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| A Rip in the Void; X-Corp Bunker thing | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 3 2009, 02:18 AM (996 Views) | |
| Lodestone | Mar 3 2009, 02:18 AM Post #1 |
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Time of Day: Mid-Afternoon Place in the Timeline: February 26th It was a nice long drive to get to this place, way out here on the north side of the Catskill Mountains. Four or five hours, give or take. It didn't help that it took him a little while longer than expected to get here this morning. He made a wrong turn... or two... maybe three. He wasn't sure. Somehow he ended up way down Ferris Hill, and that didn't seem to want to go down onto 23 to get into Toad Hollow. Toad Hollow was an isolate canyon that had a small, single-lane road passing through it (23). Supposedly, the military used it as an outpost or some bunker of sorts during the Cold War. Supposedly. It had been out of commission for who knows how long now, leaving it just to gather dust. X-Corp had decided to do something in order to assist in the rehabilitaiton of the KICK addicts, so it was bought out and sold. The military left a load of crap in there -- old computers, rusty desk, boxes of useless materials. There were even signs that things had been burned. Maybe something happened here in the bunker's hayday, but that day was long gone. Walking through one of the main hallways, the jingle of keys sang from his side with every other step. Around him, the static hum of manipulated molecular charges thrummed from the 5 objects hovering around him several feet off the ground. An old table with 3 legs (as the fourth had rusted off), two chairs, and two computers. Each was old beyond reason, probably older than Lodestone himself. Must be nice to be compared to some old and rusty furniture. Hopefully he wouldn't look like any of this stuff when he gets as old as it. Though, right now, he was a bit too young to be worrying about being old. Lifting the magnetized items, the objects rose into the air and hovered forward, keeping Edmund's concentration until they were outside of the 2 story entrance and in a large dumpster which had been placed there for the cleaning process. Things were going well. They were working top to bottom, slowly cutting into the ratio of clean and not clean. Mostly, it was just dust and furniture. With a simple click of the walky-talky (one of which everyone was given in order to communicate with one-another), Edmund turned around and began heading into the deeper parts of the compound: "If anyone needs anything, let me know. I'm going to head down to that big room in the lower levels to see what's there. Let me know if you need anything," he said on the little communicator, turning around a corner and walking down into the darkness, pulling out the flashlight that was in his pocket. |
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| Engineer | Mar 4 2009, 09:29 PM Post #2 |
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Travis had changed a lot in the past three weeks. The death of Warren Worthington the Third had hit him particularly hard, and forced him to change his habits and way of thinking… the world was too harsh to try to kill people with kindness. No, in this case, Travis felt that an act of the most extreme degree had been carried out. He didn’t believe for an instant that it was some kind of mechanical malfunction of the plane… someone had killed him, Architech was sure of it. Warren was one of the nicest people he had ever met, and someone had literally torn his wings off, and then caused his plane to crash. How could such hate be countered by his usual kindness? It couldn’t… that kind of cruelty had to be met with force. Because of that, Travis was not as he normally was. Granted, exploring this bunker wasn’t exactly a mission fraught with peril, but he kept a concussive pistol on him at all times now… as well as several throwing daggers in his sleeves. He wasn’t about to be caught off guard… there was simply too many people who cause harm to him and those he cared about… and he was taking proper precautions. Before entering, he had waited, being habitually early, and noted that Lodestone, the only other person he knew was coming, had been late. He had explained that he had gotten lost, which Travis only responded by saying that he would create him a GPS later. Unsure of whom else was coming; he had left five more tiny ear-radios on his car hood, easily visible, and entered with Edmund. They had stuck together for the first few minutes, but he had gotten impatient, and wanted to proceed on to the lower levels, while Travis wanted to check the rooms on the ground floor a little more thoroughly. “Alright, just keep me posted… I’ll be down there in a minute…” he replied into his communicator. He wasn’t officially appointed any type of leadership position… but he was older, and he also was the one who had created the radios they were using, so it had seemed natural. This bunker needed a lot of work, but most of it would be relatively easy. Considering his limitless ability to absorb things, there was a high chance that Travis would come in here and spend a day just getting rid of things that couldn’t be used anymore and patching up the few cracks in the walls and floors he saw here and there. Lost in his own thoughts for a moment, he continued to wander the different rooms, opening them up and noting anything that needed done. Photographic memory really came in handy in situations like these because he could remember everything that was wrong without having to write them down. Peering through the rooms with his tech-glasses, he had ensured that beforehand that the telepathic Jean Grey, the leader of their group, was permitted through his slight firewall he had created to keep his thoughts to himself. She still wouldn’t be bombarded with his thoughts, but she could still communicate with him without any troubles as well. |
[align=center]Engineer; Travis Kable![]() Redemption... for sins incalculable...[/align] Also Plays: Blink; Clarice Ferguson, Flak; Aaron Marcus, Mirari; Sylvia White | |
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| Brian Braddock | Mar 5 2009, 02:48 AM Post #3 |
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Unsure of the distance, Brian decided to rent a truck instead of flying. Also, he was supposed to be keeping a low profile. Flying miles across New York would not be considered keeping a low profile. Besides, who knew what he was getting into on this "mission." With his powers doing their own thing, he wanted to conserve his energy. After coming to the institute, he expressed that he wanted to make himself useful. He couldn't just sit around and feel sorry for himself. That only led to drinking. And that was the last thing that he wanted to get into. So when he heard about X-Corp's intention to use an abandoned military bunker as a rehab center for KICK addicts, he volunteered. He knew very little about the drug. But any addictive substance was never good. His poison of choice being alcohol, Brian thought that he could do himself some good by helping others with their addiction. Pulling up towards the building, he didn't see anyone but there were two vehicles already parked. Parking the truck, Brian took off his jacket and left it on the seat. He expected there would be a lot of dirty work and there was no point in ruining another leather jacket. Reaching into the glove box, he pulled out a flashlight and his mobile phone. Putting the phone in a holster at his hip and the flashlight in the backpocket of his jeans, he walked towards the open door of the bunker. The ear-radios on the hood of one of the cars caught his eyes. He put one in hs left ear and walked through the doorway. "Anyone there?" Brian wasn't too sure about how to proceed. He was a last minute addition to the crew. He knew none of the people involved. He figured that it would be a good idea to announce himself, before doing anything else. Looking around, he saw nothing but dust and old junk. Lovely. Gutting this place might actually be fun, though. Especially if he was allowed to let loose just a bit. He grinned. It was strange how having superhuman strength always made him want to use it. Walking further into the building, he thought he heard something. Sounds like someone moving around. Somewhere. Hm. It'll be interesting to work with a team, again. |
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| Dead Girl | Mar 9 2009, 10:35 PM Post #4 |
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The Dead Girl found her way to the bunker eventually, not having any real means of transportation she started her walk there before the other began their drive. She had arrived and shortly after Edmund and Travis had arrived. She had begun her search through the bunker. Moonbeam wasn’t a brand new member of X-Corps. She had seen in the paper a while ago that Dr. Grey-Summers was running the organization and signed up. The blue hued girl wasn’t on many missions. Mostly she was doing her own thing, but when the mission to go to an old bunker and clean house came up The Sergeant, a spirit that followed her since Halloween, her friend, was adamant about her going. The Sergeant was thrilled to go to an old base. As she searched room to room she heard a voice call out. "Anyone there?" Dead Girl didn’t answer at first thinking it was a soul that hadn’t passed until the Sergeant chimed in, “Moonbeam ya got a live one. Probably a damn hippy squatter.” Instead of using the door the red eyed girl had become intangible and walked through the wall. Once on the other side of the wall she made herself tangable. And turned her head to look at the man walking down the hall. She heard the Sergeant sigh with annoyance as he said, “It’s worse than I thought, it’s a yuppie with one of those damn ear phone things. Those things are a waste of good money if ya ask me. Punk probably wants to get his hands on this here bunker.” She gave a small chuckle and saw the ‘ear phone’ he was talking about. It was the same as her’s, the one that was given out for the X-Corp mission. In Moonbeam’s strange ethereal voice she spoke, “No Sergeant, he’s with us.” After a slight pause she spoke again. “Here to help with the clean-up?” Her ghostly voice and small smile added a sort of ‘Haunted Mansion’ effect within the bunker. Not that she noticed it, and not that her normal company minded it. Then again her normal company was that of the dead. They were used to creepy things. |
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| Engineer | Mar 11 2009, 04:45 PM Post #5 |
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Travis heard Brian’s entrance, and moved towards him, although he was out of view, and Travis didn’t know it was him until he spoke up. “I’m here. Hello Brian.” He stated with a smile, moving out from behind a pile of junk that was stacked against a wall in the main hall. Brian had volunteered for this mission too, and it seemed that he wasn’t too far behind them. They should have come as a group to save gas… that would have been the smart thing to do, but hindsight is 20/20, and there isn’t a thing he could do about it now. “We are still exploring a little bit. Would you go give Edmund a hand on the lower levels?” he said politely. Turning as the man moved passed him, he considered him for a little bit. They were on the same task, but Travis knew very little about the man… something that was going to have to change. It didn’t really matter to most people, but Travis was always the inquisitive curious type… he enjoyed knowing things. As he considered this thought for a moment, and wondered why it was that he was like that. His dad wasn’t like that, and his mother certainly wasn’t… so it wasn’t something genetic. His thoughts were cut short as a chill ran up his spine and a deathly voice called out from behind him, towards the entrance. Turning around, he gave no visual sign of the slight unease her voice had startled him with, but knowing who it was didn’t decrease the creepiness at all. “Oh, good afternoon Dead Girl,” he announced nicely with a smile. Her name slightly bothered him, as he only knew his code name. She didn't have a personnel file that he knew of, so he didn't know much about her. No matter. “So… it looks pretty shabby at the moment, but after we get done with the initial search I will start working on absorbing all the junk and patching the actual structure. Would you mind giving me a hand on these last few levels so we can join those two down below?” he asked, standing sideways and holding his hand in a gesture that motioned for her to pass him. “I have checked the rooms on the right side of this hall, nothing out of the ordinary. This seems like it could easily be a pretty good place for a KICK Rehab center, away from the public, so they don’t feel threatened by the consolidated mutant population, and their instability.” As he went on, he began to walk slowly, noticing a door on his left that was locked. His eyes narrowed for a moment, as though that act in itself would allow him to pass through it, and decided instead to simply absorb the door itself. The entire door glowed green for a moment, then turned into a green-scale coloration. Then, in a practiced motion, small lights ripped away from the door and sucked into a vortex in his palm. After about three seconds, the door was gone, and he was looking inside. Nothing out of the ordinary yet… but he had a bad feeling about this place, and not because of Dead Girl’s scaring him earlier. |
[align=center]Engineer; Travis Kable![]() Redemption... for sins incalculable...[/align] Also Plays: Blink; Clarice Ferguson, Flak; Aaron Marcus, Mirari; Sylvia White | |
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| Brian Braddock | Mar 11 2009, 10:05 PM Post #6 |
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Brian did his best not to jump at the sound of the girl’s voice. The hairs on the back of his neck, however, were a different story. They didn’t take orders and stood at attention. He was thankful that they were not so visible. Although, seeing the smile on the strange girl’s face did relax him. She was not a mutant who he was familiar with. His government apparently only kept tabs on the more high profile or potentially volatile mutants of the world. It never ceased to amaze him that mutants came in such various shapes, sizes and colors. Each mutant different than the next. Something like snowflakes. It was rare to have mutants with the same exact powers. Each had their own variation. It was quite fascinating, yet, at the same time he could almost understand why humans were afraid of them. “Yes, I’m here to help.” Brian returned her smile, unsure if he should offer his hand or not. You never know which mutants you could or could not touch and so he tried to avoid offending or upsetting anyone. Another voice caught his attention and Brian watched as the other mutant approached him. He didn’t give his name and Brian got the impression that he was in charge, or at least thought he was. Brian nodded in greeting and acceptance of the task given him, with a grin on his face. This would be the first time that he would not be the alpha of the pack, so to speak. Back home, Brian was a leader and it was a role that he fit into naturally. Following was never something that he expected to do. It just didn’t come naturally to him. This should be interesting. He turned and nodded politely to the ghostly looking girl, before making his way to the lower level. “Excuse me, miss.” Brian found himself slightly curious about the people he was going to be working with. He knew nothing about them, not even their names. Although, it was clear that at least one of them knew his name. He wasn’t worried, though. All would be revealed in due time. Everything that needed to be revealed anyway. There were some things that just weren’t other peoples business. Such things, Brian intended to keep to himself, as long as he could. It was darker the deeper and lower into the complex that he traveled. Taking his flashlight from his back pocket, he attempted to contact this “Edmund” that he was supposed to assist. “Edmund, do you copy? My name is Brian, and I’m here to help out. What’s your location?” I wonder if this Edmund chap is as polite as "absorbing man" upstairs. Brian stopped as he thought that he heard a sound. Had something moved in the shadows? No. It was just his eyes playing tricks on him. But Brian remained on alert just in case. He was told that there should be no surprises on this mission, but he’d heard that before and there were always surprises. And they were never good. Only the lucky got the cute and fuzzy, happy-go-lucky surprises. Brian didn’t feel very lucky right now. |
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| Alexander Legard | Mar 12 2009, 12:45 AM Post #7 |
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One of the many great things about being an Aerokinetic was the boat load of money you could save on travel. You see if Alex was just your regular kid, he would have had to have jumped on a bus in New York, pay for that, get bussed off to the middle of nowhere, and try to find some sort of ride form their to where he needed to go. If he was lucky there would be some sort of quasi-local taxi cab service he could use, or else he’d just have to hoof it. Or hitchhike, which came with its own problems if you got picked up by some Manson wannabe. But Alex was not that normal kid. Alex was all sorts of a mutant. And as such, he had woken up 45 minutes ago, took a quick shower, and had flown the distance in a little more than half an hour. Really the whole flying deal had all sorts of fringe benefits. For one it was pretty awesome. There was no way Alex could explain what it was like to be able to fly under your own power to someone who had never done it before. They’d probably never know the thrill of it in their entire life, which really was kind of sad. But there were other great things about it too. Maybe Alex was a special case, since he could make himself into nearly weightless smoke, but he could move pretty fast. Over a hundred miles an hour fast on a bad day. If he pushed himself he could even keep up with a plane from time to time, at least a small one. Alex didn't have to go as fast as even a single engine plane for his X-corp work, there was nothing especially pressing about cleaning up some old fort. But there were days when Alex liked to take his time and take in the flora and fauna he was cruising over, and other days he really couldn't care less. Today was the latter of the the two days. Today he had other things on his mind. Namely the whole KICK rehab center thing. How come KICK addicts got a cushy pad to detox in? He understood why they were dealing with something that was mainly mutant specific, them being a mutant advocacy group and all, but Alex remembered those homeless mutants he'd seen when looking for that KICK pusher. Sure, some of them were probably KICK fiends, but a lot of them looked like they'd been on the streets for awhile, at least since before KICK came around. Why didn't they have some sort of place to get clean? He understood KICK addicts were dangerous, more dangerous than your regular addict anyway, and needed to be kept off the streets for safety's sake, but that didn't mean that X-corp didn't have an obligation to the rest of them. As he touched down at what he assumed was the fort in question and checked out what cars were there he did a little exploration with his mind, trying to see if he could contact any X-corp physics. Namely Mrs. Grey-Summers. This was a good step for Alex, and he realized this as he grabbed one of the five ear buds left out on a car and wiggled it into his ear. Just a few months ago he wouldn't want that woman anywhere near his head, but maybe he was starting to accept that it wasn't her fault. Or maybe time had made the terror he'd felt was getting harder to remember. Either way he felt a little proud of how nicely he was growing as he entered the old building. There were only two tracks in the dust when Alex walked into the room. Explained why their were only two cars out front. He looked the entrance for a bit, and it was reasonably unsettling. Maybe it was subconsciously that he began to follow one of the foot paths, or maybe Alex just didn't want to think of himself as being afraid of being alone in a building during the daytime, but he certainly did end up walking in the direction of someone else. Of course he was stilling working as he looked for any life in the creepy decrepit bunker, massive winds followed behind him and kicked up and dust they could. Every once in awhile he'd open a window and blow it all outside. A bit like stuffing a mess in a closet, but whatever. He was pretty sure nature would be fine with a little dust. |
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| Lodestone | Mar 12 2009, 02:15 AM Post #8 |
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Darkness had swallowed him whole. Every step down to the lower levels brought a new level of the blackness. Like the abyssal levels of the ocean, light did not reach here, and it was only produced by a small mechanism that he held in his hand. The cone of light shined down the dark hallway as he followed the dark path. He had memorized the basic layout of the bunker on the drive over here, after all, the radio in his car was broken. It was either try to focus on something on the drive here, or stare at the road. Given, it probably wasn't the best choice, but as soon as the roads became rocky and dusty he stopped. "Should be..." he began, only to cough as rising dust particles infiltrated his lungs. With a quick fit of wheezy coughs, he cleared his throat, coming to a large, sliding door that seemed to want to take up the end of the hallway. It had no windows, and seemed to slide into the walls of the bunker itself. On one of the walls, a small security panel that had a complete set of digits on it. Approaching the door, he gave the thing a tug to one side, but it was jammed. With a quiet curse to himself, because there really wasn't anyone else to talk to down here, he kneeled down and inspecte the slit between the doors, shining the light through it. With barely enough room to see, Edmund could just barely make out a lock bolting the doors together. Setting the flash-light down, he pressed his hands against the cold, dusty metal and allowed his mutation to flow freely. Gears began to shift, locks began to groan, and the dusted layers within began to move as the electromagnetic forces under Edmund's direction manipulated the gears within the door. From what he could feel, or rather sense, the door had a complex system of locks and hydrolics long unused. The electromagnetic currents manipulated the larger gears, molecular charges working against eachother on a level of magnetism. Setting it in motion, the gears groaned as they stirred. When the mechanized door was set in motion, it unravelled, and with a little extra electromagnetic push, Lodestone had it opened enough to slip in. In doing so, he regained possession of the flashlight and entered. Behind him, the small panel on the wall flickered to life, and died again. "Edmund, do you copy? My name is Brian, and I'm here to help out. What's your location?" the walkie talkie at his waist screeched. Somewhat startled by the sudden screech it made, he picked it up and responded. "Brian Braddock? Mrs. Grey-Summers said you'd be along. I'm down in the lower levels checking out a chamber -- it's huge..." he said, running the flashlight from one side of the chamber to the other. It must have been at least a hundred-fifty feet wide, two hundred long, and twenty feet high. "I'll be down here. Might want to bring something to cover your mouth with, it's pretty dusty." Taking his own advice, he pulled the hem of his shirt over his mouth and nose. The chamber was indeed massive. Desks lined the walls and filled the space. Old computers, cabinents, and whatever else these sorts of places had. He walked through the desks, his feet kicking up the decades of dust that had been laid by the passage of time. As the lines of desks and equipment passed, he came to an empty area at the far end of the room, with roughly fifty feet of space between him and the wall. Directing the light over the last area, Edmund's eyes opened wide. In front of him, a complex system of integrated wires, cords, and other various mechanical impliments covered the wall, a small ramp leading up the center. Where it led to was something right out of Stargate. A large, circular construct that appeared to be perfectly symmetrical on either side, where the machine grew into a complex monster that Edmund was having difficulty trying to follow. Large tubes came in and out of the walls, seemingly build into the mountain itself. Like arteries of a heart, the veins of metal moved in complex patterns. Large panels covered the walls on either side, systems of levers and buttons on the structures. "The hell?" As he neared it, he walked up the ramp, a cloud of dust following in his eagar wake. Inspecting the circular dias, the interior side was lined with countless... well, what could only be described as electrodes or magnets of some kind. He felt an unusual draw to them and the electromagnetic forces they produced. Leaning in, he pressed a hand to the complex and strange machine. As he touched it, Edmund felt a deep and dormant power source hidden within the machine. The electromagnetic signals were strange, something extra-ordinary. He could barely understand what the fabrication was made of, let alone attempt to try to-- Gravity sharply took its hold on him, yanking him over the edge of the ramp. Hand still clutching the flashlight, he crashed, knuckles slamming into the ground in unision with his other hand. The sudden burst of pain caused a sudden burst of electromagnetism to radiate out from his body, exciting the long-dormant machine to awake and once again feed ont he power that was shut down so long ago. Switches began to light up. Panels began to hum. The ring in the center, standing on the dias, began to glow. Edmund's senses exploded as the ring began to sing a vorpal song. Bolts of what could only be described as electricity reached from the electrodes lining the circle to the center of the shape, clinging together in mid air. From blue, to purple, to unique shades of green and red, the electric lines pressed together in that center point, each line a broken and bent radius, growing, feeding, and becoming solid. The entire chamber became alive with light, casting dark and flickering shadows. The walls around him began to shake and tremble with a ferocity that could reach the other members of X-Corp up on the surface. As Edmund began to supress the hyperactive reception of the electromagnetic senses, he could see space distorting, light bending, and the collective forces of the machine opening. Attempting to contact those above was useless -- the static scream of the walky talky forced Lodestone to shut it off and disgard it. Rising to his feet and backing away, Edmund watched as a science-fiction novel began to write itself in real time. This was not normal. It wasn't anything that logically could make sense to him or his mutation. It was dense in that center, more dense than the force he felt when he first felt Magneto on Liberty Island. Something was tearing away at the very foundations of space and time, and it was happening right in front of him. |
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| Narration | Mar 13 2009, 09:06 AM Post #9 |
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The war raged, and Annihilus saw only victory, not the destruction of the various bits of flotsam and jetsam that filled the skies of the Negative Zone. There were few places in his universe, for it was indeed his, that were inhabitable, so the barren rocks and gravity-free plateaus meant little, in his passion to see the head of the baluurian despot on the end of a pike! He propelled his jet powered exosuit forward, launching blasts from his Cosmic Control Wand at Blastaar, shouting in glorious triumph, "He runs, my centurians! He runs... or he dies!" With blood in his eyes and roaring of his army ringing in his ear, Blastaar charged, his sights set only on peeling the insectoid leader out of his armor. The Baluurians were a primal force of nature: rage and strength. Of course, the cowardly bug’s army was fighting from behind the asteroids that littered the space, whether there were quite so many barren rocks floating around before Blastaar and his army arrived wasn’t an important detail. He lifted a massive simian hand, energy flooded into his palms and it shot out. The asteroid is his path exploded in a shower burning dust and molten fragments back at Annihilus. “Tear his mongrel army apart… before the coward’s cold, dead eyes,” Blastaar shouted to his horde as they swarmed forward. The energy blasts from Annihilus's wand met those of the would be usurper and anti-matter space rocked with the concussion. "He panics," the insectoid murmured to himself, "That blast was poorly aimed." He perched on a fragment of stone, and coolly calculated his attacks. It surprised him that so many Baluurians had come to defend Blastaar. Had they not imprisoned him before? Such forgetful creatures, these warm blooded, soft bodied primates. He extended his wand and the blast obliterated the left flank of his enemy's army. "Surrender now, Blastaar, and I will send your body to your kin whole. Continue this aggression, and they will be lucky to get your ashes back." He was unaware of the rainbowed vortex appearing behind him. The blast may well have crippled his forces but Blastaar hardly noticed or cared. Victory or death. Their armies clashed, two colossal waves coming together in a fury of flailing fists and energy bolts zinging through the air. From a distance, Annihilus watched the fray. “Bold words, scavenger ,” Blastaar spat. He reached out, his massive paw grabbing the nearest person, whether one of his or the enemy was no importance, and with all his strength, flung the hapless person toward Annihilus. He came swift on his diversion’s heels though, swooping in for a flank attack. Annihilus blasted his energies through the soldier thrown at him, caring little for the death of his enemy, only more concerned with the baluurian who launched himself at him, in an amazing violent and powerful attack. But not so powerful that he couldn't counteract it. His front appendages clamped on the torso of the hurtling monster, and the momentum flung them both head over heels... .... through the swirling vortex that split space that opened behind them. The stomach churning vertigo of the portal penetrated Blastaar’s senses like little else could; in fact, it was a little too much. Locked in mortal combat, his face was close to Annihilus’ when the pressures of the unexpected travel through the vortex forced the bile from his stomach. Admittedly, the puke covering Annihilus’ exoskeleton wasn’t what he’d had in mind, but part of him chuckle in delight nevertheless. The swirling vortex of the machine shot them out and across the room before shuddering to a halt. Blastaar’s beady glowing eyes shifted around the strange room, its architecture he’d never seen the like of before. <“A trap, bug,”> he roared in their language. < “It won’t save you!”> He got to his feet, this new places light gravity not bearing down on him in the least. He emerged from the vortex, furious, frightened and covered with the vile vomit of his enemy, but he was on his feet in seconds, springing up in this strangely airy locale as if he was on springs. Annihilus flung out his wand and spat, <"I am not so easily fooled, primate! Centurions! Seize this lying piece of dung!"> But there was no one to answer him... He turned his head its full 360 degrees and he growled in a voice that would sound like the chittering of insects to any who did not speak his language, <"Where the hell have you sent us?"> |
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| Brian Braddock | Mar 16 2009, 07:42 PM Post #10 |
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Brian grinned as he heard the man on the other end speak his name. He was beginning to think that no one was expecting him on this little mission. If one could actually call it a mission. It seemed to be more like an errand. A community project of sorts. Something nice and safe in a place that didn’t feel very nice and safe. Relax Brian. Too much time as Captain Britain has made you paranoid. “I’m on my way,” Brian responded absently. Yes, indeed, this facility was huge. It would probably be quite easy to get lost in a place like this. A place like this? What was this place originally? Sure, we know that it was a military facility, but what sort? Probably some sort of research…from all the old computers lying about. He brushed off a shudder as the deep darkness of the lower levels almost made him feel small and insignificant. Pulling a handkerchief from his back pocket, Brian put it over his nose and mouth and tied it around his face snugly. The lower into the facility he traveled, the thicker the dust. Lowering his flashlight to the floor, he followed the trail left by the man he was looking for. Edmund’s footprints were clear in the dust covered hallways. The further he walked, the more uneasy he felt. Brian’s feelings of uneasiness were quickly confirmed as he felt the unmistakable tremors that shook the very walls around him. “What the bloody hell?” Brian stumbled left and right as he forced himself to move forward. He had the sinking feeling that the source of the rumblings was coming from the huge chamber that Edmund was supposed to be exploring. “Edmund, do you read me?” The feedback screech that responded forced Brian to tear the earpiece from his ear and throw to the ground. He chastised himself as he saw the device fall to the ground and break into small pieces. It reminded him of the last time he threw his mobile phone. Fan-bloody-tastic, Brian. The sounds up ahead, soon, put Brian into Captain Britain mode. He took off running towards the large door. It was opened enough to have let a person slip through it. Gripping the sides of the door, Brian used his strength to force the door open. He could feel the gears and inner workings of the door, screamed and shake under his hands. Moving into the room, Brian quickly realized that his flashlight was no longer needed. There in the center of the room was something that was like nothing that he’d ever seen before. It looked like something out of a sci-fi film. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck. He stepped forwards cautiously into the room and saw someone with his back turned to him. He suspected that it was the same Edmund who he had spoken to over the radio just a few minutes ago. “Edmund, I presume? What the bloody hell--?” Brian’s question was cut off as the vortex before him seemed to bulge and then spit something out. Or two somethings, it seemed. Brian’s mouth almost dropped open as he took a half step backwards. What he saw before him was not possible. Hell, he didn’t even know what he was looking at. The two beings in front of him looked as though they had been locked in battle. He couldn’t understand the words that they spoke but they didn’t seem to be fond of one another. |
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| Lodestone | Mar 18 2009, 08:45 PM Post #11 |
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It had taken a few moments for Edmund to even comprehend what was going on; as he did so he was backing up, trying to get as far away from the mechanism as possible. As a result of his power 'hiccup' when he fell, his electromagnetism seemed to awaken the long dead powercells of the facility. In turn, it awoke a slumbering power that the military must have forgotten about. A secret experiment, secret even from the military of the United States? Jesus. What was this? Colors poured from the centrifical point, the electrical bolts surging together. Edmund's senses were flooded with a vast array of electromagnetism, pressuring his mind to absorb it. He couldn't even put up a barrier of his own electromagnetism to fight it. Yes, it was like Magneto... But different. More... universal. Cosmic even. Edmund began backing away as the rip began to open. Swirling colors, all colors of the rainbow and even more in spectrums beyond. Radio waves, gamma rays, x-rays -- everything mankind had to label bursted through the hole, opening a void to another dimension. That's what it was, another dimension. That's the only explaination he could even think of. Space distorted, time bent, and things would never be the same until it closed up. The hole buldged, growing suddenly, then expelled something -- something very different. Tumbling across the floor, the pile of what could only be described as hair and shell rolled together in a crash, sending desks and chairs asunder. The door behind him screamed as it moved, but Edmund didn't even glance at it. The figures began to rise and collect themselves from the dimensional impact they had just suffered. For having been thrown through what Edmund assumed was a rip in space/time, they seemed pretty well off. "Edmund, I presume? What in the bloody hell--?" Oh shit... He talked. Moving quickly, Edmund made to grab Braddock and duck behind a desk to try to hide himself and him. He heard the violent humming of air, like bugs screeching in annoyance and another speaking in a deeper voice. Some other language... Something that wasn't from earth. Really, hopefully by now, Edmund had convinced himself what he was dealing with. He had to think -- but about what? This was entirely different than any scenario he had ever thought of encountering in his whole life? Aliens? ALIENS?! Of course! That was totally what he wanted to do when he said he wanted to find himself a home. A new home planet from some other freakin' dimension! Edmund made a motion to signal Braddock to remain quiet as he turned to lean slightly, his head canting just around the edge of the desk to look at the figures that came through the hole. His senses burned, telling him not to -- the surge of electromagnetic forces still ached to see and feel. It would be a few moments before his body adapted to it... but by then, how long did they have? |
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| Brian Braddock | Mar 21 2009, 02:01 AM Post #12 |
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Brian stood frozen for a few seconds. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It wasn’t until Edmund grabbed him did he make a move to duck behind the desk. Brian did his best to hide his large frame behind the desk next to Edmund. He felt silly, but at the same time he knew that it would be better to hide than to stand out in the open. There was no telling what those…aliens…would do. He couldn’t believe that he was even calling them that, but what else could they be? The vortex was obviously a portal of some kind. The question was what caused it? What the bloody hell kind of research or experiments did the government do here?! The two beings that stood before them were very different from them and each other. One was covered in fur and the other…? It’s a giant bug. Fan-bloody-tastic. So much for a quiet mission. Where were these things from? And what were they? Brian did his best to peep around the desk and not be seen. Although he couldn’t understand what they were saying, it looked as though they were as confused about their presence there as he was. He tapped Edmund and tried to pantomime that the aliens looked confused. It wasn’t the easiest thing to pantomime, and he hoped that he got his point across. As Brian moved to hide himself behind the desk, he was devastated to hear a familiar and very loud sound. It was the sound of his mobile phone. Who the bloody hell-! Brian fumbled with his clothes until he located the position alerting device. In his panic, Brian accidentally crushed the phone into small pieces. Before that, he saw his older brother’s name on the caller ID. “Bloody hell..sorry, mate.” He had enough sense to whisper, but he hoped that the phone didn’t bring any unwanted attention to them. |
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| Engineer | Mar 21 2009, 05:13 AM Post #13 |
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Brian seemed to politely abide by what Travis had asked of him, although there was an ever so slight pause in his voice that he almost missed… he either wasn’t sure of Travis’ authority, or didn’t like taking orders… either way, he managed to move past it and abide by what he had asked. “Thank you.” He muttered with a smile as he moved past Travis. It wasn’t as if he was officially in charge or anything… but his recent activities had made him very proficient at renovations. That, and the fact that he overshadowed most of the people here in age, as well as the fact that his powers were the best suited for this type of work. Perhaps that was why he felt that he should be in charge… but more or less, no one else had taken the role, and he was simply trying to get things done. Travis slipped from room to room, not worrying too much about absorbing the rubbish right now. He could do that at any time if he needed to… and it was best to scout out the base first… make sure that everything was clear, before running through the rooms and absorbing everything. He heard Edmund being contacted by Brian, and their ever so short conversation. Still nothing out of the ordinary… and then the sound of a semi-strong breeze. Poking his head out of one of the doors, he noticed the venerable Alex, an aerokinetic. “Good to see you made it. Don’t worry too much about dusting… I’m going to just absorb it all anyway. You would be surprised how much mass is in here from just dust…” he stated with a smile. “I think we might be able to—“ Travis wasn’t able to continue… a deep humming noise that could only be explained as very powerful electronics beginning to live again. It was coming from below… and the walls and ground began to shake as well. There was only a couple of explanations for something like this… and neither were good. Either Edmund and Brian had walked into a trap which was about to vaporize them, or something big was beginning to function. Reaching up, he hit his earphone, his eyes wide with concern… he hadn’t even noticed his legs moving, a steady jog towards the set of stairs he had seen Edmund and Brian take to lead to whatever monstrosity was firing up. “Edmund! Brian! What happened?!” he almost yelled. Travis was moving down the stairs with a speed he rarely used as of late, skipping several steps at a time with his feet turned sideways to keep from missing a stair and tumbling down them. Missing a step here could easily be fatal… the stairs were concrete, and very unforgiving to a tumbling person’s bones. This was still too slow… he needed to get down the steps faster… and he paused for a hair second. Using his intellect to make something this simple was a piece of cake, but the strain due to his pushing the design and creation into less than a second was a bit strenuous. In the blink of an eye, he had made a flat piece of metal that curved slightly at the front, much like a sled, with a firm gripping surface on the topside. If he wasn’t in a dire situation, it might have actually been fun to some of the danger and adrenaline junkies. Now sliding down the stairs, he kept one hand on the nearby wall behind him to keep himself steady as he gained speed. Finally hitting the bottom, he jumped as the sled collided, breaking most of the fall by bending his knees and tumbling slightly. Already, he was running again, following the source of the sound that was vibrating the entire bunker. He reached up to his radio again, thinking about Moonbeam and Alex were still upstairs. “Get down below, quick!” The bunker wasn’t too stable, and he doubted wind was going to do a whole lot of good against gravity and reinforced concrete. He didn’t know all too much about the details of what Dead Girl could do, but unless you were Juggernaut, that much weight would be fatal. Travis had dug his father out of a collapsed mine over two miles deep… this would be nothing different. As he slid around the corner, he ran towards a heavily reinforced door that had been opened, and a dazzling display within. He noticed Edmund, and quickly ran forward, grabbing his shoulder and backing away from the rapidly spinning device. Immediately, as he gazed that the thing, his brain began to break it down to blueprints… why certain things were built the way they were, structural integrity, the works. He was not exactly sure how to control that part of his power… it happened even when looking at the basic things, such as a baby carriage. His brain would break it down, unravel the carriage to every single piece. Still, his brain was working on the device in front of him… the thing was million… no… billions of parts… and it was using a gargantuan amount of power. He wondered how it was being powered… but that wasn’t a large concern. What was happening in the center was… It looked much like a black hole… something he had only seen in computer generated drawings and satellite photos. There were two things in the center, one looking much like a very well built man, he guessed, and the other like something out of Starship Troopers. It didn’t matter… the fact that they were talking a different language than anything he had ever heard, though, meant that there was a very very bad situation happening before him. He had to act quickly… and using the door as cover, he noticed the two behind the desk. Travis tapped a small part of his glasses again, and a tiny light flashed at them. It wasn’t very bright, but it should get their attention. He then made a signal for them to cover their ears and close their eyes, clenching his own closed and placing his hands over his ears. Placing his hands on his sides, he fabricated two military style Flash Bang grenades. It was amazing what you could find on eBay nowadays. 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| Alexander Legard | Mar 22 2009, 04:02 AM Post #14 |
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If that whole X-factor/mooching of his parents thing didn't end up working out for Alex there was always a career in the glamorous field of dusting. He'd only been at it for a few minutes and he already had two hallways and their connected rooms of the old military complex completly dusted. Now Alexander wasn't really sure how big the place was, he'd noticed a few stories above ground and there seemed to be at least one below, but at the rate he was going he'd guess that he'd be done within' the hour. It was an optimistic assumption, but then again it wasn't that big of a base. Sort of surprisingly small, only a few stories and all. Well, a few stories and a basement. But how big of a basement would a research instillation need anyways? That's what the place was supposed to be after all. A research facility. What sort of research, Legard didn't know. Wikipedia didn't have that kind information. But if Alex had to guess he'd go for LSD. That's what those scientists were all doing in the sixties. Trying to mind control commie spies with LSD, or something like that. If it wasn't LSD it was probably some other pseudo scientific experiments, like telepathy or some such nonsense. Not that telepathy was nonsense, but trying to do it by slitting goat's throats and all the other fucked up moves the government pulled trying to figure ESP out was. Alex continued speculating about the history of the building that would later house X-corp's KICK rehab center, until he ran into the first person he'd seen since he'd arrived. "Of course, I wouldn't want to miss out on all this adventure." He was a little less happy when Travis told him he'd take care of the dust "Oh, well do you want me to centralize it for you or something? Cause honestly blowing around dust is about the only way I can help." Some people had super strenght, some people had heat vision, Alex could make some nasty winds. Sometimes it was helpful, but it couldn't do much when it came to renovating old derelicts. Travis was starting to say something back to him when he stopped suddenly. Legard raised an eyebrow as he puzzled over what shut Travis up, until he heard it too. A deep humming sound. Son of a bitch. Alex didn't have a clue what it was, but there was no reason to think it could possibly be good. Travis seemed to have similar thoughts, he was already running off somewhere, talking into his earphone. For a few seconds Alex stood their indecisively, as he always ended up doing when he had to make some spur of the moment decision. But it didn't last long, and Alex was right behind Travis. Alright, not right behind exactly. That guy could run. Alex reached the stairs just in time to see Travis slide down them as Alex looked down over the edge. Normally Alex would've been content to walk down the stairs, but the deep humming sound was starting to vibrate the walls and Alex didn't have any faith in the structural integrity of the decades old abandoned building, so he jumped. He leaped right over the side of the railing, a strong updraft of air catching him a few feet off the ground. Then he was off, chasing after Travis again. This time though he sublimed the lower half of his body and propelled himself through the air after Travis, catching up with him just as he called for Alex through the radio. "I'm right behind you man." Alex called to Travis. And he was only a few feet behind him. If he wanted to he could have easily overtaken the man, but having someone with a bit of experience in front of him seemed like a good idea. Legard followed Travis through a large door, but stopped short as soon he caught site of the large device in the middle of the room. The thing was pretty outlandish, a massive construct of metal and wire, with a large ring as the center piece of the bizarre machine. But in the middle was the most interesting thing. A swirling vortex of what Alex could only describe as nothingness. Panic gripped him. Those crazy army sons of bitches had managed to building a black hole machine. He didn't want to think what would happen if something went wrong. And there wasn't a thing he could do to stop it. Alex noticed that Travis wasn't immediately next to him, maybe he was trying to shut it off. But as Alex soon discovered he was doing nothing of the sort. In fact he was throwing grenades around. Alex, who was oblivious to anything other than the vortex of death less than a hundred feet from him, barley resisted the clink of the grenades landing on the ground before they went off. The explosion of light and sound, however, was something that he noticed. For a second Alex thought the sensation overload came from the machine breaking, and that he about to be swallowed by the black hole. But in that second he realized he still very much alive, mainly because of the terrible pain his eyes and ears were in. "Jesus Christ!" Alex cried out as he covered his eyes with his hands and reformed his legs, landing on his knees as he fell to the ground. |
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| Abigail Brand | Mar 27 2009, 12:29 AM Post #15 |
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[About 20 miles south of the bunker along the highway that takes you in and out of the city a van was parked for the better part of the day. The driver of the van had watched two trucks make there way down the road to the bunker as well as a blue tinted girl make a long walk to it. But none of them noticed as they drove. This van that had been sitting there was a S.H.I.E.L.D Op's van. And the cloaking device had been engaged for the better part of the day. It sat there with the specially designed plates along the side of it reflecting, bending and refracting light around it to make it invisible to the eye unless someone was trying really hard to see it. The van had everything in it a field agent could need or want. It was set up with a direct link to a near by S.H.I.E.L.D satellite and was also hooked into the mainframe. Along the back of the van a travel case is hooked to it that holds one jet pack and there is a rack of riffles and assorted weapons inside it. In the need of a last second strike this van could handle anything this world and a few others could through at the agents inside the van. But on this day the van is not looking like it will be seeing any action. Abigail was seated in the back and lost in her own world of thoughts. Her eyes watched as numbers jumped around on a small screen and a live video feed kept tabs on the coming and goings of people outside the bunker. She has thought about sending a drone in to tale them inside but she figured it wasn't worth her time or effort to watch paint dry or some other such exciting thing the people inside had been up to. He nails has been tapping on the desk in the back. She was consumed with boredem. As they tapped on and off the desk she let another grumble find it's way out from her lips. She was one of the fastest rising agents the agency had. Trained to handle problems outside the scope of normal people due to her special abilities. Bur what was really driving her crazy that day was how she had spent the last little bit of her life. An agent of her caliber was stuck watching X-corp. She scuffed at the idea of being given this assignment. As the monitor feeds did there own thing she let herself prop her legs up on the desk crossed. Her body pushed back she let a small yawn out as her hands had moved up to her head. They massaged her temples as her mind was doing it's own thing.] “Special assignment....front line of the mutant crisis.....deep undercover....solo mission.....limited communication....” [She had been mumbling all the words her commanding officer had fed to her. All the lines any agent would want to hear. And she ate them all up. Jumping at the chance for a mission like that. She spent her time prepping and creating a false ID to use if she need to make contacts to get things done. She had her lie down to a science inside and out. She would be anyone the agency needed her to be and do what she had to so the job would get done. And all that prep had brought her to this point. And she felt like she had been screwed over more times then a back alley whore. Her big break. Her first solo mission. And all she had gotten to do on it so far was watch a bunch of mutants who thought they were part of the God Damn Peace Core or something. Tree planting, fence painting, feed the hungry and all that good stuff. Pointless fluff for there pointless lives. She had been thinking. But then again public relations was never here strongest talent. She is and always has been a women of action. She was a solider and she was watching these people play Gandhi and she was no fan of Gandhi. She was sure there was more to this then just a bunch of tree planting. All her studies of the school these kids have come from points to a possible para-military operation. And she had convinced herself this was the same kind of deal. Her eyes had glanced down to her watch where she noticed it had been awhile since she checked to see if the computer new any of the people she had been watching going in and out. She sat up a little and typed a few keys bringing up the voice command interface so she wouldn't have to deal with looking all the information up herself.] “Status update. Power's detected of hostiles at Area 504.” [The screen flicked a bit as she just sat there and watched on. A few seconds later it pulled up some files and did some scans. All faster then a person could look up themselves. After a bit the computers speakers had come to life and fed her the information she had asked for earlier.] “Hostiles...name's unknown. The use of two power has been detected by long range scanners....power to destroy at the molecular level as well as aerokenises. No other power's picked up. Electro Magnetic field fluctuations have occurred. Source and reasons unknown.” [After it had finished her report. The screen reverted back to where it has been. She was annoyed. She wanted to go home. She wanted to fight She wanted a cold drink. She let another grunt out and turned her body a bit stretching. Getting the kinks that had formed from all the time she had spent sitting there. Her face had made it's way to a frown at the information that she had gotten. She had hoped for at least one high profile mutant to show up her to allow her to monitor the power skills of them. But all she had was baby muties. Or so she had dubbed anyone not important enough to get a file of there own. She looked down and had been pushing things out of her way as she found her box of cigarettes. She lifted a long slender stick to her mouth and closed her lips around it. It held it in place and her hand moved up to it. Her index finger was pressed to the tip of it to it and then it lit. Her lungs inhaled deeply and pulled the smoke into her. She held it and then pushed it back out. She giggled to herself as she tends to do when she uses her powers in such pointless ways. Almost like she had shown off and gloated how much better she was then others. After it was lit she found her gloves and slid them back on. She had made her way back to her seat and leaned back in it. Letting her head rest on the back her eyes softly closed. She wanted a moment of relaxation but that didn't happen for her. As soon as her eyes had shut the inside of the Van went crazy. Red lights had started to flash and the computer had screamed WARNING over and over. She had jumped to her feet. Slamming her hands on the counter as she stared at the screen. Her face had a look of confusion and excitement on it but only for the shortest of moments. Then it had made it's way back to her cold as stone face.] “What the fuck is going on out there!?” She said at the screen. ”Invalid commend please restate....” “Christ....computer status report now.” [She missed the AI she had built into her home system. And at this moment she wished she had a half way smart computer to talk to. She made a mental note then when this had ended to find away to work her AI into the van to make her life easier in the future.] “Area 504....United States Army Base....Sub levels CIA advanced research....Status Inactive....all signal to area lost....dampening field initiated....command override required now...” [She let a ton of curses fly under her breath. Her hands had run through her hair messing it up a little. This just caused her to curse again. She patted it down quickly and looked over all the screens. What they had to showed her made her even less happy. The bunker had erected a dampening field to keep anything from being able to scan what was happening inside of the bunker. Lucky for Abigail S.H.I.E.L.D has authority over the CIA so she was able to override this little set back.] “Override code....Bravo...Alpha....674312...confirmation name. Agent Brand.” [She hated to talk to computer and that was no expectation for her. She let her hand grab her side arm and pull it up. She doubled checked the magazine to make sure it was loaded up with a set of S.P.I.N darts. And then she made sure she grabbed another set to put on her waist band. This eased the nerves in her knowing she was armed and ready to go for what ever the mutants had been planning inside that bunker.] “Area 504 has initiated a subspace and time rift. Readings match that of the project vortex. Project status...Abandoned circa 1990.” “What the hell have you damn idiots done now....” [Abigail had let out a deep sigh. It was an older case file and not active. She had never been briefed on it. But most agents are briefed on any inactive files. In an agency as big as S.H.I.E.L.D there are way to many to go through and learn. Her eye's sat on the screen and watched as it fed her all the stats it could on what was going on over at the bunker why she was not there. Her lips pressed into a scowl as she turned and grabbed a slandered issue S.H.I.E.L.D tactical assault rifle. She strapped it to her back as her body was already out the door. She had opened up the jet pack hatch and put a pack on. Her hand pressed a small button on her glasses and she grimaced as the psychic dampeners had latched on and got to work. She double checked the the van was locked and she was off. She took to the sky and tried to phone into the base but there was far to much electro magnetic and subspace interference near her for that to work. She groaned knowing this was not something she wanted to handle by herself but on the bright side she would get some action she thought. And on top of that she did hate flying. She looked down and saw the ground whiz by her. She is a ground soldier and the idea of being in air made her feel helpless. She was glad that it was just a short flight for her. She touched down right outside and dropped the pack off. Her hand had pulled the assult rifle off her back and into position. She posted up next to the door and her body exhaled a long breath before she kicked in the door and moved into the room. She made sure to stick in and let her training to all her work why she was in there. Her foots moved slow criss crossing as she hugged the wall and took in the room. Making sure it was all secured. She manged to find the stairwell quickly and she clicked on her light that was on her rifle. Moving down the stairs slowly she heard some nosies in front of her. But she didn't call out. She kept pace and made sure she did it by the book. This was not the day or place she planned to die. She made it to about the middle of the staircase and then everything shoke around her. She grabbed the railing to balance herself as she heard the distinct sound of grenades going off. It didn't bring her any comfort. She bit her lower lip and had to make her mind up as she moved quicker. She saw two bodies in the hallway and raised her rifle up. One of them was just a boy and looked scared out of her mind. She deemed he was no threat. Her eyes then had made there way to the other man he was much bigger and looked like he could have been the man who threw the explosives. She stopped at the end of the hallway.] “This is Agent Brand with S.H.I.E.L.D stand down now and step away and make yourselves kno...” [Before she should get anymore out. Her glasses had picked up on a change in the air around her. They had picked up a few chemicals that are excreted from the sweat or bile of certain alien life froms. And she now knew she had a code red on her hands.] “Jesus fucking Christ....you guys fucked up big time.” [She made her way to the door and peered in seeing the seen inside. She let a sigh out. And saw the two big men behind a desk and the two in the hall with her.] “Who's in charge and what are your mutie powers. These are two bad aliens who are not going to let us stand here for long. So spill the beans on what you guys can do so we can make a plan and be done with this. Do not engage, injure, maim, kill or capture. Are goal is to push them into that big ass hole not start an intergalactic war. Now one of you start talking and start talking quick.” [She never looked at them more then she had to. She kept her rifle aimed at the threats in front of her and waited for someone to fill her in on who could do what so she could hopefully get the idiots to work with her and end this. And if she was lucky be alive to find out what they had planned to use the negative zone for. But finding out why was the last thing on her mind.] |
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