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| Topic Started: Jul 25 2009, 01:32 AM (3,449 Views) | |
| Larry Trask | Aug 9 2009, 05:45 AM Post #31 |
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Trask really didn't want to talk to Hodge at the moment, because he only knew so many ways to say "I told you so." He had to conjure as much political capital that he had to get the reinforced safety measures he had put into place before the breakout. Granted, Lawrence couldn't really reveal the true means of how he gathered the intelligence. Even if the director of S.H.I.E.L.D knew the truth about the son of the Sentinels (and Trask very much suspected that that was the case), there were certain social fictions that had to be followed and acknowledged. It might be one thing for the Director to know this about the warden, but it was quite another thing for the chairman of the Senate Appropriations Committee, whom would undoubtedly involve himself once the increased budget request was put in. "What's happening, Director?" Trask said, his voice low and serious, "What is happening is exactly what I warned you about, sir. The C.A.G.E is falling out the sky. Its a level 1-A scenario, sir, and we're barely containing it." "Sir, do you have the components necessary for Blackburn with you? I'm starting to fear that may be our last option to contain the prisoners," Commander Trask inquired his commanding officer. These mutant rulebreakers deserved Blackburn. |
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| Sack | Aug 11 2009, 05:08 AM Post #32 |
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See? Sack was totally right. As soon as he ditched the fucking CAGE prison guard and took his headphones, Sack darted down a hallway and took up occupancy in what he could only assume was a closet. Maybe it was a broom-room, or a janitorial place, but whatever the hell it was it was Sack's now. All he needed to do was sit down, tidy up, and wait for things to get over. Unlike the rest of Gene Nation and countless other prisoners, Sack wasn't going to throw himself into the fray. No, he was gonna hide and find the best possible protection he could in order to escape. Right now it seemed to be one of those super kickass machine guns that the guards liked to use, shooting beanbags or rubber bullets at prisoners. Now? Now these bitches had some fucking lead in them. Oh yeah. He stole a gun. What else did he steal? Headphones. Sack wasn't gonna bitch out like the rest of those mutants and get caught without them. No, these babies were state of the art anti getting-my-ass-beat-down-like-a-bitch-by-mother-fucking-soundwaves. LIKE-A-BITCH. As soon as those sirens starting blaring in every direction, Sack tucked himself back in a corner and just made himself as small as possible, big ol' earmuffs protecting his head. Problem was... the door was still open and he couldn't shut it. Before he got in here, his trail of piss made an extra large puddle as he stood by the door trying to force it shut. It didn't budge, so Sack slipped behind some crap to hide. Now, the motherfuckin canon he was carrying was still aimed at the doorway, but he wasn't gonna shoot. Nope. He wasn't that dumb. He might have the occasional lapse of judgement, or even do something stupid, but when he was pissing his pants and hiding behind some brooms and buckets, he was a fucking genius. He wasn't gonna shoot people passing in the hallways and get some prison guard's attention after the bodies started piling up. Sitting back, barrel of the gun trained (not aimed, because honestly, who aims? No one in the movies) on the doorway. if someone was coming and they weren't a fucking midget, he'd get them in the chest... if they weren't too far to the right, or left, that is. |
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| Colossus | Aug 12 2009, 05:34 AM Post #33 |
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The blast had knocked the mutant off his feet… he hadn’t been completely thrown on his back while in this form in nearly four years. Of course… it helped that three out of those four had found him confined in two different prisons. None of that mattered though… the fact was that despite the fact that he had not been prepared, nothing short of a blast from a howitzer at point blank range should have knocked the metal-skinned mutant on his back. He shook his head as he pulled himself into a sitting position and found himself looking directly down the barrel of what appeared to be a rocket launcher strapped to the shoulder of two prison guards. A third was already half-done loading the next rocket. That device couldn’t have been meant for him, could it? Why would something so powerful that it was considered almost impractical to bar the way to what he assumed was the generator room. The only real use such a device had was to counter someone with durability and strength such as he had. Piotr wasted no time thinking, practically launching himself off the ground, past the stairway, and directly into trio of prison guards in front of another small crowd with assault rifles leveled at him. He would blaze a trail through them as if they were grass to be trampled under his feat; a bellow of rage accompanied the sound of his metallic feet clanging against the cold prison floor as he charged. Colossus raised his good hand as he glared at the guards as a shower of bullets pinged off his metal hull and grasped the rocket, catching the attending guard’s palm between his and the weapon. Without hesitation, he began to squeeze as he braced himself… and was suddenly engulfed in yellow flames as the kinetic force threatened to topple him again. He immediately dove to the floor in a protective huddle… he might be nearly indestructible, but the device that gave him his ability certainly wasn’t. Within moments, the hallway cleared of superheated gas and Colossus tentatively looked up, first of all glad that it was merely smoke trailing off his back and head from his heated metal body and not that he was lying on the floor, completely consumed by fire like the near-dozen charred corpses laying before him. The air hung thick with the rancid smell of burning flesh and bone, and had Piotr not been armed with his mutant gift, he would have likely thrown up. |
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| Cameron Hodge | Aug 12 2009, 05:37 AM Post #34 |
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"What's happening, Director? What is happening is exactly what I warned you about, sir. The C.A.G.E is falling out the sky. Its a level 1-A scenario, sir, and we're barely containing it… Sir, do you have the components necessary for Blackburn with you? I'm starting to fear that may be our last option to contain the prisoners." Despite the fact that Trask’s voice was crackling over the satellite phone and the roar of the engines that were less than twenty feet away from where Hodge was standing, the Director could make out the slight obnoxious tone in the warden’s voice. It grated on him, and it showed on Cameron’s face. Still… this was no time for politics; they could discuss respect and protocol later. “Already one step ahead of you,” Hodge said as he knelt beside the open crate containing four metallic spheres. He slid his fingers gingerly over the nearest one’s surface. I’ll be there in approximately twenty minutes. Backup should have arrived by now… you have that much time to get the situation under control or Blackburn will be executed. Hodge out.” Without another word or waiting for a reply, Cameron shut off his phone and handed it to the waiting Petty Officer. Finally, he stood up, “Gentlemen, prepare Project: Blackburn and standby.” He spun on his heels and made his way toward the cockpit to check on their ETA.” Activating X-Ray. Approximate time required… twenty-seven seconds… generator room location acquired… adjust descent with thrusters eleven… degrees at two o’clock… phase-shift mode… estimated time… thirty-five seconds… engage… Before the choppers had even hit come within three feet of the ground, three similarly-clad women leaped out of the vehicle. The leader dove out headfirst while the other two were directly behind, feet down and arms spread gracefully to maintain balance during their seemingly short decent. Instead of landing on the hellicarrier’s deck, however, the three disappeared directly into its surface. Bulkheads, beams, pipes and electrical wiring flew past… personnel scurrying to keep the ship going despite the breakout below were startled to see three curvaceous women completely clad in red and silver uniforms appear out of the ceiling and slide out of vision as they disappeared into the floor in the blink of an eye. increase phase-shift time… two seconds… do not engage… enemy… unless they pose a threat… to primary target. Sgt. Max Billings knelt in his position… his palms so sweaty that he was afraid his finger would slip off the trigger. Not that it really mattered. His hands were shaking so badly that he wasn’t sure he’d be able to accurately hit anything. He was a soldier though, and it didn’t matter how terrified he was, he would hold his position and fire on anything that broke through the door and into the generator room. That was the orders of every man in the room… it didn’t matter who came through that door… they were to fire at the first sign of movement. Nothing was to get in here. They were it… the last line of defense, and by the faint sounds coming from the other side of that door, Max had a bad feeling the last line was going to be needed. Suddenly, every soldier’s radio crackled to life, “This is Captain Roger Leeche. Three specialists will be dropping through your roof in approximately seven seconds. Do not engage. They are backup.” Almost immediately, three figures with curves that wouldn’t quit suddenly slid through the ceiling and landed on the floor at exactly the same time in exactly the same position – crouched and ready to spring into action – all of them with their backs toward each other, their vision covering the entire perimeter of the room. They stood up, observing the soldiers in complete silence save for the hum of the generator. Then without warning, the split up without saying a word, each headed toward a location as if they had discussed it. Max found the entire thing creepy. He needed a smoke. He hoped his kid’s birthday went okay. “This is Leeche! Hunters have a go!” The second chopper burst with activity before the last word died off the Captain’s tongue as five dog-like creatures bound off the platform and raced along the surface, crashing through the door without even stopping and bounding down the flight of stairs. Leeche gave a little shudder at even the briefest sight of them. He often referred to them as dogs, but in all honesty, that was the furthest thing from a true description. Their mottled gray hides had no hair; instead, they were covered with a type of mucous that their pours constantly leaked, making them appear constantly wet. The sticky, highly-corrosive substance was meant to be one of the creatures’ greatest defenses, but required their handlers to wear a special type of material specifically engineered to withstand the substance. A ghost of their footprints were smoldering in the concrete surface of the landing strip. Their tentacle faces hid huge maws and beady eyes. They could swallow things twice the size of their heads and their saliva did a good job of breaking down their target once in the mouth. The face tentacles helped ensnare their victims and draw them toward their razor teeth; they could see, smell, and hear better than almost any animal he’d been around. They creeped him the fuck out. “Hope those fucking things die in all that shit.” (Anyone want to take one of the hounds on, RP your character finding one. I’ll take it from there) |
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| Saint | Aug 13 2009, 10:43 PM Post #35 |
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As he stood behind him, Kyle did not see what Piotr could and so did not know of the significant threat until the Russian mutant took off at a high speed from view, only for the sound of a large explosion to follow and a rush of warmth move up the stairs. Jumping down the rest of the flight, what Kyle saw looked like a warzone in the hallway. Almost a dozen of what he assumed to be guards (and if so, good riddance. Another human off this planet) bodies littered the ground, a few just lying from where the former X-Men had rampaged through them and the rest from when he had disposed of the rocket launcher in a unique way. The stench of heated flesh filled Saints nostrils. It had been a long time since he had smelt flesh burning like that, not since they had razed Wolfs Head to the ground until SHIELD and the X-Men had turned up to take them on. There Saint had taken down one of the precious X-Men. These humans shouldn't be a problem compared to the one-man army of Colossus and the rest of them armed would make storming the generator room a lot more easier than it would of been if it was just him and Rage storming the place. Motioning for the others to follow him, Saint manuerved past the burning carcasses and made it to his break-out ally, whose metal skin was steaming and slightly red in some places from the explosion. "We are close to the room, follow me" Saint said, no time for niceties. The noise from the explosions had no doubt alerted to the guards how close they were to the generators. Running down the hallway, they soon arrived in front of one large door, their destination literally meters away from them. "Behind that door are the generators. We must destroy them at all costs. Even if we fall, our deaths will not be in vain if we can spring the rest of us. This room will be heavily guarded, so don't hesitate to kill them all. Good luck everyone. Piotr, do the honors" Kyle said, before raising the rifle up, ready to charge in after the Russian mutant made his way in. Best to send in the tank, then follow wih covering fire. Not for the first time, he cursed his powerless state. Slaughtering the inhabitants of the room with his blades would of been infinetly more pleasurable in revenge than merely shooting them but beggers couldn't be choosers, after all. |
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| Raven Darkholme | Aug 14 2009, 11:08 PM Post #36 |
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Raven kept pace with the group while still managing to linger in the back near Ursa and his wife. They were doing an admirable job at taking down the guards who were coming at the rear. She helped out a few times when more than just Ursa and his wife could shoot at came, but all in all, she had to do very little. Raven came up beside Kyle as Piotr rushed down the staircase and she squinted as a wave of heat came up as if someone just opened an oven. "We need to speed this up, Saint," was all that she said in advice as she followed him down the hallway. She stepped over the dead bodies and ignored the smell of burning flesh, honestly because she was quite used to both. She nodded to Kyle as he said that they were close and then he turned towards Ursa Major, his wife, and Feral. Raven held up a hand to them as Kyle took off down the hallway towards the generators. "I need you three to stay here at the staircase. Kill anything that comes down it behind us. You should be able to set up a good defensive position here," she said, looking to Ursa Major, somehow knowing that he would be able to handle this. "As soon as the generators are down, this fight will be over. We won't be long!" Raven stated, turning to run down the corridor behind Kyle. She hoped they wouldn't be long, anyways. Truthfully, they could be all running to their deaths for all she knew. Raven got back to the group just before Pete went to take down the door down to enter the generator room. She pushed through the tiny assault group to the front beside Kyle. She reached out and placed a hand on Colossus' metal skin, which had enough time to cool from the explosion. "Let's get this done quickly. Pete," she said, looking to him and nodding once. "You are unstoppable. There isn't a force in that room that is going to keep you from destroying the nullifier. It has kept you here for all this time and now is the time that will determine whether you walk a free man, or die a slave," Raven said, attempting to inspire him with her words. She was a strong woman, and despite her own fears of what may lie behind the door, she did not show any emotion besides anger and courage. Mystique then turned and nodded to the others as Colossus destroyed the door and then she entered right behind Kyle. Despite her nullified abilities, Mystique did not lose the many many years of training that she had been through. She was on the level of any special forces soldier in the ways of shooting, and human level reaction time. In "Delta Force" style, as Piotr went straight into the room and Kyle went in behind him, Raven stepped inside and took an immediate right, scanning that sector and shooting a few soldiers that were in that direction. She could hear the carnage behind her that Piotr and the rest of the group were causing, but she continued in her own direction towards the EM generator. She downed nearly ten soldiers, hoping that she had pulled a significant amount of resistance away from the nullifier in the process. If Colossus could take that down, it would make her job and everyone else's much easier. As she moved through the large room towards the EM generator, weaving between desks, large computers and the like, a feminine form seemed to come out of no where and land a few feet in front of her in a squatting position. The female soldier slowly stood and seemed to be looking at her, but with a featureless mask on it was hard to tell. Mystique raised her rifle up and pulled the trigger, and an unwelcome "click" was heard because she was out of ammo. She lowered the weapon and kept it in her hands, choosing to use it as a weapon if need be. "Well then," Mystique said, shrugging a shoulder at the mutant. "What are you waiting for?" |
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| Colossus | Aug 15 2009, 03:55 AM Post #37 |
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Piotr wasted no time following Kyle, glad that the Acolyte was wasting no time in leading them all to the generator room. He wanted this over. He wanted to keep his abilities, and he wanted to tear this place apart completely. The sterile hallway rang loudly with his every step as steel clanged against steel; his eyes stayed glued on the leader of this coup, unwilling to let them out of sight. Kyle and Mystique were his meal ticket… more important, this was his chance to prove himself and possibly become one of the Brotherhood. He would get no better audition than this. Reaching a pair of doors, Colossus looked toward Kyle for confirmation that this was the right place; judging by the quality of the large barriers, he guessed they had reached their intended target. Just by looking at them, Piotr could tell the doors were intended to keep much more out than most of the others. One glance was all it took to notice that they were much heavier… thicker. The locking mechanism consisted of a complex electronics system mounted in the middle of the thing with two heavy bars across the width of the entire passageway, sealing the double doors shut. It was likely repeated on the other side. Strong, kind words were spoken softly at his side… Mystique; she had a way with words and each one seemed to make him a little stronger. Without taking his eyes off the door, Colossus nodded at the woman’s words. “Not one of us will die today. We will breathe free air once more,” he cast a glance toward Zeitgeist and nodded at his long-time friend before closing the distance between himself and the one thing that stood between them and mutant empowerment. “I will gladly do the honors, comrade,” Colossus spoke as he reached the door and took less than a second to examine it. Without hesitation, he struck where the door would be weakest – the electronics array. One clean swing with his fist and half his arm sunk into the mass of metal and wires as sparks flew everywhere; a distinct alarm went off, notifying anyone in the area that a special door was being breached. None of that existed to him… the only thing that did was tearing down this door. Again and again he struck, bending the thick metal bars several times before grabbing one in each hand and placing a foot at the base of the door. With every fiber of his strength, he pulled on the bars, causing them to groan out of protest at the overwhelming assault. Suddenly there was a loud metallic snap as they finally pulled away from the door. Piotr threw them aside and slid his hands between the two panels and began pulling them apart. Inch by inch they separated, revealing the expansive room inside. Gunfire suddenly poured through the gap between the doors while the loud drone of generators sounded in the background. Shouted orders were muted by the loud crack of fully automatic weapons. None of that stopped the Russian… nothing could keep them from reclaiming what was rightfully theirs. With a loud shout he threw himself against the growing gap; the assault finally tore the doors apart, both halves went spinning in opposite directions as Colossus came to a halt just inside the room, taking the brunt of the gunfire being directed at the assault team. He merely glared at the soldiers as deadly bullets pinged off him harmlessly. |
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| Cameron Hodge | Aug 15 2009, 04:11 PM Post #38 |
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Security breach… has occurred… do not allow them… to reach primary target… intercepting female designated alpha… targeting main threat, designated beta… will field the rest. As soon as he could see the light of day, Max opened fire as ordered, readying another clip to replace the first even as the doors flew of their hinges. He hesitated a moment, staring at the man that nearly filled out the doorway; he was one of the largest men the soldier had ever seen… and his bare metal chest reflected the lights coming off the ceiling. “How the hell,” he muttered as he replaced a clip and began firing at the mutant. Suddenly gunfire burst from directly behind the man as a slip of a woman ran to the large man’s right while others began slipping into the room. He didn’t even have time to register the fact that they were facing an outright invasion against mutants, and some of them had their powers. The overwhelming sensation that something bad was about to happen tingled in the back of his neck, the way it had always done… just like grandma. The last thought that Max had as his jaw exploded was that he should have put in a request for time off; he’d be helping his kid blow out the birthday candles and not dying. One of the trio suddenly landed in front of Mystique, pulling herself out of a low crouch and staring at the woman, cocking her head to the side as the mutant raised her firearm and pulled the trigger. She sensed that the dry click would have been somewhat rewarding in another life… almost a distant memory. Curious how she remembered things that had never been experienced. Ghosts… former programming… initiate pattern Delta Epsilon Four Two Zero… affirmative. "Well then… what are you waiting for?" Zero-one merely stood there for a brief moment, studying the woman with a tilted head as if she were a curiosity. She shrugged one shoulder, mimicking the depowered mutant just before unsheathing the sword strapped to her back and leaping at Raven, taking a swipe at the rifle with the incredibly sharp blade before swinging it again at the woman’s head. Bullets pelted off Colossus as he stood there, acting as a shield for the mutant staging ground. He was unsure what to do… what to break. If he made a mistake and broke something vital, the ship could crash, or blow up, and every mutant he was working to free would die. That wasn’t so bad, considering some like Sack and Lucian, but there was Axel, and Mikhail who was guarding their rear, and the little flower, Tina. Before he could decide what to do, a woman clad in total red and silver seemed to almost materialize in front of him on top of a machine desk. Before he could process the thought, an identical woman leaped at the first, hands stretched out in front of her. The former caught the latter’s hands with her own and pivoted with perfect timing, releasing her at Piotr at the precise moment to give her the thrust to reach the man. The human projectile yanked her sword from its sheath with unnatural speed and precise moves and executed a two-handed strike as soon as she was on top of the Russian. He reflexively raised a hand to block the strike, causing a series of sparks to erupt from the point of contact as he batted the woman to his left. Zero-three quickly corrected her mid-air position and landed on her feet; less than a second later, the sprung herself at Axel and Tina, her sword raised for a strike. Meanwhile Piotr had made up his mind… he could not hesitate or they would all die regardless. He took off at a dead run at the generators just as Zero two leaped off the machine desk, a shoto drawn along with her main-hand sword. Landing on the rushing mutant’s shoulders, she took a swing with the larger of the two weapons but did nothing but create more flying sparks. She immediately followed up with a second swipe at the man’s back with the shoto… this time slicing through his steel with certain effort. Blue energy crackled out of the fresh wound as the Sayan bellowed with pain, reaching up and grabbing Zero-two by the ankle before she could execute another attack. Without slowing down, he held the woman out in front of him, dangling her by the ankle as she slashed out her just-out-of-reach opponent. Finally, she slashed a large gash in the Russian’s arm as he hurtled both of them at the EM generator, causing another stream of blue energy to erupt from the fresh wound. There wasn’t time for another swing with the adamantium shoto. Reaching within arm’s length of the first generator, Colossus didn’t slow as he shoved his attacker into the machine before disappearing into it himself. The casing folded in on itself from the momentum of the near indestructible Russian man; electricity erupted and sent giant sparks flying before the entire thing went up in flames, as soldiers jumped out of the way. The null field generator hummed almost obnoxiously over the sound of explosions and gunfire, reminding everyone that it was still active. One down… one to go. Two of the predators rushed down the hallway with the limited intellect they possessed… they could sense a small group banded together… they could almost taste their DNA wafting through the air. The genetically engineered animals drooled acidic saliva as they sensed the smorgasbord of X-gene that existed for their feeding. It was the driving force behind their existence. As they grew nearer the lower floor of the generator room, they could sense the smells becoming stronger. The predators picked up their pace, growing more excited with every passing moment. One of the hounds currently stood on top of a table in an empty mess hall, half of a female prisoner in his mouth, the face tentacles slithering around the unconscious woman’s body, coating her with the thick, mucous-like acid that turned her cellular structure into a paste that was perfect for his digestion system. His beady eyes searched the room for his next morsel after he had finished this treat, but they had all fled from the creature. The predator sucked more of the body into his maw and languidly dropped off the table and sauntered toward an open exit, already searching for a victim before even finishing with the current one. “ETA,” Hodge inquired, poking his head into the cockpit. “Ten minutes, sir,” the pilot responded. “You’ve got eight.” |
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| Magneto (old) | Aug 15 2009, 04:12 PM Post #39 |
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The void in the Magnetic field suddenly collapsed, drawing a faint smile from the Master of Magnetism who was still miles away from the craft. It was the first real sign that his people were making progress. He created a plate of magnetic force under his small entourage, and with a flick of his wrist, they rose several feet off the ground as he began their move toward the CAGE. He reached out with his abilities, sensing the strong presence of ferrous metal in the air several miles off… the ship was almost like a beacon for him. However, before they had gotten very far, Erik could feel his control over the magnetic spectrum wavering and he brought their advancement to a grinding halt. His lips pursed in frustration, he backed up the group several yards… they had nearly entered the vast null field surrounding the mobile prison – a mistake that could have easily cost them their lives. Impatient to get his people out of the abomination the humans had built, Magneto reached out and began to prod at the ship. Despite its distance, he could feel the contours of the ship, make out its shape even though he couldn’t see it, but without being closer, the most he could do was to literally grasp the ship and either bring it closer, which would bring the null field within range of him, or tear it apart, which would likely kill most of the depowered mutants on board. There was too much to manipulate at too great a distance for him to be of any significant help. The second generator had to go down. |
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| Rage | Aug 16 2009, 06:56 PM Post #40 |
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They moved forward, everything was rapid and sudden. Once they had reached the doors that lead to the generators Tina stayed outside of the doors. To provide extra cover for their backs. As bullets were heard from behind her the hazel eyed girl heard something to the side of her. A creaking, of something big, from above. She directed her gaze upwards and tried to listen for what the noise was. The Rage Bringer ignored all other noise and sounds emitting form elsewhere had her hazel eyes follow the vent above her head. Suddenly she saw movement the originated from within the vent. Movement of the metal from within, as if something big was in it. Turning her head after hearing an explosion she peered in to see one of the generators had been destroyed. The only thing that made her head focus back to the original noise crashing through the vent. Tina snapped her head to look at the source. Her eyes widened. In a low whisper she spoke, “What is this beast?” Moving the barrel of the rifle to the monstrosity it had gobs of blood and chunks of flesh around it's mouth, matted hair, an abhorring creature. It snarled and growled at her. Bearing it's blood stained teeth. Taking a quick glance upwards it looked like the vent was burned with acid. Looking back down to the creature the ground around it was burning as if the dog-like creature was acidic. Whatever it was, it had the Rage Bringer in its' sights. It readied it's feet like it was going to lunge at her. She readied the punisher rifle. She could not miss. She wouldn't miss. It leaped forward with the intention of sinking it's teeth into her. And Tina squeezed the trigger to shot at the beast. |
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| Saint | Aug 18 2009, 10:27 PM Post #41 |
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Clutching the Punisher inbetween his anxious palms, Kyle watched as the man-mountain of Colossus ripped the door down and burst his way into the room, the brief second after he entered filled with the sound of bullets ricocheting off the metal he had become. Swiftly following the more skilled Mystique with his gun, Kyle rushed into the frenzy, firing a few shots at the guards who were armed and prepared to guard the generators till the end. It would be a battle to the death, with both sides knowing that losing would mean a fate that would make the simple bullet through the brain seem like a God-send. Firing at the guards, Saint tried to make his way through to the generators but as the bullets burst past him, it became harder and harder to make any ground. He saw the three strange figures, their movements almost acrobatic in their attacks. They seemed to focus on the larger threats, the large mutant and the women who had infiltrated the prison as a guest. Kyle on the other hand, seemed to be stuck mostly with the guards. Shooting back, he saw one, then another take a shot, sending them sprawling but probably not dead. Hissing a curse as one bullet sliced past his stomach under his raised arm, Saint ducked to the side, making himself a smaller target as the feeling of burning pain and the trickle of warm blood started to seep down his side. "Fuck!" he uttered, teeth clenched as he kept firing, trying to hit the nullifier from a distance as he took cover behind obstacles before moving to the next one. However, the tide of the battle was apparently turning as Piotr used one of the sword wielding attackers as a glove as he ran into the EMP generator. Now Saint wasn't a soldier but he knew that smashing into a generator like that wasn't going to let it keep running. One down, one to go before they could be free. The shrieks and the smell of burnt flesh was apparent still in the air, with screams and the sounds of gunfire almost deafining Saint, the world seeming to get smaller to him as adrenilne pumped through his body, the mutant trying to pick off the guards so they would make it out of this place alive. Suddenly out of the corner of his eye he saw Mystique in front of one of the costumed fighters, as the attacker attacked her. Spinning around, Saint fired a shot at the attacker before feeling another a bullet punch through his shoulder, making his hand aiming the weapon drop the gun as he fell to his knees in agony, but still not dropping the rifle, trying to keep it up with one arm as he tried to still fight back at the guards with returning fire. |
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| Raven Darkholme | Aug 20 2009, 03:23 AM Post #42 |
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Zero-one moved much quicker than Mystique had imagined and suddenly the sword was coming down on top of her. She raised the rifle up, holding it with both hands, in order to block the attack. However, the sword passed almost easily through the rifle, cutting it completely in half. Luckily her body wasn't in the way. Immediately, Zero-one swiped again with the sword, making an attempt at taking off her head. Raven cursed inwardly, knowing that the mutant seemed so quick only because of her current nullified form. She tilted her head to the left in an attempt to duck the sword, and the sword passed so closely to her head that it lopped off a lock of her hair. Knowing that she was over-matched but still unwilling to back down from the fight, Mystique took a quick step into Zero-one just after the mutant had missed her attack because she knew that the safest place to be when facing a sword was close to the opponent. As she did, she threw a sharp elbow into Zero-one's ribs, striking the mutant cleanly. As a matter of fact, Zero-one made no attempt at blocking the elbow and absorbed the blow and to Mystique's surprise... didn't even budge. Raven then turned and took a step away, swinging half of the rifle at Zero-one's face as she moved away. She still held half of the rifle by the barrel in her right hand. The broken rifle missed it's target as Zero-one simply squatted just enough to make Mystique miss. The sword whistled through the air again towards Mystique, causing her to jump backwards. Luckily, the sword caught nothing but her shirt. Then again... Mystique stumbled back a few more steps as pain began to rush through her mid-section. The sword had slashed her across the midsection, but did not open up her internal cavity. Yet, anyways. Most likely, only her muscles and ribs were holding her intestines in. Taking a deep breath, Mystique put a hand on her abdomen and quickly went to a knee, looking up towards Zero-one helplessly. This mutant was so quick... so overpowering. Was this what it was like for a human to face us? Zero-one seemed to move seamlessly across the ground in order to deliver a kill blow. The sword came down in a downwards arching motion with the intent of beheading Mystique. Little did Zero-one suspect, Mystique wasn't half as hurt as she was playing herself to be. What was the saying? We lie, we cheat, we steal. With an emphasis on "cheat." Raven ducked her head at the last moment, allowing the sword to pass by her head yet again. Zero-one struck the ground beside her violently and Raven quickly stood, planting a foot down on the sword and swinging directly into Zero-one's face with the half of the rifle that she still held in her right hand. At the same time as her half of a rifle was slamming into the girl's face, her left foot came down on the Zero-one's hand and she successfully stomped the sword out of the mutant's grasp. An audible cracking noise was heard as Zero-one's nose broke through her mask and the mutant stumbled back a few steps before shaking her head. Almost proudly, Mystique dropped the half-rifle and picked up the sword, ignoring the burning pain in her midsection. Even as a human, the proud mutant terrorist had a high tolerance for pain. Raven immediately began her attack, unleashing a flurry of swings on Zero-one. When she swung high, Zero-one ducked. Low, she moved back. Down, a parry. It seemed that no matter how she attacked, Zero-one was not hittable. Growing frustrated because she knew that if she had her abilities this fight would at least be more fair, Raven finally stabbed forward in an attempt to skewer Zero-one. Big mistake. Zero-one turned her body and let the sword pass closely past her torso. Dropping her right arm down on Mystique's sword to hold it in place, Zero-one quickly pulled a shoto from it's sheath and stabbed into Raven's chest. The silver tip of the adamantium shoto showed it's face out of Mystique's right shoulder blade on her back. Effortlessly, Zero-one yanked the sword from Raven's hands and then took a step back. While still holding onto the shoto with her left, Zero-one unleashed a devastating sidekick with her left foot into Mystique's midsection, which also dislodged the shoto from the woman's sternum. Mystique flew backwards a few feet from the kick and landed on her feet. She attempted to backpedal, but the force of the kick quickly made her lose her balance. The woman fell back and landed flat on her back, her head bouncing off of the metallic floor in the process. She attempted to breath out, but a frothy red foam came from her mouth. Her right lung was punctured and her legs were going numb. To add to that, a pool of dark red blood was beginning to form around her. Mystique laid on the floor staring at the ceiling, quite literally dying. Seeing that one threat was dealt with, Zero-one turned her attention on the next priority target and moved, leaving Mystique on the floor to die a painful death. |
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| Sack | Aug 22 2009, 12:00 AM Post #43 |
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Well! His pants were a little warm still, so that was a bonus. It'll suck when his trousers start getting colder from the air conditioning. Honestly, he didn't really feel like wearing them anymore, but trying to train the gun on the exit of this closet box and then stripping down to his bare, gelatine self wasn't exactly a good thing to do. If someone was coming to him, he was gonna take them down as soon as possible. Not being an active threat, however, made things much easier for him. So long as some crazy ass mutant didn't come knocking, or rather, some hairless apes, he'd be oh so fucking dandy. But... that didn't stop him from freezing in terror when a fucking -- what the fuck was it? A fucking octupus? A LANDOPUS?! WITH THE BODY OF A HUGE FUCKING DOG?! Sack would have pissed his pants again if he had enough left in his tank, but instead he just stared as it turned towards the closet. Maybe allowing himself to piss his pants involuntarily wasn't such a good idea in the long run. That horrid stench of his urine sticking to his thighs wasn't something someone else would consider pleasant on the nose. The hound turned, his beady black eyes looking almost lidless as it stared into the closet, tentacles on its face still as its gaze, acidic saliva dripping onto the ground, making a sizzle. It leaned in as Sack's finger got itchy. He noticed, in its tentacles remnants of clothing. Did it eat someone...? Well, he wasn't fucking Riddick. This wasn't any animal thing. Lifting the gun, the closet exploded with the sound of gunfire as Sack unloaded his whole clip into the face of the grey-skinned octopus dog. The creature reeled back into the hallway, bullets littering its face and shoulders, even knocking off a few tentacles. As it fell back, Sack took the opportunity to bolt into the hallway and run -- screaming. Not like a bitch though. Never like a bitch. |
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| Colossus | Aug 22 2009, 04:59 PM Post #44 |
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The top of the generator blew apart as a thick metal fist punched the air, immediately slamming down on the generator as fingers closed down on the steel surface of the wrecked machine, punching grooves in the material as the digits’ owner used whatever means they could to climb out of the hole. Colossus head appeared… as did the other arm, bra still wrapped around it. A groan escaped from between gritted teeth as he pulled his heavy form out of the contraption and slid across the top of it, flipping around so that he landed with a loud crash to the ground on his feet. He pulled himself up to his feet and looked around wildly for everyone – anyone – in his party. Where was Kyle? Tina? Mystique? He thought he saw a fleeting glimpse of Axel, but he couldn’t be too sure… with every passing moment, he was drawing more and more gunfire as soldiers started appearing around the corners of generators. Gripping the a large shard jutting off the side of the machine he’d just trashed, Colossus tore it off like it was paper and sent it hurling into the crowd liked a Frisbee. Several of the guards dove out of the way, rolling across the floor and whipping their guns up to return fire; a couple of them weren’t so quick. One guard lost his head and a shoulder before the crude disk embedded itself through the spine and ribs of the man who had just clipped Kyle. The standard issue slipped from his lifeless fingers as the man fell to his knees, the blood pouring from his mouth were drops in the bucket to the fluids pouring around the steel caught in his rib cage. Piotr didn’t wait to observe his own handiwork; he immediately set his eyes on the null generator, and took off at it at a dead run. He wanted to know where his team mates were… if they were alright. He wanted to protect them… to be the living shield he was, but he couldn’t be everywhere at once… and besides… they were mutants. The best thing he could for all of them was to give them their fucking powers back. Suddenly a blur of red and silver stepped in front of him… one of those annoying soldiers meant to mow down any prisoner trying to disable the generators. They would have been unstoppable had there been no superpowered mutant in their way, but the device supplied by Mystique was definitely the deciding wild card… something their captors hadn’t anticipated or foreseen, and it was amazing how fast their fortress was unraveling. He didn’t even slow down… not for the bloody sword the masked woman raised or the shorter, deadly sword gripped firmly at her side… not for the blue-white energy leaking out of his metal body. He swung an arm as he heard the sword clang harmlessly against his face and felt the stab of the adamantium blade into his side. He batted the woman out of the way with a blow equivalent to getting hit by a mac truck, and kept going, using his entire body as a single weapon as he smashed into the side of the other generator; the yells of protests and surprise by the soldiers were drown out by the screeching of metal folding in on itself. He swam through wires and fluids as he flailed about madly, moving parts giving way under his fists… electricity coursing over and through his body. It was over… |
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| Magneto (old) | Aug 22 2009, 05:00 PM Post #45 |
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He felt it… that slight foreboding sense that he was on the edge of losing his abilities suddenly disappeared, and the magnokinetic let a pleased smile spread over normally subdued features. The feet of everyone with him left the sand once more as he moved them all through the air on an invisible disc of magnetic force. “It is time.” He reached out with a gloved hand as he neared the large helicarrier… the closer he got, the clearer his magnetic sense became. He could feel the mechanisms throughout the entire ship… the propellers, the engines… the working generator that kept the ship cloaked from sight. He quickly slid tendrils of magnetic control through the large device and gripped it tight, then spread them apart. He could feel the mechanism tearing apart under the invisible force, and the end result was the CAGE flickering into view for the first time since it had been completely operational. His satisfaction grew as a few cheers went up from those around him; Magneto then reached out, looking for very specific – very significant - mechanisms… small devices he could detect moving about the ship like ants scurrying to protect their bed. Concentrating hard on each individual device, he began ripping them in two, feeling their movement pause as the null cuffs he was ripping off the prisoners’ arms fell to the floor. “After years of imprisonment, I believe our brothers and sisters deserve to have a little fun. Observe what happens when you deny mutants what is already theirs.” |
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