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Breakout; Brotherhood and CAGE inmates
Topic Started: Jul 25 2009, 01:32 AM (3,447 Views)
Magneto (old)
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Magnokinesis / Flight
Time of Day: 16:34
Place in the Timeline: July 10th


The dry Nevada desert winds swept across the large stretch of barren land as Magneto planted both booted feet on the loamy ground. Piercing eyes scanned the area from beneath his ever-present helmet, searching the skies for any sign of his intended target. Though this was Mystique’s last registered location before she had been lost on the GPS, the partly-cloudy sky looked like any other. He couldn’t see it, but Erik could feel the CAGE out there in the general area… several miles away in front of him; it wasn’t the electromagnetic fluctuations from electrical devices that drew his attention or the massive amount of ferrous metal gliding through the air.

It was the lack of ability to feel these things that grabbed his interest. Erik was extremely connected and aligned with the electromagnetic field that surrounded earth, subconsciously tapping into it for a number of reasons, using it as a sixth sense to often sense the approach of others or gather information from disturbances and unnatural currents. The fact that this ability was blind to a large pocket of space served as more of a beacon to the Master of Magnetism than almost anything else. He could feel his abilities fall short of the void, as if there were something contained within just out of reach. A corner of his mouth twitched upward as his eyes remained glued to the unseen object’s general direction.

He had planned this moment for months… set in motion a chain of events that would result in the deaths of hundreds of humans and the freedom of hundreds of those that would inherit the earth. He had sent good men and women into the lion’s den to infest and destroy it from within, and he had the utmost confidence that they would not disappoint. This was their moment to make a statement – stand in the way of evolution and you will die. The war that had begun so long ago had only seen skirmishes till this point; now they would see the full wrath of mutantkind brought down on them today.

All he could do now was watch and wait for a sign… a sign that he was confident would come.

“When liberty is taken away by force it can be restored by force. When it is relinquished voluntarily by default it can never be recovered.” Half-whispered words served as a battlecry. He needed no more than that… blood-soaked sand would soon make their point.
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Colossus
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Piotr walked at a slow pace across the edge of the pit’s cage, his blue eyes watching the fight within the confines of the bars, but he paid little attention to what was actually happening. He caught the glances of several key players to what was surely going to be a deadly game. Mystique in her human form; one meaningful glance from the sly shapefshifter in her wealthy woman guise was enough to convince him that the moment was fast approaching. He would soon be fighting for his freedom once again.

As he reached the edge of the prisoner’s spectator box, he turned and leaned his good shoulder against the bars as he lazily watched the fighters duke it out in a brutal battle that few could walk away from. He did not know the name of one of them, but the other was Vessel – the well-known leader of Gene Nation. At the thought of the rival gang, he cast a meaningful glance at Sack, catching the gooey mutant’s eye and giving the barest of nods – it would be time soon.

He then took a quick look at Ursa, making sure the leader of the Sayans was prepared. He’d told his gang everything that had been communicated to him in the meeting with Kyle and Mystique, and knew that they were ready to strike at any moment. He then shot a quick glance at the Acolyte, making sure that he had spotted the shapeshifter and was preparing himself for battle. Colossus could not be sure, but then the man was not an Acolyte of Magneto for nothing…

He scanned the crowd, catching a few more inmates’ eyes before he rested them on Rage’s, giving her a quick nod and the briefest of smiles, letting her know that he was ready to do whatever it took. He would not spend another night in the CAGE. Taking one last brief glance at Mystique, he turned his attention back to the fight… Piotr had waited a long time for this moment; he could be patient a little longer.
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Raven Darkholme
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The helicopter made it's way to the landing pads of the massive SHIELD helicarrier and slowly came down upon it. In the backseat of the craft, the familiar form of Ramona Lewis sat. A few guards came and opened the door for her, helping her out of the helicopter. She spoke to them as she usually did, joking around with them in a suggestive way as usual. She had become one of the more popular high rollers, even though she had only been attending the fights for a month or so. Her good looks, charm, and suggestive banter with the security had earned her a seat on the front row. Ramona even knew the first name of the guard who manned the metal detectors that all spectators were required to walk through. As usual, she made the buzzer go off. "I think it might be my bra, Hugh. It's leather with metal studs," Ramona joked as Hugh came over with a metal detecting wand to run it over her. He laughed and the wand only rang when it went over her watch and jewelry. "Have a great night, Ms Lewis," he said, waving her through and watching as she passed by.

Not long after that, Ramona sat in her usual seat by the railing that lined the top of the pit. She sat on the edge of her seat and leaned against the railing, glancing towards the prisoners every once and again. It was easy to pick out the massive Piotr moving amongst the others and she even managed to spot Kyle. Ramona simply locked eyes with them for a moment, her emotionless gaze enough to convey her message, before she would look away and back towards the fight.

She sipped on wine as usual, dressed as usual, and looked as she always did. However, today was different. Thanks to the device that Buford had created for her, in the form of a bra no less, she was fully exempt from the nullifier. Mystique knew instantly when they had entered the flight zone of the helicarrier that the device was working marvelously. The usual sickening feeling as her powers left her was not there and she felt as she always did. Unfortunately for every SHIELD guard and employee on the ship tonight, Ramona Lewis was not Ramona Lewis tonight. She was a fully powered Mystique.

About halfway through the fight, Mystique stood and cheered as other did. She raised both arms up and clapped. Everyone else retook their seat, but Mystique gave one last look towards the easy to find Piotr and then turned and walked up the aisle. She walked around for a short moment before locating one of the guards that were "patrolling" through the crowd. They were more interested in the fight, but they were on duty among the spectators. "I need to ask you for a favor," Mystique said as she approached him. He looked at her for a moment and recognized her from the previous week.

"Look, we can't be doing that again. Our supervisor nearly got fired because someone..."

"No, not that," Mystique said, drawing herself close to him. She whispered into his ear and his mouth grew wider and wider as she laid out exactly what she'd like to do to him.

"I um... hell... okay... There is a staff bathroom through those doors," he said, pointing to the kitchen. "Go in there and tell them that Craig said you could use it. And... wait five minutes and i'll be in there," Craid instructed. Mystique walked by him and paused as he put his hand on her ass. She glared, but then turned and looked to him with a smile.

She didn't have to do as she was instructed. As she entered a small kitchen area where they prepped food for the high rollers, there was no one in there. Mystique made her way to the bathroom and stepped inside, shutting the door behind her. Not long after that, Craig opened the door and stepped inside cautiously. He looked nervous, but excited at the same time. "Damn baby, I can't wait..." he said, turning towards her from the door and noticing that she was... blue. "Holy...!" he began, but suddenly a foot was against his neck, pushing him into the wall. He reached up and grabbed at the woman's ankles, attempting to pull the foot from his throat, but she was simply too strong for him. Mystique stood there expressionless, looking Craig in the eyes as she choked the life out of him with her foot. He slumped to the ground. "May you be the first of many," she whispered into his dead ear, hoping it was the last thing that he heard.

Seconds later, "Craig" walked out of the bathroom. He was careful to lock the door behind him, shutting the bathroom door so that no one could get inside very easily. He then turned and walked out of the little kitchen area and moved towards the control room that was up the stairs. It overlooked the entire pit and Mystique knew that she would be able to open the cages that the prisoners were trapped in. She walked up to the door and knocked in a similar way that she had witnessed the guards do the previous week, and another guard opened the door. "Craig, what the fuck are you doing up here? Go back down to your post," he said.

"I'm really not feeling good," Craig said, his face turning a little more pale. "Can I come in and sit down?"

The guard who had opened the door looked at him and noticed how sickly he looked, nodded and allowed him in. He shut the door behind him and motioned Craig over to a nearby chair. "Sit there and I'll call a medic up here to look at you. How do you feel?"

"Much..." Craig began, still standing just inside the door. "Much better," Mystique finished, her voice changing as she spoke. The guard who opened the door witnessed the transformation and began to pull his baton, but was quickly sidekicked in the stomach. He doubled over and Mystique leapt into the air, kneeing him in the face with such follow through that she sailed through the air to the far wall. The man's facial structure shattered by the angry attack and he fell on his back lifelessly. He might live if he received medical attention, but that wasn't going to happen. There were two other guards in the room who turned from the viewing window as the sickening crack of the man's skull shattering was heard. They looked at each other in surprise as a blue mutant flew across the room and both of them pulled their batons and ran at her to bring her down. They were so used to abusing mutants that they really didn't consider what they were going up against.

Mystique almost landed sideways on the wall and kicked back off of it, springing herself through the air towards the two rushing guards head first. Like a well thrown sinker ball, she hit the ground and slid between them, reaching out with both hands and pulling their feet out from under them. They hit the ground face first and Mystique was somehow in the air again and gave both men simultaneous curb stomps, landing with all of her momentum and anger with her feet. The door leading to where the controls were was suddenly flung open with all the commotion, and Mystique leapt off of the men's heads, tackling the man who opened the door across the midsection so that she flew into the control room.

In the control room where she sat last week to discuss her special arrangement with a supervisor, there was another window there that overlooked the pit and below it was a computer that looked to control the area. A guard sat there and a supervisor beside him. Both of them were interested in the match below. That is, until they heard crashing in the other room. The supervisor motioned with a nod towards the room next door and the guard got up and opened the door. Unfortunately, Mystique was the cause of the ruckus.

Tackled, the guard fell back with Mystique on top of him. As they hit the ground, Mystique planted her shoulder in his midsection and knocked the wind out of him before quickly rolling over him and coming to a standing position in front of the supervisor. "Don't go anywhere," she said, before suddenly turning and stabbing both of her fingers through the guard's eye sockets and lifting him off the ground like a bowling ball. The guard screamed bloody murder for a brief second until Mystique punched him in the throat, sending him to the ground gurgling. Yellow eyes then turned back to the supervisor, who had picked up a radio and slammed his hand down on a red button on the controls. Suddenly, the place was filled with an incredibly loud alarm.

"We have a intrud..." the supervisor started, before Mystique grabbed him by the back of the neck and the belt, tossing him head first out of the viewing window and down onto the crowd of spectators below.

"Damn it!" she said, angered with herself that she let the guy do that. But it was no matter. Mystique sat down at the computer and began to hammer out commands. The bars that held the prisoners in began to open. All hell was about to break lose. As she stood, she picked up the computer and threw it out the broken window, looking down to the pit as the prisoners began to flood out. Just then, more guards came flying into the control room with stun rods drawn.

Mystique showed them the middle finger and then hopped out of the broken window, falling the distance to the crowd and landing on her feet. As she fell, she changed into one of her "random person" forms, and made her way towards the prisoners to find Piotr and Kyle.
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Sack
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Sack was, once again, in his usual position of standing by the fenced lining of the Pit, watching as two mutants went at it. It was yet another traditional day in the Pit. Above them, the balcony was lined with the rich and cruel, filthy mongers and hoarders of abused wealth. They were just a part of the scenery, making the Pit more real. Sack wasn't in the best of moods today. Today, his commander and chief Vessel had been chosen to fight in the pit. The large green mutant towered over his opponent, his naturally heavily built body taking care of the victim easily. Sack didn't like it when his boss was put in a bad way, but the guy took care of himself. Vessel was a powerful man as a mutant, and still a powerful man as a human. Green, but human.

The gelatinous mutant fancied a glance towards the Sayan. He had talked to the guy a bit ago. He still didn't believe that what the guy was saying. He didn't believe that the Master of Magnetism was coming, despite what the Sayan said. Still, he had talked with Vessel. Despite the utter dislike for the communist party of CAGE, Vessel called for a silent, unspoken truce. Since the meeting Sack had with the Sayan, there had been no conflict between Gene Nation and the Sayans.

As Poitr glanced in his direction, Sack narrowed his eyes seriously. The nod meant little to Sack as his yellow and violet eyes met Poitr's dark ones. Sack wasn't a fan of the commie, but the offer was something that he couldn't ignore. Freedom was freedom, and freedom meant that he could deal with the human problem. He, and all of Gene Nation had the same idea on dealing with human problems. Usually it involved pain, a lack of breathing, and cold, pale skin.

As Vessel pounded away at his opponent, Sack grew increasingly bitter. He was getting tired of Vessel playing. He already knew Vessel could easily deal with many of the mutants here in human form, he didn't need to see it. Maybe Sack wanted to get up there. Maybe Sack wanted to kick someone's ass. Maybe he just wanted to let loose and go berserker in front of everyone rather than intruding people for the cocksucking money whores that--

fell through windows?

Above the arena, glass shattered. The sound was accompanied by the horrific blaring of the prison's alarms. Sack's eyes grew wide as he watched the guard plummet to the middle of the arena. He fell in a heap, the sound of his impact blending in with the siren. A stunned silence was filled with the painfully loud noise, another figure leaping out of the same window that the body just came.

And Sack... fell in love.

The blue woman with red hair transformed, the beauty of her features disappearing as the assimilated to the visage of the crowd. Briefly hypnotized by the woman with hair (maybe it was just the hair, since girls didn't have hair here), Sack was distracted by the movement of his leader Vessel. The massive green mutant had turned from his opponent, blood dripping from his knuckles. Casting a shadow over the guard, Vessel leaned down and picked up the crumpled body, taking a breath.

"NATION," he boomed, his voice attacking the sirens. The large mutant drew back a giant fist, "CLEANSE THIS SHIP OF THESE HUMAN PARASITES! CRUSH THEM ALL AND SPARE THOSE OF OUR BLOOD!" Vessel's gigantic fist slammed forward, crushing bone and bruising muscle, blood spouting out as the full power of the human level Vessel broke the jaw and neck of the human in his hand. He dropped the heap of flesh like trash upon the Pit floor.

And the Nation stirred, the rising beast of physical freaks letting out a resounding yell as the tide of multi-colored, disfigured mutants turned to the exit of the Pit. Around the ship, the opened prison doors unleashed a full swarm of mutants. Unburdened by affiliations, they all had one directive: escape.

Sack grinned, standing near the side of the pit as mutants zerged in all directions. The two guards at the side, who acted as bouncers of the Pit, were swarmed. Reaching through the fray, Sack grabbed the key and unlocked the Pit. His leader's opponent darted out. Climbing in, Sack moved next to his leader, a foot stepping onto the back of the broken human. Both Sack and Vessel's eyes looked towards Poitr and Ursa, a serious look on the green and a morbid smile on the blues.

"I miss not wearing clothes. Let's get this shit started so I can frolic as I was ment to frolic, wind on my ass," Sack sneered, his voice rising into a cackle.
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Feral
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Looking with a grim frown at the inmates in the Pit that were being forced to fight, Maria couldn't help but feel sorry for them. She had been i their position many a time; Feeling exploited, as the entertainment of humans, to be kicked around for their amusement. The sight of it made her sick to her stomach. It was at this moment that Maria turned to the exit, and just waited for the match to end sometime soon. The Latina couldn't even glance at the fight out of her peripheral, just to prove how repulsive it was to her, putting her hand next to her hand, as if she was begging for mercy.

If she was going to have to suffer another day of this, she had a plan. She was going to knock the shit out of as many guards as she could, using the blunt force of her null cuff, until she could get away from them. It wasn't really a very probably plan, nor one that she could ever go through with. Over the months, her confidence level had decreased, so much so, that she was starting to feel annoyed by her insignificance in the prison, and noticing that, if she were to die, that nobody would care. She would just be one less mouth for them to feed, one less prisoner that they had to 'take care' of.

Along with her confidence level lowering, her faith in Tina's tale about the coming of Magneto to liberate the mutants was starting to rapidly decrease, and she was started to think of the woman as another nut job in the prison. Her theory that Magneto had simply abandoned the woman in the prison, like yesterday's garbage was beginning to make more and more sense by the day, as if she was just told she would make a difference in the terrorist organization's affairs. How did the feral even know she was actually in the Brotherhood?

And that was the thing -- she didn't. Maria didn't know a damn thing about anything.

But, then, a sound of shattering glass. With a bolt of turning straight about, the woman witnessed something she hadn't seen in what seemed like centuries: A woman using her powers. At this hour, the feral knew what was to come. She tilted her head back, staring at the ceiling, and imagined it to be God, winking at her. "Ay dios mio," She said with an excited sigh, and soon jumped in excitement, ignoring the siren which echoed throughout the helicarrier.

Now, Maria had her priorities straight. Numero Uno on this list was to find Tina. She would know exactly what needed to be done.

Pushing against on the oncoming exodus of inmates, the feral grabbed heads to more closely examine, and considered jumping atop them to crowd surf. It was likely, to her, that the rage bringer would be at the epicenter of the attacks, where nobody wanted to be. Who knew? Maybe Feral could be of use to their plans. She was ready.

Looking about, she saw Jello Shot, Petey, and the others that she had come to know, including her Polish feminist pal, who she smiled to, but quickly moved past. She and her crew seemed to be tight together, and in a hurry to exit, unlike the Gene Nation which she had pretended to join, who were gathering to deal with the upcoming breakout.

This was gonna be one hell of a day.
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Rage
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Tonight was the night, she had kept a small smirk throughout the day. And contained her excitement as best as she could. The pit fights, soon to be a thing of the past. Home, it was a dream that was real. A goal that was soon to be reached. It was all going to end that very night. She watched the fights, and caught the glance of Piotr. Who had given her a small smile and nod. Her widened as she nodded back.

The Rage Bringer would be free. It would be at anytime the sign for them to fight for their freedom would be soon. Almost as soon as thinking it glass from above had shattered. The body that went through it landed near her. Her small smile turned to a full grin, it was time. A blue body jumped through and disappeared, the Gene Nation leader shouted for them to strike. The mass of mutants shouted and swarmed. The hazel eyed girl, being as small as she was, weaved through the crowd towards the Russian.

As she ducked and dodged the bodies that fought hard, she bumped into her friend, Maria. “Maria!” She had to shout to be heard over the crowd. They weren't free yet but soon they would be. “Follow me!” She ushered her along as she made her way to Piotr. It was lucky he was still a bit in her sights. But with the crowd moving so viciously Tina was loosing him. She thought in her best interests to be more close to him during the breakout.

Mentally she thought, “No. Don't loose him. Shit. Too many people.” The crowd made her loose site of him. She pushed her way through to try and get him back in her vision once again. She reached out and felt a hand grasp on to hers, and the hand pulled her forward.
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Zeitgeist
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Axel had his arms folded and tapped his foot ever so subtlety. He was impatient. Once he had heard, from Petey, that they would be free in a week it was all he could think about. Finally, after so many long years he would be free. Too long he had been in the CAGE. No more fucking pit fights, no more fucking guards. It would all end, and that night no less.

Like a kid on Christmas eve waiting for the next day to open his gifts the mutant he caught sight of his friend. And smirked as he gave him a returning nod. Looking back to the fight Zeitgeist didn't register how well the fighters were doing. He was merely watching and tuning out waiting for a 'sign'. Lucky for him he didn't have to wait long.

Glass fell like raindrops. Then a hot blue body jumped through. This was it! It was really happening! He pushed his way through toward Petey as fast as he could. Sacrificing speed for strength. It wouldn't be long till he met with his friend to break free of the hell hole called the CAGE. As he did he noticed the tiny little thing that was under his Russian friend's protection. During their time there Axel picked up that Petey had a thing for her.

How a smile would be just a little bit more warm when thinking or talking to her. Axel pushed his way through, going out of the way to reaching Piotr and grabbed for the girls' hand. He pulled her in the right direction. Looking back he smirked and shouted, “Follow me!” Giving her a wink. Unable to see if the feral chick who was near the hazel eyed girl, Zeitgeist knew for sure that the girl and himself were just a few steps away from the Russian.

“Petey!” He shouted out for his friend. With the widest smile he would have seen since their stint at CAGE.
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Larry Trask
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In the 1970s, a scientist with the most advanced computing technology at the time, (a memory of a few dozen kilobytes or so), tried to use it to predict the weather. One day, he wanted to double check his end output, and her reran his simulation. Instead of rerunning it from the start, he simply inputted the printed output into the variables, and let it go again. He got a severely different prediction than what he got hours ago. Why? Because the printed output cutoff the variables at three decimal places, while in the computer simulation, it ran them at five. So a difference of 1/10,000th caused the difference between a sunny day and a tornado. That was the genesis of the "butterfly effect."

It was ironic then, that Lawrence Hugo Trask had discovered this little distraction by one of those metaphorical butterflies. His own mutation, a deeply hidden, deeply hated thing, was able to bring him visions of the future. He did not care for it. Fate was a fickle thing, and he did not put much stock into these things. For the most part, his visions were symbolic in nature. They were averted, diverted and distorted from time to time.

But, a few months ago, Larry's own null cuff, cleverly disguised as his class ring from the Naval Academy, was chaffing a bit. The butterfly flapped its little wings. He had taken it off when his eyes went stark white, and he saw what was coming. A frontal assault. Larry had known that Magneto was trying to infiltrate the CAGE for a long time. Apparently, Magneto had grown tired of waiting.

It had taken three separate meetings with Hodge to acquire additional defensive resources. Acquirement of anything in this post-Apocalypse world was hard enough. But still, Trask had gotten what he wanted. 3 full squadrons of Level 12 SHIELD agents or higher, numbering nearly one hundred men to supplement the already considerable force on the carrier. State of the art Guardsmen armor straight from Stark, Naze and Shaw Industries. He even got the Mark IV prototype Sentinel suit out of a military mothball base in South Dakota. One last present from Bolivar's dear old dad.

He even had the Helicarrier moved to a more strategic location. He would have preferred the Mongolian province of Khovd, or perhaps the tundra of Alaska. Both of those were inhospitable, meaning even if the escape was put into place, most of the wretched criminals in here wouldn't survive to make it to civilization. He also suggested the Nuristan province of Afghanistan. The heavy fighting there would pick off several mutants, and would give the Helicarrier the full aid of the United States' military force. His request was denied, but at least here, the heat and the physical distance from civilization of the Nevada desert would detain most of the murderous scum.

So it stood, a soothsayer that did not believe in fate, standing ready for the battle to begin. "Sir, the prisoners are rio-" Trask clicked off the communication, and began his own broadcast to the guard barrack. "Alpha code seven-two-dash-four-three, Golf Oscar." Within seconds of the command, dozens of Guardsman-clad SHIELD agents.

Lance Corporal Mike McNamara, USMC, sighted the large green mutant who had started the riot. Dash-four-three meant shoot to kill. It wasn't his place to question the orders of the Warden. One pull of a trigger of a OsCorporal Punisher and all that remained of the Gene Nation's leader's cognitive abilities were stained across the opposite wall.

"Eat it, mutie," Lance Corporal McNamara grinned as he aimed for another target in the target-rich environment. Half a dozen of his sharpshooter colleagues were doing the same, while more armored guards piled towards the gathering at the Pit.
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Ursa Major
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Old bones shook with excitement. It was so close that Mikhail could finally admit to himself the lie. True, Mikhail had talked a good talk about the revolution, but in his heart of hearts, that was what it was. Talk. Young men needed the vision, they needed the chance of salvation to survive here. Mikhail was happy to provide that for his men. They were, for the most part, scoundrels, but Mikhail had never forgotten his lessons as a child. They were the dust, ground from the bones of good people, crushed by a exploitative capitalist system. They needed hope. What power does hell have when one can dream of heaven? But Mikhail never actually thought he would see this day come. He had been in SHIELD's care for so long that he had long accepted that he would die in one of their damn cages.

He held Laynia close, forsaking his long-standing distance from her. When the revolution had seem so far away, the Great Bear couldn't think of endangering her life by making her stand out. Who knew what sick tortures the LD-50 would bring onto the loved ones of their enemies?

It was always Laynia. Professor Piotr Phobos was the first to recognize the mutant strain and what that meant for the USSR. He had convinced the Russian government to allow him to collect these freaks and mold them into KGB agents. There were five of them in that first class. A student of an underground Russian Orthodox seminary, Alexi Garnoff, now the Sayan's procurement officer, Blind Faith. Laynia Petrovna, Darkstar, with her powers over darkness, and her twin brother Nikolai, able to reflect energy away from him. Nikolai died in Chechnya a few years before the fall of the USSR. Fantasia, a former Moscow Tartar prostitute, who could create illusions. She never told anyone her real name, except perhaps Alexi. They were together for a while, after he saved her life in a scary mission in Namibia. She wasn't in the CAGE. She had defected to Yeltsin in '92. Finally, there was Mikhail, a starving, feral teenager caught in the Siberian wilderness. It was Laynia who had brought back the humanity inside him. They were married, once upon a time...

When this was over, Mikhail was going to take her to a place where they would never find them. Canada, British Columbia, most likely, as Mother Russia had rejected her native son. He'd catch her fish and deer for dinner, and she would tend a small garden and he would keep her happy and warm, and give her the life that she had always deserved.

It was beginning. Rage's comrades outside had begun their assault. The Gene Nation leader commanded his underlings to do their part, and Sayans played theirs as well. Ursa Major kept Laynia by his side, her hand never leaving his. He used his left hand to knock out any humans and guards that were scurrying about. Sack was obnoxious as usual. Mikhail acted like he didn't hear him. If the blue cretin was accidentally killed in the breakout, the world would be a better place.

Vessel was sacrificed. For the glory, da? Ursa kept Laynia between him and Colossus. It was his damn fault that Laynia was here. It was never communism. It was always Laynia.

The first of the Guardsmen was coming towards them. Ursa lunged, and summoning strength that he barely remembered having, twisted the neck of the guardsman. He hurled the the new corpse at its own comrades.

They were so close. Ursus wasn't going to let down the Darkstar that lit up his life.
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Sack
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The sky above erupted in a sonic boom, a cacophony of sound exploding above. Sack would have flinched if he had less balls just from the sound. But it wasn't the sound that caught him flat-footed. It was the falling body of the man whom he served all his time in CAGE with. Vessel's head exploded like JFK's, flesh, bone, and brains splattering outwards. Gray matter speckled his face, red droplets giving him freckles. The green body of CAGE's Nation leader fell atop of the corpse of the guard, hot blood pooling outwards. His last words had rallied the Nation, all except for Sack.

A charge of fear set in, the cold shiver of death's breath running through his body and out to the ends of his appendages. His leader was dead. His protector had fallen. Now he was alone, blood licking at the soles of his shoes. The zip of flying bullets went over their heads, some falling short and hitting mutants. However fast it took for one of those snipers to reload, another mutant or more had died.

A sudden explosion of pain shot through the muscle of his left bicep, ripping gelatinous flesh from itself. The fabric of his prison uniform was ripped as well. Sack let out a scream and gripped the wound, what could only be called blood seeping from the tear in his body. Without his mutation active, bullets hurt like a bitch.

Giving his leader one last glance through a grimace, Sack darted from the Pit and leapt into the crowd, hiding amongst them. It would be better there; safer. He didn't think that it was protection. He had to get away. He had to get away from the Pit, away from the gunshot, and away from the body of his leader.

Where?

The field of targets?

No. He had an reserve.

The Sayan.
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Raven Darkholme
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Mystique was in the form of a random spectator. It wouldn't be wise to change herself into a prisoner at this point. She weaved through the panicked crowd easier than the others, pushing people out of the way when needed. Almost to the pit, she winced as she heard a gun shot from above and witnessed the large green male's head exploding. The prisoners went into a wave of panic and chaos, sweeping even faster out of the pit and into the crowd. She was sure that someone was trampled under that mess. Stopping where she was, Mystique looked up and saw quite a few rifles hanging over the edge of the second level. She could see, across the room on the other side, the SHIELD soldiers taking aim through their scopes and picking apart the riot as it was just getting started. Shots began to ring out one after another, falling or maiming a mutant with each shot. This would never do.

The femme fatale sprang into action and jumped forward, leaping onto a man in front of her's shoulders so that she could spring herself straight up. She was an excellent jumper, with her long powerful legs, and she reached out and grabbed the edge of the second level. With power that only a mutant could possess, she yanked herself upwards with both arms and propelled herself up and over the ledge, landing directly in front of a reloading Lance Corporal Mike McNamara, USMC. Before he could pull the bolt back on the Punisher to fire again, Mystique disarmed him by grabbing the barrel and yanking it from his hands as she simultaneously morphed into his form. The rifle quickly went back in his direction, striking him in his exposed chin with the butt end. Before he could fall backwards, she grabbed him by the arm and threw him over the railing head first. She never heard it herself, but a sickening crack was made as he landed head first on the ground.

The other guards that stood nearby looked up from their scopes and saw McNamara standing there. However, they had just witnessed out of their peripherals someone being thrown over the side. It was time, needless to say, that they all met their maker. Taking the moment of confusion to glance around the second level, Mystique spotted twelve snipers. Anyone else that had been up here appeared to have cleared out, but she could only guess that more were in the process of suiting up and coming. She raised up McNamara's Punished and took aim at a sniper across the way and pulled the trigger, striking him in the head. The only thing that kept his head intact was the fact that he was wearing a helmet. The nearby snipers immediately took notice.

As soon as she pulled the trigger, Mystique leapt towards the sniper on her right and struck him with the rifle. He fell back. Again, Mystique caught him and threw him over the ledge. Not only was she taking out the sniper, she was providing the mutants below with weapons. Mystique continued moving with her heightened reflexes, diving forward and continuing around the circle to the next sniper. She slid and took his feet out from under him, effectively ducking shots that were coming at her. The sniper fell beside her and she quickly put the end of the barrel of the Punisher to his chin and pulled the trigger again. Still in McNamara's form, she stood up and waved her arms. "You got him!" she said, causing the snipers to pause. Suddenly she raised the rifle up and pulled the trigger twice, dropping two more of the snipers. In a matter of thirty seconds or so, six of the twelve snipers were taken out. The crowd below would be sure to notice that the firing had stopped raining down on them.

After Mystique capped the two snipers, she continued running to her right around the circular second level. Three of the snipers were moving to their left to cut her off together, while two stayed put shooting at her. One ran to his right, attempting to come from behind. Thankfully, Mystique was much faster than what they were accustomed to shooting at and the two snipers who were focusing their fire on her cursed loudly as they missed. Finally, the three snipers who were coming to their left to cut off Mystique were within eye sight of her and raised their Punisher rifles up and fired. Mystique weaved to the left and then to the right, before jumping high through the air only to land and roll through them. She came to a standing position behind them and reached out, grabbing the one in the middle's head and literally turning it around so that it was now looking at her. She then used her strong legs to throw a front kick to the one on the left, and then continue that motion to sidekick the one on the right so hard that he hit the railing and flipped over, falling to his death on the crowd below. Mystique grabbed the other and threw him off the edge as well, only to suddenly snap backwards as a .03-08 round hit her in the right side of her chest.

She stumbled backwards and fell against the wall, sliding down it as she slowly changed into her normal blue form. The sniper who had been coming at her from behind finally caught up and a large smile formed on his face as he saw Mystique slumped against the wall. "You got her!" he yelled out, waving his hand at the snipers across the way. Suddenly, the sniper's head was blown off as the snipers across the way decided that they weren't going to fall for that again. This provided Mystique a few moment to gather her wits and roll over onto all fours, where she closed her eyes and concentrated on her wound. It hit her in the collar bone, thankfully missing the all important bra that she was wearing. The familiar wave of change washed over her and the wound closed itself up as if it were never there. Suddenly she stood, just as the other two snipers began to look back down to the crowd, and pulled the trigger two more times. All in all, it took Mystique about a minute to clear the second floor. She must have gotten rusty while with the Hellfire Club.

Again, she jumped from up high and landed in a squatting position. This time, however, she was among the prisoners. Her tall blue form was easy enough to find, as was Piotr's. She weaved through the crowd quickly, literally having to backhand a few prisoners who were attempting to yank the weapon out of her hand, moving towards the tall Russian. She knew that Kyle would most likely be near him and she hoped that others who were ready to fight were there as well. Mystique approached Piotr from the front and nodded at him once, before looking towards Rage and throwing her the Punisher rifle. "Let's get Kyle and get moving. NOW. They are going to lock this place down soon enough," she said, conveying a sense of urgency in her voice.
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The atmosphere had been almost unvearable for Kyle, as he had waited all week for the event. With each day the tension had begun to grate and he had simply wished for the day to happen, even with the growing amount of trepidation in his gut that it could all go horribly wrong at any time. What if Mystique didn't manage to release the prisoners for the riot or Gene Nation would not accept the terms of Ursa's truce. But the Britian had hope that it would go all right and he spied for an instant the tall figure of Mystique, with her human form of long dark hair and the sultry figure, the pale skinned beauty before he lost her again in the crowds. But Kyle remembered to stick close to the larger Russian mutant, knowing that the closer they were, the faster that they would be able to spring into action. Whilst they had the element of surprise, there was no doubt that the guards had been trained to deal with rioting, it was a prison after all. But with the fights occuring, he knew the time was near. And when the sound of the breaking glass as Mystiques victim made quite an exit, he knew.

The time was now.

The loud alarm was ear-splitting and the Acolyte gritted his teeth amongst the high volume noise, but he was almost dragged away by the crowds as the mutants began to turn on the enviroment of the prison and the guards at the top opened fire. A bullet struck a tall purple man several meters away and his dark blood splashed all over Kyles arm as he threw up a protective arm to shield his view from the liquid. For almost what seemed like forever but was seconds, the bullets flew and people panicked, the lower members of the gangs who couldn't be trusted with the information and the people who just didn't know enough other than rumours pushing away. For an instant, Kyle was almost draggged away in a push, but forcing his way through, he could see Rage and her friend almost falling but Zeit dragging them through the crowds. They were all so close but Kyle had to keep pushing against the few in the way.

Mystiques work with the guards finally put them out of commison and Kyle saw her enter the pit, heading to the large russian man. The few of them that had been the top of the agenda for the plan were close. His fellow Brotherhood members, Rage and Mystique, Piotr and the few others who were important. Kyle saw Mystiques weapon and knew that they needed to work fast as already the Guardsman had entered the pit, attacking the mutants to try and subdue them. With the brief work of the snipers having several casualties around them, there was no doubt to the seriousness of the situation. However, like all trapped animals, the mutants were fighting back with a savegery that Kyle had not seen for a long time in battle. This was their chance, their moment for escape and no-one would take that away from them, that small hope bathed in the blood of their human guards. But Kyle knew that their time was short.

"I'm here! We need to get over to there to reach the generators and destroy them, but the cuff remover is on the personnal section. This will be the hardest way to go but if we can reach and destroy the generators, then it gives Magneto an chance to tear this place apart. But we will have to get through the guards" Kyle said frantically as he finally reached the sides of the taller mutants, his final few words low as he knew that the guards would be hard to beat. He pointed at an entrence that was one that only the guards went through, a small door but one that was always well guarded. It would be tough to do, but the Acolyte was reminded of a famous phrase that he learnt long ago. "Better to die on your feet than to live on your knees". He tensed ready to lunge at the much better armed guards.

"We need to destroy the generators first!" he shouted. eyes flickering briefly at his allies before he nodded at Mystique. This was it.
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There had been rumours. Rumours were rumours though, and Lucian only ever paid them a passing attention. He had no interest in half stories and tall tales. Those that whispered them did so with eyes bulging, fingernails scraping little diagrams in the air, teeth chattering. Sometimes he did the same, and became one of them, but this thing, this breakout thing, had sounded like nothing more than the excited buzz of desperate men.

He was wrong, sometimes.

When Mr Peter Compton, the rotund, portentous toad of a supervisor, had come soaring through the air, performing a clumsy somersault, shattered glass scintillating around his slack frame, a hush had descended on the grounds. Countless sets of glazed eyes had fixed upwards, gawping at the spectacle like a crate of dead trout. Lucian’s eyebrows had inched towards his hairline. Wasn’t every day you got to see grown men stare hungrily at the fluorescent heavens as though any moment Jesus would drop into their midst and start doling out bibles like candy, slamming his hands on people, screaming about saving their souls. Apparently, the second coming was midnight blue, and during his lengthy time away, Yeshua had had a gender crisis.

Fascinating. When they found out, all those misogynistic fanatics of the Christian faith would implode en masse.

And then, when it turned out not to be a female version of the Messiah, instead some flexible bint with identity issues, Crule bellowed something about ripping teeth out of heads and turning them into jewellery, using blood as paint or some such thing, and there was a collective roar from the LD50 crowd. It wasn’t acknowledgement or assent, it was a bestial howl, lupine and primordial and wild. Lucian simply sniffed, shoulders hunching forward, a nervous snigger traversing his bony frame in a mirthless quake.

He had never been so blind as to believe that once any of them departed the prison they would have one ounce of concern for their fellow gang members.

The Sayans liked to pretend they had forged some kind of familial bond, even flaunted their brotherly love and extended outstretched hands to the quivering masses of flesh that were bundled into the CAGE naked and shaven. They were brothers and sisters and the wrongly accused and the weak and the scared, and the naïve.

Gene Nation liked to wank over their genes, and their group adoration of all things mutated turned them into fuck buddies. One big DNA fetishist orgy.

Outside, out there in the real world, it didn’t mean anything, and faced with the prospect of freedom, barriers were already thinning. Some were trampling inmates they regularly ate with, others were assisting rivals. The beloved children of LD50 were having a field day, and Luc was under no pretences; they’d dismember him bone by bone if he got in their path.

Lucian chewed on a nail until it split past the cuticle. His heart galloped, breath cutting faster into lungs that twisted smaller, felt his blood drain from the tips of his fingers and toes, deoxygenated prickles swarming beneath his skin. This was different. This wasn’t like the riots that occasionally broke the despotic peace, the temper tantrums that didn’t so much as rock the boat as quake it. This was an explosion of caged animals having gotten a whiff of freedom.

He rocked back on his heels, eyelids hooding, head craning backwards until it struck the icy scrawl of the gunmetal walls, observing the rabble as they became an avalanche, a socio-cultural landslide, politics dissolving in fountains of red, power sliding wetly across the floor. Zombies. Nothing better than.

We’re counting on consumerists and the economically depraved to usher in a wonderful new era. Lucian felt a snagging reminder biting at his wrist, giving the clunky device a cursory glance. And I’m obsolete.

Yes, freedom, great, beautiful; didn’t mean much if they were all running around with null bracelets strapped around their appendages like some kooky fashion statement. Maybe it’d start a trend. Frustrated, Lucian kept himself pressed to the wall, an unassuming huddle, skin matching the colour scheme in a perfect whitewash-pale blend. There was nothing he could do. Bullets zipped and thwipped, singing as they struck the stout metal girders and rebounded with sonorous squeals, thudding when they struck softer flesh, chorused by bloody splatters.

He remained where he was, leant against the wall, arms folded across his chest, heel jumping around on the floor, fingers ticking where they gouged at his jumpsuit. Staying still took away his status as a target for the snipers, other nice mutant-shaped targets, like the big green fucker, who lay in a sticky lime-green pool, all dead dead dead, limbs twitching. Running around like a headless chicken like the rest of the mob was liable to get him dragged beneath the pounding feet. Useless. Fucking pointless.

“Half a pound of tuppenny rice, half a pound of treacle, mix it up and make it nice…” His voice sounded nervous, a thin reed. He’d wander off and worm his way through the winding corridors of the helicarrier, find something with which to remove the cuff, but there were too many unknown variables. It wasn’t the same as hacking. Lucian frowned as the twitches scurried further along his hand, and waited for more doors to open.

Pop goes the weasel.
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Time marched on… seconds passing for Colossus at the same speed it might wait for a child awaiting Christmas morning. His continued glances confirmed that the Brotherhood beauty – the key to every inmate’s freedom – still sat in her purchased location. Piotr wondered what she was waiting for with building concern. Was Mystique getting an idea of how impossible this task really was? Did she fear getting caught in this place, never allowed to leave and fight her precious war?

He allowed himself another glance only to find her place empty; Piotr’s heart skipped a beat as emotions washed over him – elation over the fact that any moment all hell would break loose, fear that she had gotten cold feet, dread that their attempts to gain freedom would be rebuffed by the increased security their warden had graciously provided. None of what he felt mattered though… his job and duty were the only things that gave him real pause.

Colossus clenched one good fist as he awaited the signal – any signal – to strike.

And as the fight droned on – one incredibly powerful mutant against another – an alarm cut through the ruckus, bringing the struggle to a halt as the masses began to stir, trying to avoid being caught under the rain of shattered glass. Eyes cast upward, a broad smile spread over his features as Colossus saw all he needed to; Mystique soared through the open window of the control room. This was the moment.

The guards had already seemed alerted to the fact that something was going wrong… almost as if they’d gotten wind of it before trouble had reared its ugly head. Had he not been part of the beginnings or a riot, Piotr might have given that a little thought. Now was not the time for thinking… it was time for action. However, as he noticed them swinging into action with suspicious preparation, he caught eyes briefly with the leader of Gene Nation, his little toady, and his own superior. There was an unspoken agreement between the lot of them – whatever it takes to seize this opportunity.

He spun on his heels, batting fellow prisoners out of his way as he searched for two things – first, a way out of this mess and to a location where they could do some real damage, and, second, Kyle and Tina… the two Brotherhood members that, along with Mystique, were their greatest hope of escape. He needed to stay close to them… coordinate with their moves to make sure that maximum effectiveness of the plan was achieved.

“Pete! We’ve got an idea! Come with us, we could use your mus—” The old man who had been in the cell directly across from the Russian suddenly collapsed as the back of his head erupted. Colossus immediately fell to a crouch, looking overhead as he heard a few more shots go off; two more mutants went down around him before the assault seemed to stop. Snipers. Though they had stopped for whatever reason, Piotr felt that staying in one place was a bad idea… he began to move forward in a half-crouch as he looked for his friends. He hoped that Kyle was not one of the casualties… the young man had stuck very close to him throughout the fight, but now in all the chaos, he was afraid he might have lost him. Another crash sounded, yanking his attention back toward the ring just in time to see Vessel killed by a guard. They had already brought out the lethal ordinance… Colossus shook his head, saddened that such a strong mutant had fallen in such a shameful way… shot as if he were a fish in a barrel.

As he scanned the crowd, he heard a familiar voice behind him calling out his name; Colossus turned to see Axel bursting through the crowd, grasping Tina’s hand and closely followed by Maria. Piotr immediately closed the remaining distance between them, grabbing one prisoner by the face and throwing him aside without even an afterthought as he stood in his way. There was no time to be polite or cautious… not now.

“Axel! I am glad you are okay.” He met Tina’s eyes with his own, “Where is Kyle? I saw him only moments ago. We must move before…”

Suddenly, his eyes caught the sight of Mystique slipping through the crowd, batting an inmate in the face with the butt of an assault rifle as she closed in on them. He nodded toward her as she nodded back at him.

"Let's get Kyle and get moving. NOW. They are going to lock this place down soon enough.”

“Da,” the Russian said with another nod, his eyes briefly glancing at the rifle that had been thrown to the other Brotherhood female. It was strange seeing Tina holding such a machine.

"I'm here!”

Kyle materialized out of the crowd having survived the panic and turmoil to the Russian’s great relief; he began going over the plan in incredibly brief detail for the benefit of those who weren’t privy to the meeting the trio had last week. It was short, sweet, and to the point, just as it had needed to be.

"We need to destroy the generators first!"

“Let us split up,” Colossus said as he turned and made his way toward the quickest escape; they had managed to find each other… now they would have to trust that everyone could keep up. Magneto was out there… he had to be, and Colossus knew that if they could only disable the barriers that kept the Master of Magnetism from reaching them, he would make short work of this abomination he had lived in. They had little time against these odds, and they needed to make the most of it.

“I will go to the EM generator,” he shouted, hoping that they had all taken his lead… they could no longer stand around. Suddenly there were two guards in front of him, one with a stun baton out and the other with another Punisher in the process of rising to train on the Russian. He threw himself at the second guard, good hand slamming into the side of the barrel and driving it away from him just as a spray of bullets erupted from the business end, catching the guard’s companion in the face, pinging off the man’s face shield as both disoriented men fell backward. The guard with the firearm had no such helmet and Colossus took advantage of the opportunity, grabbing the man’s head in with his only workable hand and slamming it three times into the thick, metal floor underneath them. The third strike rewarded the mutant as the guard’s skull half-sunk into the deck, partially caved in from the brutal attack. Pete immediately jumped to his feet, turning to take on the other guard, but saw that he had already been dealt with.

Out of immediate harm, he cast a glance toward his allies a wild, almost feral look in his eyes, “Anyone who wishes to come with me is welcome.” With that, he turned and made his way toward the halls he knew contained a flight of stairs that would lead him to the lower levels of the CAGE… to his intended target.
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The face of the person who grabbed her hand. She recognized him. It was Piotr’s friend, the lieutenant to the Sayan’s. He had a fierce grip and the strength to pull her along. It didn’t take long until they caught up with the Russian. Then shortly after, Mystique, then Kyle. The blue mutant tossed her a weapon. It was a good thing the second in command had let go of her hand, she wouldn’t have been able to catch the weapon. But she did.

Looking down at it there was one other time she held a gun. It seemed so long ago. The Russian told them which he was going for, and was cut off by two guards. He went for the one with the more lethal weapon. Even with one good arm, he was still very strong. The other guard advanced, and without thinking twice or hesitating the Rage Bringer squeezed the trigger.

Rat-tat-tat!

He made a 'thunk' sound on the floor and gurgled before taking his last breath. Looking back over to Piotr he had dealt with the other guard. Asking any to come with him. She turned to Kyle and Mystique and spoke quickly, “We should go to the other one.” Holding the menacing weapon, she looked onward and waited for Kyle to lead the way.
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