finished speaking the blonde remembered when talk of the mission first came up. To her it did sound like fun. Who would be there to stop them? Kick some military ass, and then they would see who is really better. But she was starting to get a little bored. So in her head she started to plan and plot. What about; she would tell but it would keep her plenty occupied until they reached the train. Which Camera hoped would be soon. This should be quick, easy, and lots of fun; her kind of night. |
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| Buford Hollis | Nov 14 2008, 02:08 AM Post #10 |
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The Big Pig's trailer most certainly did have air conditioning. Juggernaut had been the one to punch a hole into the side of the Big Pig's trailer, and Buford still hadn't gotten over that. Buddy will have to sweat it out for a while. Sucks to be the the guy that sat next to Juggernaut, but he didn't particularly care. The only one to even attempt to help Buford on repairing the trailer was that weird Rage chick. So, really, it was a twofer on the part of Juggernaut, one for breaking the Pig, and one for making Buford spend time with Rage. Juggernaut may holler and spit about Buford's drivin', but that was tough titties. He was makin' good time. Great time, in fact. It helped quite a bit not having to follow the speed limit. Buford's radar detection did a bit more than the average driver's. It actively disabled Smokey's radar guns, making them more worried about their expensive equipment than makin' quota. Buford, for this particular trip, had wired a intercom from the cab to the trailer. "Juggernaut, if y'all try t'hurt the Big Pig again, y'cen walk home, I reckon," Buford barked, "And fer yer information, I'm playin' Hank Williams the Third up here." A few muffled notes of "Dick in Dixie" could be overheard on the comm. |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Nov 15 2008, 10:27 PM Post #11 |
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"What's the box we're lookin' for anyways? I don't wanna end up smashin' it to pieces accidently or Mags'll chew my ass like a pissy dog.” “Ain't one box, mon ami,” the Cajun said as he used his abilities to light up the cigarette trapped between his teeth. “It's a whole mess of crates, and if Magneto's source can be trusted, dey all in car thirteen, so feel free to smash up as much as you want, but when we get to the right cart, try to keep your hands to yourself.” The light from the cigarette cut through the dimly-lit trailer, briefly exposing the rugged features of Gambit before dying down, tendrils of used nicotine curling around him and drifting lazily through the enclosed compartment. He'd tried his best to refrain from smoking while inside Razorback's vehicle, out of consideration for any of the non-smokers around, but the cig did wonders for his racing mind. After all... he was about to climb onto a moving train full of military types with a bunch of crazies to steal a few pieces of equipment the big guy had a hard-on for. No matter how many years of experience he had with taking things that didn't belong to him, the excitement and rush of possibly getting caught never seemed to leave completely. However, he made sure none of those mild feelings of nervousness were translated onto his visage... it didn't do to look uncertain around this bunch. “You got the rest. Just waitin on word for Razorback to tell us when we're up,” Gambit muttered around the tobacco stick between his lips as he spared Tom and Camera a quick glance. “Keep goin over it in your head though... liable to stick if you do it long enough.” He ran over Magneto's words in his head once more as his head lolled back against the wall, I'm giving you and Tom direct responsibility over this operation. Your experience in these sort of endeavors will prove invaluable. Running his fingers through his hair, Gambit looked back at his teammates, making sure his com was on so that those in the cab could benefit from his words as well, “Scanner's supposed to be pretty damn big. Be easiest to strap it to your back, big guy. Only need one of those. The null tech and the drugs... just bag as much as we can. One of each is enough, but if we can, take more. Any questions?” |
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| Juggernaut | Nov 16 2008, 09:21 PM Post #12 |
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Tim for Cain & BP Aww, calm down honey. Soon we'll be there and you can tear the whole train to shreds. It should be fun, Cam said to his side. Her consolation didn't really help the titanic mutant. He didn't like sitting around couped up in a little truck, it'd be better if he and Cam had the back of this truck to themselves, but fate was a cruel thing. "Yeah, I guess," he said, brooding still. It'll be nice to smash in some faces. Juggernaut, if y'all try t'hurt the Big Pig again, y'cen walk home, I reckon. And fer yer information, I'm playin' Hank Williams the Third up here. The intercom barked, Buford's hicky voice bleeding through the speaker system. "Turn it down then or I'll slap ya' so hard they'll know why they're called red necks!" he bellowed, threatening to smash the inside of the trailor again, his meaty fist thumping into the metal structure. He sighed, disappointed that theyw eren't there yet. He guessed it was because Buford didn't want to get another speeding ticket. The guy must have a thousand at least, or something around that number. Turning his bald head and blue eyes towards the red and black ones of Gambit, he listened. His arms folded over the width of his chest, his back easing to settle against the inside membrane of the truck. "Lets hope it kin' be trusted. I'll do my best not to smash it all in, but try to keep up. Once we get on, I'm trolling through it. Pick up the mess I leave. Hope all we got is some army kids. Most of them'll shit bricks when I come through." He shot a glance towards Tom, then to Gambit. It was best for these kids to be in charge. Cain would rip everything apart. And, on that note, he shot a glance to Cam. "Good luck dodgin' some bullets -- can't wait to see ya' all flexible again." A'ight. Every'un hold ont' yer tits. the intercom blared, Buford speaking loudly. The trailer began to shake wildly, the sound of grating metal echoing through the trailer as the Big Pig's wheels converted to a more appropriate style. The wheels transformed, the rubber lifting as metal surfaces grinded together. The Big Pig converted from the interstate to the rail system, metal screeching until all the wheels gripped the rails. The conversion was bumpy enough to throw a few people from their seats. Cain's hand moved, settling on Cam's shoulder, holding her steady in her seat. Train's ahead, git ready. Gunna' open the doors n' they'll fall over n' stretch out tuh the train n' lock on. Ya'll be careful -- no breakin' the docker or I'll kick the door open on ya'. Ya'll got a minute tuh get off -- exit's comin' up. The intercom said again. Instantly the side-panels of the Big Pig's trailor began to spit open, the decompression causing Cain's ears to pop slightly. They stretched out on either side of the trailer. Built to support even Cain's weight, they unfolded, branching over the empty spaces between the trailer and cab. On either side of the, metal walkways stretched passed the mirrors and the headlights until they nudged the back of the train. Giving the Pig a little gas, Buford docked, the walkways locking in place. Git goin'! Buford barked. Cain grinned, shot Cam a quick wink and grabbed his heavy helm. Walking to the doorway on the passenger's side, he leaned out, the wind whistling against his bald face. "Good think I ain't wearin' underwear -- nice breeze." Stepping onto the walkway, he tested it, making sure Buford didn't fuck up somewhere. Then, confidently, he shifted his mass onto it and moved along it. Balancing was somewhat difficult for him, as the hitch between truck and train wasn't perfect. It offered only a little structural support, but the walk was still shakey. Not stopping until he broke through the iron gate that protected passengers from falling off the back, his boots finally settled onto the train. He lifted his helm over his head and bolted it into place. "Party time," he said, perhaps to himself, perhaps to the others if they had joined him. He didn't know, he couldn't see them with his helm on. In either case, the Juggernaut moved through the back wall of the train, creating a massive gap. The mission had begun. |
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| Camera | Nov 17 2008, 03:18 AM Post #13 |
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She smirked as the Javalina and Cain had their little back and forth. Since her time with the Brotherhood Camera and Jugs had, well, it needed be mentioned. So when he commented on her flexibility she chuckled. The blonde was in touch with her sexuality, maybe a little too much in touch. Soon the Big Pig would screech and change, the rumbling made her off balance until the massive mutant muscle held her steady. Smiling she looked up at him and said, "My hero." Buford told them to move, and Cain gave her a wink. Camera, in response to his wink blew him a kiss. He was a man of a few words but once they were spoken boy did he cause a ruckus. Looking to Black Tom and Gambit the blonde said, "Come on boys. We can't let him have all the fun." She leapt to the train, to follow behind The Unstoppable Juggernaut. After landing on her feet she quickly caught her balance from the Big Pig to the train. Camera moved her neck and it gave out a small crack. Using speed that would be seen on the Olympics she dashed forward, prepared to fight any Soldier boys that wanted to take a swing as the muscle mimic. |
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| Toad | Nov 17 2008, 04:20 AM Post #14 |
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Toad peeked his head out by the tracks where he was meant to wait. Waiting.....boy how he hated to wait. It was so boring. Sometimes it was worth it, but most of the times, it's not. And at the time, Toad was not in the mood to wait. He wanted to move now. But from the looks of it, it was not going to happen soon. His hands reached into his pockets and stood by the tracks, not to close, mind you. He kicked a few pebbles away that sat by his dirty old shoe. He looked up to the sky and let out a heavy sigh. Hopefully it's all work out today. But since was not going to get in on all the action at first, Toad's mood was not the best. Another sigh left his lips as he took his hands from his pockets and fell into a crouched position. "God...! This is so boring....." He hissed coldly as he felt a random chill climb up his hunched spine. "Gah...Annoying..." He flicked a few more stones with his hand as he waited for the train. He let out a small chuckle as he remembered trains. He never really rode one before, but they were always so fun to watch. This will be his first Train ride and train robbery. What fun. As he thought on the mission, he felt his heart pump up with excitement. Finally, he was beginning to feel the rush. |
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| Black Tom | Nov 17 2008, 07:40 AM Post #15 |
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Tom had kept quiet for most of the ride to meet the train. It was darker in the trailer of the Big Pig ad the vibrations from the road and the gentle swaying of the hold were slightly relaxing. He’d had a headache and leaned back against the wall with his eyes closed. Magneto had put this mission on the shoulders of the Cajun and the Irishman. Their experience was a cornerstone for the success of the expedition. That also meant that the shit would be on their faces if anything went wrong. He was leaning back and enjoying the ride. Gambit spoke a few words about the cargo they were to be taking. The scanner would be pretty large and Cain would have to be the one to take the cargo. Tom was going to try and get all the cargo he could but he’d be keeping an eye out for anything that he might be able to sell off at a later time. He was loyal to his group but he was an opportunist after all. Buford came over the speakers and gave them instructs as to what to do. They were approaching the train. The trailer opened up and locked into place on the back of the train. The wind began to whip at them. Tom’s coat fluttered in the wind. This was just like in the movies. They were the outlaws trying to take the loot from the iron horse. “Our main goal is the scanner. There will be interference,” Tom called out over the roar of the incoming wind. “We don’t have time for gentle on this cruise so we’ll have to take them out as fast as we can.” Cain and Cam both hurried across the ramp to the train. Tom followed them close behind. He leaned forward to try and keep his balance against the forward motion of the train and the wind. The sudden appearance of a big rig on the tracks behind the train didn’t go unnoticed. The cargo demanded too much security. The guards would be mobilized and heading their way. Sure enough, one of the guards poked his head up from one of the hatches atop the train. His weapon was drawn on Camera. She was closing the distance but she was too far to try and dispatch the soldier before he fired upon her. Tom fired a blast and struck the man in the face. He fell from sight into the belly of the train. That was team work. “Keep your eyes open. There’s bound to be more coming out of the hive soon.” Tom just hoped there wouldn’t be reinforcements from the air. That was all they needed. Gung ho marines blaring Wagner to kill the mutants did not spell out victory. |
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