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Smash n' Grab, a Brotherhood Story; Old-fashion wild-west style raid! YE-HAW
Topic Started: Nov 12 2008, 05:03 AM (1,770 Views)
Deadpool
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“D-E-D-P-O-O-l”

Yeah yeah... I know what you're thinkin... I forgot the A. Well I didn't forget. I just didn't have enough juice to make 'em all. I barely had enough to make the L; had to settle for a lowercase L and to be honest... that just looks tacky. Hmm... next time this problem comes up, I might just opt for leaving off the L instead. 'Deadpoo is funnier anyway.

Zipping up the fly of his pants, Wade whirled away from the wall that now brandished a bastardized form of his name in dripping letters. Making his way toward the small pile of crates he intended on taking with him, he paused in mid-stride, looking over his shoulder at the many other sealed cases and crates scattered about the area.

Y'know... I'm already here... wouldn't hurt to take a look around and see if there's anything else I might be interested in for myself. I might could get all my Christmas shopping done in here. I know Bullseye has been dying for one of those knew thermal ordinance grenade launchers with the digital display that tells time and temperature as well as which way you're pointing the thing. Lets see what Uncle Sam's been spending my tax dollars on, hmm?

Deadpool dropped in front of a green, reinforced steel case and unfastened all six clips. He began lifting the case off when suddenly a male voice crackled over one of the fallen soldier's radios, “Sargent Leary, report.” Wade dropped the lid and dove for the radio, picking it up and pressing the button on the side, “Uh, everything's under control. Situation normal.”

“Why didn't you report,” the voice inquired.

Deadpool hesitated briefly before answering. “Uh, we had a slight weapons malfunction, but everything's perfectly all right now. We're all fine here now, thank you.” Wade paused briefly before adding, “How are you?”

Wade gave a small sigh of relief when the radio stayed silent. Hopefully no one would come and check up on Leary or Coll- I mean Piot- I mean... Private Russovich. Russovich? Seriously? The accent, the fact that he's a big strapping man, and the name... could he possibly be more Russian? With the device still in his hand, Wade made his way over to the box again, opening it once more. Suddenly, he was interrupted as the radio burst to life again, “We're sending some men to confirm your status report.”

“Negative, negative. We've got a reactor leak here now. Give us a few minutes to lock it down. Large leak, very dangerous,” Deadpool replied, dropping the partially open lid once more.

“What are you talking about? Who is this?”

The masked merc tossed the radio on the ground and fired several rounds into it, causing the heavy plastic casing to shatter. “Boring conversation anyway,” Wade said as he reholstered his weapon, and attempted to open the box for a third time. His eyes grew wide in disbelief at what he was looking at, and for the first time in years, the hired gun was at a loss for words.
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Dazzler had ridden in many vehicles in her young life. She had ridden in cars, SUVs, trucks, limousines, airplane (propeller and jet), but never had she ridden in the trailer of a tractor-trailer. Though not the lowest point of her life it did make her appreciate the soft leather backseat of a stretch limo. Although this was no stretch limo the team needed something more fitting for the mission, and something that would hold Juggernaut. That is where the Big Pig came in. It was large enough to hold Juggernaut, was practically unstoppable, and screamed badass.

Razorback drove quickly to catch up to the train. Juggernaut kept bitching about how rough it was and for him to take it easy. Dazzler did have to admit it was rather rough in the back, but she couldn’t tell what was worse the ride or putting up with bickering of Juggernaut and Razorback. The trailer jerked as the Big Pig converted to railroad tossing the group about. Juggernaut performed what would probably be his chivalrous act for the day by keeping Camera steady. Now that was an odd couple. I thought once you went Juggernaut it was impossible to go back, she thought.

“Git goin'!” Razorback snapped alerting them that it was time to go.

Juggernaut left forward crashing through the train creating a large whole in the side. One by one each of the members filed out, and Dazzler was left alone in the trailer. Soon Razorback would pick up Toad and the three of them would invade the train.
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Gambit(Matt)
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The Cajun remained quiet the rest of the time, mainly just waiting for the action to start. He'd always hated the hour before a job was supposed to go underway... so many thoughts could go through the heads of the most experienced thieves. What could go wrong? What could be unexpected? What if there was more resistance than anticipated? What if the merchandise wasn't where it was supposed to be? The hour before the mission could drive the most seasoned veteran mad, and Gambit had seen it before.

A jarring of the trailer emptied the Cajun of his paranoid thoughts as the vehicle made its transition from the highway to the railway; the mitigated sound of steel grinding steel reverberated through the trailer. Suddenly, the intercom blared with Buford's voice, 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 trailer jarred again, threatening to topple a couple of the members standing inside before the side panels of the trailer began opening, revealing the train they were meant to rob.

"Party time," Juggernaut said as he wasted no time dismounting the trailer, pausing only to test the walkways tentatively to make sure it held his copious weight. Satisfied, the massive mutant crossed the structure and tore through the iron gate and wall as if they were made of paper mache.

"Come on boys. We can't let him have all the fun," Camera shot at them before following close behind Cain. Dey sure has gotten awful comfy with each other.

“Ladies first, chere,” the Cajun said as he flashed her his most charming smile, flicking the cigarette to the ground and crushing it underfoot as the wind whipped through the open trailer and played with his hair. He let Tom go next as he pulled his telescopic staff from inside his coat and flashed an equally attractive grin at Dazzler, “See you on the other side.”

Reaching the other side just in time to see Tom down a guard stationed at the back, he placed a gloved hand on the mutants arm to attract his attention, “Let's hope dey all that easy, eh,” he quipped before taking on a slightly more serious tone. “Listen,” he said “We got a shoppin list and all, but dem sharp eyes out for anything extra. Ain't no one said we can't make a little extra scratch off dis... without anyone else knowin, dat is.” Gambit figured the fencer had already had a similar train of thought, but he wanted the man to know he wasn't the only one. Perhaps if they worked together, they'd be able to secure something valuable without having to share the profit with anyone else.
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Juggernaut
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Cain had simply opened himself a pathway into the train. The wall on the back of the train's "caboose" had a hole as large as himself, so that was the best way for him and others to make an entrance. He heard the concussive firing of Tom's magic stick blast past him. From the very corner of the portholes of his metal helm, he saw the brilliant flash connect with a security guard that had aimed a weapon towards Cam. If Cain had seen the man first, he would have torn him in half for daring to aim a weapon towards the woman.

Anyways, it was probably for the best Cain didn't see it and Tom got the guy instead. There'd be a huge mess and they'd be delayed more than they already were. Trolling through the train car, he cleared a path for those behind him. He was a wall, a moving tower. Even metal barriers fell before him but so far, there was only luggage and boxes full of crap here. It was a train, after all. There were reportedly passengers in the front of the train, so the Big Pig would soon depart to take a parallel railway and rejoin up at the front where Toad was. The creeper could hop onto the trailer as it pulled in front of the train -- they'd be able to take care of the passengers and limit casualties.

Couldn't say the same for the soldiers though! Just as Juggernaut came through the other end of the first car, he crashed his way into the second, where three more guards had been gathering, preparing to come for them, their radios humming with communication and static sounds. The wall Cain took out flattened them all. Stepping into it, almost like a cartoon, his heavy boots flattened the metal "door" with a crack.

He spoke, simply assuming that people were still following him. "They're comin'. Just squashed some under here. Check their weapons, see if they're using some of them supressin' weapons." He grunted, moving forward again, his head lowering and, like a battering ram, smashed through the other end of the second car, the resounding echo of his assault causing the next few train-cars to tremble.
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Kim Parker
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Kimberly and Wolverine. LOL

That couldn't possibly end well.
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Camera
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That soldier came outta nowhere! Luckily for her Black Tom took care of it for her. After he called out to her she smiled and nodded to him. The Cajun suggested that they could make their own little profit, she liked that idea. But there was something to attend to first. Cain stormed through more of the train, having to run to catch up to him. She caught up just in time for her to hear the mass of muscle say that more soldiers was coming. As soon as he had moved the trembling of other cars as he continued to smash she lifted the metal door.

The soldiers under it were smashed like bugs on a newspaper. “Yech.” The blonde reached for one of the weapons they were using. It was flatter than paper. “Well this would have been helpful if it wasn’t flatter than these guys.” After taking a look at it she shouted to Cain, “You’re clear, it’s just regular ‘ready, aim, fire’ weapons!” Camera tossed the flattened weapon and ran in the same direction as The Juggernaut. It would be very soon that the soldiers would catch up with them.

As the blonde was heading to the next cart she made sure to keep her eyes open for anymore pop-up soldiers. Low and behold waiting behind door number two was another sapien soldier. His weapon was aimed at the Juggernaut’s back. Before he could fire she grabbed his weapon and swung it up to knock him in the face. “Tsk tsk. Bad boy.” Camera threw the weapon to the other side of the cart and dragged the soldier to the door. After opening it she tossed the soldier out of the train. Brushing her hands off she dashed forward to close the gap between her and Cain.
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Deadpool
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Suddenly, all the radios carried by the other guards burst to life, “All units! Hostiles at the back of the train. Suspected mutants! All personnel to the rear immediately!”

Deadpool dropped the lid of the case he'd been staring so intently into, as he whirled around, startled by the sudden break in silence. He looked from the prone bodies of his fallen enemies to the door leading to the back compartments, and then back to the crate he had been examining.

You know... I should probably get all this stuff and book it. I turn in all this stuff pawn off all the rest, and put this little baby somewhere safe where no one can find it. Deadpool stroked the top of the case as he looked around at the rest of his cargo, just begging to be whisked away by his teleportation device. But where's the fun in that?

With his mind made up, he bolted for the door poised to smash through it football style. Crashing into the steel barrier, the merc crumpled against with a loud thud before bouncing off it to land on his back. Ow... okay... not the exit I had in mind.


Soldiers were pouring through the open door of the newly-breached cargo hold, strafing to the left and write of the portal and crouching down on one knee to keep their military-issued firearms steady as they trained them on the big guy. Officer Thomas “TJ” Jackson's eyes widened in surprise as he sighted down his side piece in a standing position behind his wall of crouching men. He got a good look at his fellow soldiers scattered around the floor – dead or unconscious... it remained to be seen.

“Stand down,” he barked at the massive behemoth of a man in front of him, a deadly expression painted all over his dark face. “Take one more step forward, mutie, and we'll be forced to open fire on you and you people.” He wasn't sure if the threat would work or not, but all he had to do was stall them until reinforcements came... they'd be coming soon.


The head of Major Herbert Samuels exploded in a magnificent display of brain matter and gore as his body toppled backward onto the lifeless bodies of ten men. The mercenary who had been their executioner glared menacingly down the sight of his PT145 sidearm. “Applesauce, biatch!”

Suddenly the room was much more quiet than it was moments before – the sudden absence of shouting and and gunfire almost made the silence oppressive. “They looked like they were in a hurry. Hope they weren't trying to get anywhere really important,” Wade said as he slipped the nearly empty clip out of his gun and jammed in a fresh one. The merc reholstered his sidearm as he stepped toward the fallen officer; he wiped a bit of blood from off his mask and bent over to unclip the card from off the Major's camouflage shirt, “Don't worry... I'm sure the government will take care of your family...” He glanced at the name on the card, “...uh... Herbert? Oh nevermind. You probably don't have any. Herberts aren't exactly known for their love-making skills... 'Give it to me Herbert. Ride me big... Herbert.' Nope,” Wade said as he rummaged through the man's pockets looking for anything of value. What? He doesn't need it.

Fishing out a wallet, Wade stood up as he thumbed through it, his eyes immediately falling on the picture of one of the most gorgeous women he'd ever seen in his life. “Whoa! Herbert! I take back everything I ever said about you. She's a fox! I'll definitely have to comfort her in her time of grief.” He flipped the picture over and read the writing on the back.

'Love you, big brother! Keep fighting the good fight – Stace'

“Ha! Told ya you couldn't get any,” Deadpool said as he turned toward the barrier that had kept him from leaving the room. Raising the card, he swiped it over the electronic sensor and the door immediately slid open for the mercenary. To the circus!
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Black Tom
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Tom followed Cain and Camera to the inside of the train. The going would be a little more difficult. The guards would be more concentrated on the interior of the train. These men were paid some degree of salary, at least, to protect the goods of the train. If they were men of their word and of good fiber, they would protect the cargo to the best of their abilities. If the Brotherhood was lucky, the men would protect it as well as they got paid and Tom hoped that pay wasn’t very much.

Cain barreled through the train bringing a wall down and crushing some guards underneath. As they walked over the fallen wall, there was a squishing noise. Tom snarled his lip in disgust. It was not very pleasant, but such matters never were.

As they made their way along the train a guard appeared. He trained his weapon on Juggernaut quickly. This time it was Camera who saved the day. The blonde quickly dispatched the human meatsack. That was about what he was reduced to, meat, as Camera chucked him from the train. Cam hurried to catch up to Cain. There was definitely something between the two of them. Tom was too much of a gentleman to ask. He’d find out soon enough, things would get passed through the rumor mill.

Tom ran over the schematics of the train in his mind. They had all tried to memorize the lay out of the train so that the plan could run smoothly. “The cargo car is up ahead, shortly,” Tom called out.

As they walked along a guard burst from a door and attacked Tom. He was wielding a vicious KBAR knife. The guard slammed the Irishman against the hull of the train and Tom had both of his hands holding the knife at bay. He groaned but the knife edged closer to his chest. Tom gave an extra push and shoved forward. The guard was knocked off balance and stumbled to the opposite of the train car. He pushed forward but Tom kicked him back against the hull. Tom was now able to bring the tapered end of his shillelagh around and jabbed it into the man’s chest. With both hands on the shaft he fired a blast into the man’s chest. The guard wheezed and slumped to the floor.

Tom frowned at the man. He liberated the man of his side arm and extra ammunition clips. The Irishman held his staff in one hand and the pistol in the other. “Crisis averted. Let’s get this cargo and leave,” he said.
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Black Tom
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Tom and Rosie. Oh. God.
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Dust
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Dust and Riva. The comedy gold will write itself!
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Riva
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I'll have you stripping off that burka in five minutes, tops.
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Jet Black
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Hhahahaa!


Jet and Cain. He got one sister in bed.... dare he try for the other?

Black Tom and Havok. Drug Dealer and ex-alcoholic... what could go wrong?

Rage and Razorback. Theya re BEST friends after all. ;)

Kitty and Toad. Hahahhaha!!!

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Gambit(Matt)
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Remy had decided to take up the rear of their little group, mindful of the strewn bodies in the wake of their destruction and making sure that none of them were making their injuries out to be worse than they were just so they could have a chance to take out one or two 'muties' in a surprise attack. As it turned out, however, his three companions were good at their jobs – all of those caught in the unstoppable mutant force of the Brotherhood were either unconscious, dead, or disabled in some similar way.

Suddenly, a soldier dropped directly into Remy's line of sight – probably some hatch or access panel from the top. Some young maverick fresh out of boot camp was obviously trying to be a hero. Another dropped beside the first as the trailblazer waved his gun in the opposite direction of the mutants in an attempt to secure the area. His companion however, facing the correct way, spotted the quartet immediately, bringing his gun to bear on the mutants as he let out a shout, alarming the first guard that they had been spotted. A third soldier was dropping from the hatch as well; a picture formed in Gambit's mind of a long line of soldiers standing on the top of the train, awaiting their turn to go down the access panel and face the hated super-powered enemy.

The soldier barely had time to let out a cry before a blazing fuchsia card slammed in his chest, exploding on impact and sending him flying through the hole in the wall into the next car. The third soldier had managed to roll to the side, recovering and training his firearm on the Cajun, firing off a few rounds. Aided by his quick reflexes and superhuman agility, the Cajun managed to strafe to the right and out of sight behind a luggage compartment. Bullets continued to spray from the rear in an attempt to hit Remy's companions, a few of the bullets blazing across the shoulders of Juggernaut before bouncing harmlessly off.

Pulling out another card, Gambit pumped much more kinetic energy in the small piece of glossy board before tossing it in the general direction of the final assailant without looking around the corner to aim. With as much juice as he had just given the seven of clubs, the didn't need to aim. “Fire in the hole,” he yelled before the card exploded behind him. The luggage compartment buckled and nearly gave away in the blast, and the thief could feel the heat roll over him – perhaps he'd put a little too much juice in that last card.

“Crisis averted. Let’s get this cargo and leave.”

His black and red eyes slid over to see Tom with a pistol in one hand and his walking stick in the other; A soldier lay on the floor, his chest smoking. “Sounds good...” Gambit started, the rest of his sentence dying on his tongue as he caught sight of the line of soldiers in front of them.

“Stand down. Take one more step forward, mutie, and we'll be forced to open fire on you and you people.”

“Mon dieu,” he muttered his hand already sliding slowly in his coat to finger some more cards.
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Juggernaut
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Tim for Cain and Buford




You're clear, it's just regular 'ready, aim, fire' weapons! he heard his little button, Camera, shout from behind him. Good. They weren't using the weaponry they were brought here to defend. That made things a lot better for him. Cain knew that he could resist bullet-fire up to a certain calibur, but he didn't know about these new weapons. He'd never been shot with an "Antinaut" bullet before. If they were even bullets. No, it was best that he didn't find out. He needed to just smash through a few more walls and they'd be at the prize.

The titanic mutant moved forward, his heavy boots sending tremors through the flooring of the train. Cain nodded underneath his domed helm, hearing Tom call out behind them The cargo car is up ahead, shortly. He then heard, just barely, the opening of a door and lunging of a body agaisnt another. Wheeling around, he saw Black Tom engaged in combat with a solier wielding what seemed to be a viscious knife. With a snarl, Cain began towards them, feeling the need to smash his foot into the ribs of the guy trying to attack his comrade. But, before he could even pass Camera, Tom had succeeded in dealing with the guard.

Crisis averted. Let's get this cargo and leave, the Irishman said.

"What? You want t' go already? You're a scaredy little Irishman, aren't ya'? Afraid they'll be after your lucky ch--" behind Tom, he saw Cajun Gambit leap into a luggage compartment, a soldier right behind him. With two bounds forward, Cain grabbed Tom and pulled him aside, his titanic figure taking the spray of bullets for Black Tom. Of course, they had no effect on the large mutant. Grunting at the impacts, he watched as Gambit threw a card towards the soldier, which promptly exploded.

"Good talk," he mused as Gambit stood over the man whose chest was smoking. Finished being a wall, he gave Tom a brief but heavy pat on his back and made his way to the head of their party, just as a line of soldiers poured out of the door at the other end of this car, strafing left and right of the hole, lining up a firing squad. Cain looked at them, his eyes hardening. His fingers ground into his fist, his muscles tensing up. His torso flexed underneath his red suit, the outlines and contours of his physique seemingly blowing up in a threatening display.

Stand down. Take one more step forward, mutie, and we'll be forced to open fire on you and your people. Their superior officer assumed they knew how to 'stand down'.

Mon dieu, he heard the Cajun mutter as he joined them. Cain looked at the soldiers, taking note of their weapons and armaments. Nothing he hadn't seen before. His blue eyes remained narrow, glaring at them. They were in his way, standing in a path. Cain knew how to properly deal with situations like this and it fell perfectly into his philosophy. Keep moving, don't stop for anything, not even traffic.

" 'Stand down'?" he asked, almost dumbfounded that they, a little party of humans just enough to block a door, would dare to tell them to stand down.

"Don't you know who I am? I'm--"




"Here to put the 'dick' in Dixie, and the 'cunt' back in country. 'Cause the kind of country I hear now days is a bunch of fuckin' shit to me," Buford sang along with the lyrics of the great legend Hank Williams III. The song was the same one he was playin' when he dropped the other members onto the train. He put it on repeat and was on his third time listening to the track. Didn't know what else to listen to. Lost the Cocaine track for some reason; he'd tamper with it later.

The Big Pig had taken to the parallel track next to the one they were raiding. The Big Pig had taken to speeding up and was now a good distance ahead of the train and was soon to come back onto the main railway here in a sec.

Drumming his fingers on the steering will Buford continued singing along. Looking down the railway, he could see the junction between this and the other metal highway. No doubt the antsy Toad was there waiting to flick the manual switch.. Picking up the radio speaker, he flicked a button and began blaring his baratone voice over it:

"Toad! Get 'cher shit done and hop on! Ain't stoppin' for no frog that gets caught under the tire!"
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Toad stood there, and placed a pebble on the still tracks. He knew it would be coming once it shook a decent amount. And within a few moments, it shook a great amount. Toad's warm eyes widened at the sight of it and kicked it off, looking to the direction of the train.

"Yeehaw!" He cheered sarcastically. At least he'd finally make his way into the heist.. He looked to the two tracks beside him and back to the train. He began to make his way to the mechanism that needed pressing when a annoyed voice rang out. It was Big Pig. He turned to him with a small glare. Pfft. Like he was gunna end up under the wheel.

He prepared to brace himself for a quick leap onto the train, but first, he had to activate the other tracks. With a quick thrust of his tongue, the tip slammed into the button with ease. With a quick reel in of his tongue, Toad watched the tracks quickly change to the other and the train coming his way. A big grin slid on his face as he positioned himself to get on.

His knees bent slightly as the train came down the way. Toad looked down to the tracks once more to make sure he did his job, which he did. He gave nod to himself mentally as he flexed his hands for impact.
The train zoomed by in a moments time, near the middle of the cars, Toad took his leap and landed to the top of one of the cars. His fingers gripped the metaled edge as he began to climb his way to the front of the car. It was slightly annoying as it was hard to breath with so much wind sweeping into his face. He looked to the sighed and gave a small grin as he watched the train go on the right coarse.


"YES!" He cheered mentally and continued his climb forward.
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