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| It's Not London, But It's Still Falling; Golden Gate Bridge Attack | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 6 2010, 08:19 PM (1,428 Views) | |
| Amelia Voght | Mar 3 2010, 02:33 AM Post #16 |
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Through the soles of her shoes, Amelia Voght could feel the vibrations in the bridge. Pietro’s work racing along the roadway and causing the resonance along with the distress that Pyro was causing to the cables was building the oscillation wave into a crescendo. The others were going about causing their destruction and wreaking havoc in their own ways. They were causing terror and showing that it was right to fear mutants. They were the true leaders and owners of the world and the humans may as well give up. Amelia knew that the authorities would become involved in the Brotherhood’s attack but she did not expect them to happen so quickly. "Oi, the Jacks are here." Pyro said over the communicator. Amelia’s head snapped around and saw a helicopter nearing. Out of the periphery there were two figures flying about as well. She looked hard and they were none of the mutants that the teleporter was familiar with. One of them, a blond man, picked up a car and threw it at Exodus. There was the staccato report as bullets ricocheted from the metal near Pyro and Amelia. The red head followed the Aussie when he fell to the floor for cover. Amelia rose up slightly to get a look as Pyro was scooting more closely toward her. She held onto the railing around the tower’s pinnacle to brace herself. If she fell from her perch she could just teleport to safety but there was no need to take chances. She looked back to the aircraft. Its design was clearly that of SHIELD. “Damn, it’s SHIELD,” Amelia said with a great deal of annoyance. Suddenly, there was a burst of smoke from the aircraft and then two objects raced away from the ship. They traveled together for a brief moment and then split off in two directions. They were missiles and one of them was headed right for her and St. John. Out of shock mostly, Amelia threw up her hands and the rocket dissolved into its component molecules and dissolved into the air before it reached its target. She looked around quickly. There was one of the SHIELD agents flying toward the bridge. Amelia could see his uniform. In an instant, she made the rocket rematerialize just a few feet right in front of him. The Acolyte vaguely wondered what the expression on his face would have been. Amelia gave another quick glance to the cable that Pyro had been working on dismantling. It was a little more than halfway cut. “Let’s do what we came to do,” she said to Pyro over the winds. Then in her communicator she called to the other Brotherhood members, “Brace yourselves! One of the cables is coming down!” Amelia looked to the damage that the fire manipulator had created. Quicker than you could snap your fingers, the remaining bit of coiled cable vanished. The tie had been severed. The cable almost seemed to hang there for a moment, defiant of gravity but the downward force won out in the end. The cable fell from the tower down to the roadway. The Acolyte didn’t know anything about bridge physics but she was pretty sure it wouldn’t be good for the structural integrity. |
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| Quicksilver | Mar 4 2010, 04:09 AM Post #17 |
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The noise of the panic, of the shrieking of man and metal, the explosion of the missiles, the defiance of the Brotherhood. Quicksilver relished none of it, but it made his heart beat even faster, it made his breath quicken. There was nothing to stop this now, and he could only pray that his actions here had, at the very least, lessened the inevitable death toll. The copter came into sight now, and the missiles fired, one towards Amelia and the other... Pietro rolled his eyes and wondered at the wisdom of firing projectiles at a man who could move like the wind. How fast did the rocket move? How much damage would it do to the bridge. He closed his eyes, standing motionless, as the world slowed down in his perceptions, as he sped himself to the speed he was so much more comfortable at. He could feel the air pushing before the missile, he could hear the sound it made as it sliced the wind. When he opened his eyes, he could see the smoke it produced billow in soft, lazy puffs that grew slowly like blooming flowers. And then, it was where he needed it to be. As it neared the bridge, Quicksilver began to run towards it, causing it to speed up as its systems picked up on his proximity, and at the key moment, he leaped, momentum equal to the rocket propelling him forward. He landed on the barrel of the rocket, and his feet slid along the curved metal. Running along the body of the sinister device, quickly, too quickly for reaction from it, Quicksilver used the angle, the momentum and his impossible mutant speed as a ramp to launch himself in the air. The rocket smashed into the bridge behind him, and exploded, sending debris, and shock through the faltering construction, and through the air, pushing him forward, warm and violent and the extra force that he needed. As he arced though the air, he caught hold of the skid, swinging himself up and over. But, not into the copter.... As the men in the copter shouted and reacted in slow motion, Pietro scrambled, still moving impossibly fast, up the side of the perception stalled craft, up through the creeping revolving rotors. He kicked out, with all his strength his leg held, which was considerable obviously and he shattered the propeller mechanism, in a shower of sparks and smoke that he avoided like they were stationary glitters in the sky. Then, as the vehicle beneath his feet began to shudder, he dove, off the copter, angling his body razor straight, trusting the durability that made it possible for him for him to run fast enough to streak around the world would make it also possible for him to survive the plunge into the water. But if it didn't... well, would that be such a loss? |
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| Brian Braddock(old) | Mar 7 2010, 03:23 AM Post #18 |
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Speeding towards the bridge with every intention of bringing the fight to the Brotherhood, Captain Britain could feel the tingling of adrenaline. It seemed like a lifetime since he was last in a serious combat situation. But as they say, it was just like riding a bike; you never forget. As the empty vehicle left his hands, he propelled himself forward behind it. He had no intention of letting his target rest. If the car hit its mark, brilliant. If it didn’t, it would still give him enough time to rush his target with an, old fashioned yet effective, gut wrenching double-fisted punch. That was the plan, anyway. The reality was in fact quite different. Hurtling toward his target, the man designated as Exodus, a strange and unexpected thing happened. Through one of the broken windows of the car flying through the air in front of him, a sudden swirl of smoke caught his eye. Squinting for a brief second, Brian’s eyes went wide as he realized what it was. Somehow, one of Dugan’s missiles went rogue and was heading straight for him. Unfortuntaely there was nothing he could do. At the rate that he was flying behind the car, he only had seconds to recognize what appeared just feet in front of him. However, that left him with no real opportunity to react to get himself out of harms way. He tried to slow his approach just as the rematerialized missile made contact with the car in front of him. “Bloody…!!!” The explosion caught him squarely in the chest and chin and he was thrown backwards. Pieces of the demolished car smacked him in the head and face and he thanked the heavens for his enhanced durability. An explosion like that would have killed a lesser man. Either way, it still hurt like hell. The blast sent him hurtling backwards into the bridge, causing even more damage. Peeling himself from the concrete, he rubbed his head to make sure it was still properly attached. How the missile got anywhere near him, he was not concerned. What did bother him, for a brief moment, was the fact that he was quite outnumbered out there. Taking a second to assess the situation around him, he was beginning to realize a frightening fact. This was not going to be a successful mission. The bridge was in shambles and detioorating faster and faster. In a matter of minutes this viscious attack was going to turn into a major disastor. A stunt like this would only serve to decrease the public’s view on mutants. The Brotherhood had started a war against humanity, long ago. This attack on a prominent landmark had to be a message. It was only a matter of time before humanity would try to strike back. With a sigh, he took to the air again. Just because the bridge, a symbol of humanity, was a lost cause didn’t mean that he was going to give up. Captain Britain didn’t give up; couldn’t give up. Because if the good guys gave up on the people…what hope did anyone have? |
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| Dugan | Mar 13 2010, 10:47 PM Post #19 |
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His wordless bellow was drowned out by the repeating fire of the mounted canon on the inside of the SHIELD craft as he continued to hammer the Brotherhood, swiveling from the fat guy to the purple guy to Pyro. Each large caliber bullet was sent hurtling toward its intended target either found its mark or left small craters in the asphalt and concrete, sending large chunks flying in all directions and exposing the rebar that strengthened the structure. Dugan wasn't an idiot; he knew that missiles and high-caliber bullets wouldn't be as effective as mind-based death rays and pink energy, but hell... he was only a regular Joe trying to scratch together a living amidst a bunch of freaks... he did what he could. That fact and the fifth of Turkey Creek he kept in his bedside drawer would help him sleep like a baby tonight. Several things happened at once – one... both missiles exploded, and now a crushed car was heading straight for them. The Major was about to snap a suggestion at his pilot to evade the incoming vehicle when they quickly began to ascend in an attempt to avoid being knocked out of the air by a Volvo or whatever the hell had been chucked at them. Faith restored in the SHIELD pilot, Dugan had just grasped the handles of the canon in order to send several more rounds directly at the flame thrower, when a loud pop emanated from the top of the craft... so strong that he could actually feel it through the floor. He looked around, briefly to see if anything in the cabin had fallen or broken loose, and one glance told him that he was looking in the wrong place. He looked back down to see a body fall from the chopper. “Aw hell,” he muttered around his cigar, eyes turning skyward once again. He had a pretty good idea of what had just happened, and the slightly panicked voice of the pilot crackling over his com confirmed his suspicion. “Sir...” “Blades ain't workin,” Dugan shouted as he thrust his head around the gun and outside to see that the blades had lost most of their momentum. “Yes sir. Ord–” The chopper suddenly shuddered as the crushed car caught the landing skids and violently rocked the stalled chopper into a forty-five degree attitude, just enough to upset Dugan's footing and send him toppling out of the craft into a free fall toward the water below. “Soldier, get the fuck out of that chopper now,” Dugan bellowed over the sound the rushing wind that filled his ears. He grabbed the rip cord on his chute and yanked, causing the pack on his back to explode into yards of fabric, roughly slowing his descent. He looked up and around his chute to see several more blossom as his soldiers followed his orders. Running a hand over the top of his head, Dum-Dum's face sagged as he heard the sounds of loud groaning coming from the bridge. Their mission hadn't been to save the bridge, which was obviously what the Brotherhood had been trying to do, but to capture as many of the rogue mutants as possible dead or alive, and obviously they had failed. “Justice, Cap... change in plans. Bridge is goin down and there's still people on that thing. Switch from attacking the Brotherhood to rescuing as many civilians as possible. If the Brotherhood interfere, do what you have to do, but do not engage them unless provoked.” He looked down at the water bellow, grimacing as he neared it. This time of the year was way too cold for this kind of crap, and now he'd lost his hat. |
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| Justice | Mar 17 2010, 02:51 AM Post #20 |
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Actions, reactions. Everything seemed to be moving quickly to a point of no return, and soon Vance knew they were fighting a losing battle. It was all too little to late, band aids over bullet wounds and as much as it sickened the young agent to admit it they had been out timed and out maneuvered by the Brotherhood again. The telekinetic felt his blood boil and his temper cause his power to ebb and flow, tendrils of visible blue telekinetic energy forming around him. He wanted to stop them, to hurt them, make them suffer for what they were doing, crimes not only against innocent people like the ones on this bridge but against mutant kind as a group. Not every super genetic person believed in the doctrine of Magneto and because of the harrowing actions of those few all the rest were being branded with his mark and being persecuted and punished for other's crimes. These Brotherhooders were not only taking lives with their hands but they were destroying countless other lives with their actions as well. Perhaps that was the grand scheme after all, turn the world against all mutants so that as a species they would all have no choice but to turn to Magneto for refuge. Maybe that was what he had been meaning when he spoke of his "Sanctuary"? Justice moved quickly in and out of the path of the bridge as the structure continued to deteriorate. Looking for a clear shot a chance to take one of the terrorist out, but it appeared the fight was going their way. Even as the other agents of SHIELD arrived and tackled what they could of the terrorist it was clear by the groaning of the metal it was soon to give way. Orders came from Dugan directing them what to do. What had been a stop and capture was now a save and salvage. He wanted to protest to scream out to the man that no, they could stop them they just needed more time, but as he saw the Shield copter begin its plummet to the water below and the men inside parachute to safety he knew that time was not something they had to spare. "Damn" he swore out loud as he landed on the bridge in the death knell of its collapse. He began barreling down the road yelling for those still in their cars to exit them. He could lift them individually to safety, but the weight of trying to move the vehicles would be too much. "Out of the cars people, this bridge is going down and unless you can swim Micheal Phelps I need to get you to shore" He could hear the cables break loose as the structure began to collapse into the sea it had serves as passage over. Taking to the sky the you telekinetic reached out with tendrils of mental energy and grabbed and guided as many as he could up. He pushed his limits as far as he dared moving at a force and speed he usually kept in reserve, but this was what had to be done. Lives were on the line, people had died and more might still as a piece of American heritage and history became the latest trophy in Magneto's war case. |
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| Amelia Voght | Mar 26 2010, 06:04 AM Post #21 |
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A shudder ran through the entire bridge. Amelia Voght felt it rumble through the tower and up her legs. It shook all the way up along her body and she could feel it in her teeth. It was a powerful feeling. We did this. This is something that we’ve done. It stands for something. Amelia thought to herself. Never in her life had Amelia imagined that she would be part of something so…vast. They had come to the Golden Gate Bridge with all intentions of bringing it down. Their plan was to inflict damage to the heart of the human race by destroying such an iconic monument. It was an act of terror. The Acolyte had been fairly confident that they would succeed in the beginning; they had several mutant powehouses on this strike team. Watching the bridge begin to fall, though, it was something she had to see for herself to actually believe how terrifying and strangely beautiful it was. Amelia had redirected the rocket toward one of the SHIELD agents flying in to stop them. It had exploded in his face sending him cart wheeling through the air. Then she had dissolved the remaining segment of the cable. Quicksilver had his own rocket to contend with and it was easy for him to evade. Really too quickly to comprehend he leaped out onto the helicopter and went into a flying dive that would lead him into the bay below. His body was more durable than most to deal with the friction and stresses produced by the speeds he attained. The cable fell from the air and the roadway surface listed to one side as support was lost along that axis. Cars and trucks slid sideways until they reached the point of no return and fell, though they seemed to be flying from the roadway. People were falling to the deaths. Amelia’s teammates could be among that number. More quickly than she could blink the welling tear from her eyes, she burst into a cloud of molecules taking along the Australian firebug with her. The Acolyte focused her mind and her awareness to its limit. Her body spread quicker than the winds and found the other members of her strike team. They fell through the air toward the water that could crush every bone in their body from the height. Not all of them were diving, or falling, as gracefully as Pietro. Amelia plucked them from the air as they fell. They could be angry with her for the close brush with an agonizing death but she had saved their lives in the end. The members of the Brotherhood exploded into clouds and the agents of SHIELD adjusted their focus of detaining the terrorists to saving as many civilians as they could thus allowing for an expeditious getaway. Their mission was accomplished. The Brotherhood had shown their power and the unpredictability of mutant fury upon the human race. It was aimed to strike terror into the hearts of flatscan humans and to inspire those mutants that shared Magneto’s ideals. They had already declared war and there was no going back. Assassinating the President had proven that. It wasn’t a war ending strike but it was a terrible attack and Amelia knew that for better or worse, they were responsible. [exit Brotherhood] |
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