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| Topic Started: Feb 7 2010, 06:40 PM (1,304 Views) | |
| Juggernaut | Feb 7 2010, 06:40 PM Post #1 |
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February 3, 9:02est (6:02 pacific I think?), Will gets props for thread title The titanic mutant lowered his head and shoulders, ducking and pulling in his arms to accomodate for the small size of the door. Like sticking a square through the triangle, Cain only managed to get through by squatting and moving carefully. He didn't know the type of damage it would do if he destroyed part of the door and that little girlie's powers were active. Maybe he'd be stuck between one side of the country and the other. And as much as it pleased him to think of having two Juggernauts in the world rather than just one, he didn't really feel like pulling an Evil Kirk and having to go through the trouble of pulling himself together. Arriving in the Dam, Cain looked from side to side, making sure it was clear. In his hand he held his helm which he had not yet put on, saving it for combat or whenever he got around to the generators. Keeping a grip on it, he turned back to the door, giving a nod of approval. "No one here. Don't know what level we're on though cause I ain't seeing any generators." He paused for a moment, feeling some vibrations in the concrete ground below. "Feels like they're below us. Looks like she put us up a little high." Moving away from the door to let the others come out, Cain looked around. It looks like it was a storage room with some mechanical stuff. Maybe. Cain wasn't exactly sure where the hell he was besides the Hoover Dam. He didn't really want to be here. He'd rather have been sent to the bridge. Don't destroy the dam was restrictive and didn't let him let loose. But, at least it wasn't all bad. If Cain could line it up when they got to it, he'd be able to bullrush through the lot of them in one easy sweep. "Who wants to point me in a direction too get this dance started? I guess there's probably some people workin' here still, so if we don't go they'll notice us and call the fuzz." SHIELD was a bitch. All they wanted to do was ruin Cain's fun. "Hope you all can jump a good thirty feet." It was actually about a hundred foot drop. "If not, I'll see you there." Wasting no time, the Juggernaut armed himself with his helm, now regarding it as tedious to just carry it in the feat he was about to preform. Making his way away from them, he shoved aside some equipment and cleared some room. Fixing himself into a stance, Cain eyed the floor, then pressed down, letting his mutation flourish. Tensing his legs, the Juggernaut jumped vertically, throwing his feet down as gravity grabbed him again. His unstoppability drove him through the thick concrete floor, sending tremors throughout the floors and walls. The Juggernaut fell through the floor, disappearing from the level. Right into an open space with about a hundred feet below him. Passing through the space between the support beams without damaging them was suprising, but Cain only saw what was below through the portholes of his helm. There were generators on his peripherals, but he was falling towards the floor without anything to grab onto or hit. Bushes wouldn't really help his fall -- it'd be better if one of the generators was there. Crashing into the ground, Cain's body caused a crater in the ground, his legs up to the shins drowning in concrete. Maybe jumping wasn't such a good idea... But it was quicker than stairs. |
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| Black Tom | Feb 8 2010, 04:39 AM Post #2 |
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Ariel was ambitious that was for sure. Pulling the stunt like she was that day was sure to get her some brownie points, Black Tom considered. She was busy creating teleportation doors for many of their strikes on the infrastructure. The little lady was getting a real work out by sending small squads of the Brotherhood around the country to deliver crippling strikes on the country. Good on her, Tom thought. If the girl wanted to try and move up the ladder that was good. The Irishman was always game for some young thing climbing the hierarchy especially when it helped out the cause. Or more specifically when it helped him. He’d been using Ariel’s teleportation more often and this was sure to help her develop her skills. It was such a shame that Tom was pretty much a tree at the time because he would have suggested to Ariel that if she wanted to make progress vertically she’d have to do some work horizontally. Black Tom had pretty much the same problem that Cain was experiencing at that time, though. His size was an issue. Cain had squeezed himself through the door and the Irishman was pretty sure that he could do the same. He wanted to be careful because he didn’t know if he would be cut in half by a destroyed portal or what. That would not make for a good day. Tom emerged on the other side of the door. He was now inside the Hoover Dam. He gave a look around the expansive complex as Juggernaut asserted that there was no one around. There didn’t seem to be any vital equipment where they were located. No generators at least, that was the main target. They were not to destroy the dam just disable it. Cain went right ahead into the mission. That was one of the things that Black Tom liked about Juggernaut. He cut right through the fat. Juggernaut jumped into the air and drilled through the concrete floor below. With a loud crash, Cain landed on the level below. Cain was one that could afford to not look before he leaped. Tom took a moment to look through the new trapdoor. The distance looked safe enough for him in his new form. He was much more durable than he had been as a human. “I can’t stand to be late to the party,” Tom said to the others as he dropped through the hole allowing Cain enough time to move out of the way. Tom landed loudly and his descent echoed through the complex. Their two crashes wouldn’t go unnoticed. What they were going to do next wouldn’t go unseen either. “Lights for Las Vegas,” Black Tom said as he marched toward a row of generators. They were connected to the turbines within the dam and created the electricity. Tom balled his fists and fired twin beams of concussion at the nearest generator. The machine was heavily reinforced but Tom increased the power load he was delivering. It took no time at all for his beams to crush through the generator. It blew up into a cloud of smoke that smelled of burning electronic cable. The Irishman laughed loud and deep that reverberated off the walls. He was enjoying this. |
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| Jara | Feb 8 2010, 02:37 PM Post #3 |
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And more with the teleportation… yeesh, no one believed in jet planes and cars anymore? Were conventional means of transportation too beneath anyone with a damn x-gene around here? Sorry, but she’d rather risk flying a few thousand feet in the air than traveling through any ridiculous metaphysical vapors or walking through gimmicky doorways and risk coming out the other side a few vital organs short. Call her antiquated, call her paranoid, but she knew all the many ways a person could die on an airliner or bus, whereas this ‘Ariel’ person, whoever this brown-nosing little woman was, Jara hadn’t the slightest clue on the woman’s capabilities. Could her range really span across the continents? Could she hold so many portals simultaneously? What happened if she got tired? Fatigued? Lost consciousness? Distracted? There were simply too many unknowns, and Balam did not make it a habit to put all her stakes and her getaway route on something so flimsy. She was a planner, a schemer, glass half empty sort of woman. The look on her face wasn’t exactly an excitedly happy one when she glanced up and down the doorway turned quantum portal. But Jara was also a professional, took solace in preparing for what she could—guns, bullets, grenades, plastique—suited up in her altered SHIELD suit and combat gear and followed the rest of their death squad to the other side in one piece. Since her torso wasn’t fused into the floor and entrails hanging from the ceiling like a repeat of the Philidelphia Experiment, she decided that the mission was off to a good start. Of course, they didn’t know where the hell they were in the damn, Cain taking point and trying to get their bearings. “Suppose they don’t have a giant mall layout map around,” she remarked flatly, sniffing the air. It was stagnant, smelling of metal and ozone from the surrounding monitoring equipment and machinery. She moved around Black Tom, avoiding the sharp bramble and branches that stuck out of his body like an oversized bonsai gone horribly, horribly wrong. This was one of those times where her small size was actually useful. In the meantime, she listened to Juggernaut, talking about being spotted and alerting authorities and keeping stealthy and all this elementary school nonsense. They weren’t children. Jara rolled her eyes at the behemoth. "Hope you all can jump a good thirty feet. If not, I'll see you there." He wasn’t… ay Dios mio. Jara brought up a hand, about to protest before the giant took a single jump in the air and fell down. Way down. Through the floor. With a veritable three-point earthquake. Was there time to just Quantum Leap back into Murderworld? Tom, of course, walked right after his best friend, and Jara couldn’t help but picture lemmings. She ventured to the mouth of the improvised opening, taking a look down. She sighed. “Everyone watch their step, this area may not be stable anymore. Take the stairs if you have to. I’m heading to the floodgate controls. Buena suerte.” And with that, she looked back down the corridor and took a long leap forward from her standstill point, clearing the gap with ease and tore down the corridor. Despite the briefing they had all been given prior to the mission, she had no way of telling just where exactly they were. However, like with all large buildings and structures that housed numerous staff and employees, there had to be a fire escape route. One, two turns around corners, down another hall, and she found exactly what she was looking for. Her eyes and ears open for any approaching movement, she studied the little map, frowning to herself as she made a note of her current position, stairs, engine rooms and pressure gauges and a ton of other machinery that just didn’t interest her. This place had to have a control room, where the head engineers watched and controlled everything. Odds were they’d all been caught on security cameras already, if the minor quake caused by Cain didn’t tip them off already. “Freeze!” Yep. Tipped off. Jara turned towards the voice, a guard dressed in standard military fatigues. Jara was tempted to say army, though that was really neither here or there, considering she was looking down the wrong end of an M-14. The guard looked surprised to see her, looking the changeling up and down. Right. The SHIELD armor. Jara quickly adjusted to the situation by fixing the little soldier boy with the most withering glare she could muster. The doubt flickered across his features. “Sorry, ma’am, I was just investigating a disturbance in the area.” “At ease, soldier,” she replied, and the moment his barrel stopped pointing at her chest, a muffled shot sounded in the vicinity. Jara loathed holster shooting, but it was the fastest means she could plug the unfortunate guardsman. The accuracy was shit, his sputtering on the floor as blood weeped from a wound in his neck more than enough evidence. A few strides forward, holding her breath, and the changeling finished dispatching of the problem. “One kill on entry level,” she spoke, the small earbud nestled in her ear picking up her voice and transmitting the message to the others, or at least whoever had deigned to take a communicating device with them. |
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| Spitfire | Feb 9 2010, 01:47 AM Post #4 |
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Teleporting…Jac hated teleporting. It took all the fun out of getting to a destination when she had two perfectly good legs to run there on, but she guessed that at least she’d be fresh popping out the other side of the door, as soon as the wave of nausea that came with disorientation passed and she as her usual chipper self once more. Well, as chipper as you could be when you’d been sent to bring down a bloody great big dam. No, really Jac loved her work at the end of the day, even if it did scare her slightly now and then when she’d take a step backwards and realise just what she’d gone and done with her growing rap sheet – if she’d actually been arrested that is – and remembered that this time last year, she was yes, still actually relatively normal. She dawdled for a second as Tom and Cain squeezed their respective epic bulks through the door, then followed, zipping around Balam and paused for a split second as ahead, Cain decided to be a little direct about things, and threw himself through the floor. There was something of a rumble as he landed, and the speedster nipped up to the large hole, peeping down into the large room below, painting a quick mental picture of the place, before she darted out of the storeroom, looking both ways up and down the corridor before picking her route and sticking to it. It’d eventually lead somewhere in the dam, if not at first to her target. The speedster didn’t know where she was, at all, and she didn’t pretend to, but what with the massive hole and their own friendly ent crashing about the place, there was no way in hell that anyone had the right to tell her to ‘lay off the flames’, meaning she could got at her top speed, enabling her to quickly reunite with her teammates. The stark corridors almost reminded her of the water treatment plant with Jara and the urge to turn the Hoover Dam into a giant game of Pac-Man was momentarily overwhelming and she had to push on down the corridor, concentrating on the need to find the room Cain had landed in. Bursting into a stairwell, she met a pair of workers coming up and swore, almost doubling back up the stairs as she skidded to a stop between them. “Evenin’ gents. Nice night for it, eh?” she commented breezily, giving them a particularly dark smile from behind her shades that served as something as a visor or goggles, protecting her eyes from dust and all that annoying shit that could be the bane of a speedster. With her leather hood up though, it was helpful for concealing her identity, not that she was anyone prominent, but it was useful to still be able to go outside in ‘civilised society’ now and then. The men were getting over their initial shock and about to run, when Jac tensed, then kicked one in the stomach, before pouncing up on to the banister and kicking the other in the face. There was a sickening sound of cracking bone and they both dropped to the ground, Jac using her elevated position to jump over their prone bodies and carry on down the stairs. “Uhh…Two maybe kills one below entry level. I’m not exactly hanging to check their pulses if you know what I mean,” Jac said into her own earpiece, swallowing slightly as she clicked the small button to mute her microphone, that horrible feeling descending into her stomach once more. She didn’t enjoy killing, but she was not about to be exterminated. She did what she had to do. Several twists, turns and kicks through doors later, she crashed through into the room of generators, having followed the vibrations she could feel in her feet, the closer she had gotten to that room. Looking around, she surveyed the mess that had already taken place within the few bare minutes it had taken her to get her bearings of the place and mentally started to work out what would be her best plan of attack, now that she was there. Premade plans tended to trickle out of her blonde head, far too easily. Ruefully, she ran around to where Cain was and skidded to a stop in a blaze of flames. “Hope you’ve saved some for me there, chum!” she tipped him something of a salute and almost without waiting for a response, darted across to a generator that had not been started on, careful not to get too close to Tom – didn’t want to accidentally set him on fire – and set about seeing what she could do to take it apart, if only with her legs that had the power of a very pissed off mule behind them. |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Feb 9 2010, 02:08 AM Post #5 |
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Whistling between his teeth, the Cajun gave a few of the others a glance, the grin on his face daring them to mimic Cain and jump through the hole the mountain of a man had punched through the concrete. He watched as Tom followed the Juggernaut through the hole, shaking his head... his powers didn't allow him to do things like that. Besides... it looked like it'd hurt. “Everyone watch their step, this area may not be stable anymore. Take the stairs if you have to. I’m heading to the floodgate controls. Buena suerte.” Remy's crimson eyes swept the area they'd teleported to, taking in the massive amounts of concrete that made up this place, all reinforced with steel. Ol' Cain packed one hell of a punch, Remy figured it'd take a little bit more than that to bring a place like this down... otherwise the rest of them could have just watch the thing crumble into Lake Mead from lawn chairs on the shore. He spotted an intercom and figured it was time to show these misfits that he still pulled his own weight, even after being laid up in bed for the last couple of months. Placing his bare fingers on the box, he began to convert potential energy into kinetic, causing the machinery to glow brilliant fuchsia. The conversion continued past the speaker, through the circuits, and continued down the wiring contained in the walls. Finally content that he had affected enough of the intercom system to render it completely inert, he removed his hand, watching as the box burst into a small bloom of energy – weak compared to most of his explosions. The wires hidden away in the walls were quickly burning up, and several more boxes erupted in similar fashion within the room. Gambit cast his eyes at the floor where Cain had disappeared, hearing the sounds of his fellow mutants wreaking havoc below. Of course it would attract attention, but Gambit was confident that the destruction of the intercom system would slow down their progress, not to mention keep the alarms from going off. “Think I'm gonna catch up to Jara,” he said to whoever was left. “I like to watch her walk.” He quickly caught up with her just as she planted a bullet into an unsuspecting guard, hearing her voice erupt over the Brotherhood communication channel, “One kill on entry level.” Remy paused beside his teammate, hands in his pockets as he stared at the body of the dead soldier. “Fella shoulda called in sick.” He dropped to a knee and unclipped a radio from the man's belt, straightening back up and giving the Latin beauty a glance, “Be nice to hear if any more's sneakin up on us. Now... where're them controls you was lookin for?” |
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| Empath | Feb 9 2010, 06:15 AM Post #6 |
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Fuck the Hoover Dam, whatever... Manuel really had better things to do, new people to fuck and bars to be visited. Being teleported here however was a nice touch by the girl he didn't really know, it beat the hell out of a plane ride with his fellow Brotherhood members, yeah they all stood for the same values, mutant supremacy and all. Although sometimes he wasn't sure if it was that he really believed in all of it, or if it was just that he hated people even more than he hated the dumbfuck mutants that seemed to always surround him. Maybe they weren't all bad though, Remy was here after all, the Spaniard really had no issue with him, or Jara for that matter. Their was however the speedy Spitfire, Empath had worked with her once before and spoken with her a few times beyond that and she was far from his favorite person in the world but that didn't matter much now he figured. Cain and Black Tom jumped down a few stories onto the pavement below, Jara went off on her own as usual as Remy followed, and he didn't care where the speedster went as long as he could avoid her. Manuel stood in the doorway and watched as Gambit fried the intercom system of the whole damn place, "at least somebody knows how to be quiet about this" he mumbled to himself. Watching the Cajun do his thing and hearing the gunshot that he knew belonged to Balam, Manuel decided he might aswell make himself useful. Taking a different direction he began to walk up the stairs a the end of the hall, he would do better by himself, he liked the feeling of not having to worry about anyone else. Reaching the second floor above him Manuel began to walk the halls of the dam, it was massive, loud and not the place he wanted to spend his night. Approaching a door labeled "Security" he looked the small square window to see monitors covering the walls as a single man sat watching them with his hands on the camera controls. "Well that just won't do" he thought to himself, "looks like he could use a friend to keep him busy" he said as he turned away from the door. Cutting the corner of the joining hallway and noticing the "Break Room" he spotted exactly what he was looking for, a woman, she wasn't the best looking thing in the world, but a few minutes in a bar and a few drinks later she could be totally fuckable. Reaching into her mind and causing it to become almost completely void of emotion the Spaniard approached her, placing her hand in his, removed the large bottled water from her hand and whispering in her ear "my friend is lonely, he would love to meet you" he began to lead her to the door of the security room. Linking the emotional states of both the man behind the door watching the camera, and the not so perfect lady in the blue suit he filled their heads and bodies with surging passion. Just as he knew would happen the man opened the door and the two began to rapidly and quite roughly cup and grasp each others bodies as they fell to the floor removing their clothes as fast as they could. Empath would take the liter of water and pour it onto the machines that covered the desks of the room. "I guess more than one kind of sparks will fly in this room". With the surveillance systems now completely useless the Spaniard began to make his way back to the company of his friends. |
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| Juggernaut | Feb 9 2010, 09:16 PM Post #7 |
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Cain tilted his torso back to allow himself to look through the portholes of his helmet and up through the hole he just came down. With his legs up to the knees burried in concrete, the Juggernaut was for once quite still. But, that was only through the convenience of wanting to see what a tree looked like when it fell. And the result made Cain quite sure that even if no one was around the thing still made noise. As the fundamentally same Black Tom Cassidy fell down from the hole Cain made some hundred feet up, the Juggernaut managed a quick "Timbeeeer". Snickering as the sounds of the entite mutant bounced off the massive chasm of the generator room, Cain pushed his hands on the ground, pulling himself out of the concrete, leaving the crater empty with two dark holes where his thick legs had been. Shaking off the rubble from his legs, Cain lumbered behind the tree man, grinning. It was times like this when Cain genuinely enjoyed himself. Watching as Tom went dragon ball on the first generator, the Juggernaut began to move away. "We should go to Vegas after this, Tom. We could join the circus AND rob the city. I bet they have a nice garden for you to stand in too -- or maybe that's Disney World." He chortled as the machine exploded from the concussive blasts his friend hit them with, spraying metal bits and smoke into the air. "One kill on entry level", he heard the feline fatale say into their communication systems. With his headgear on, Cain couldn't click any button to respond. He didn't really want a wire running out of his portholes, as it was hard enough to see with it on as it was. But, at least he could know what was going on with them. "Uhh... Two maybe kills one below entry level." "Jesus, who gets maybe kills?" he said in a brooding manner after hearing the voice. Giving Tom a pat on the woody shoulder, he motioned to the other side of the vast room. "I'm gonna go guard and make sure no shrimps come sneak in from that end. You can let your roots loose." Yes. Cain would never let the chance for any form of plant joke to pass him up. As he lumbered off, he halted for a moment, a blazing trail of fire following up behind him and stopping right where he was about to step. He grinned. The firey little British warplane saluted him and dashed off before he could even say anything. Well... That's how speedsters did it. They just finish and run off even before you could ask for a kiss. Sad stuff. Lumbering past the generators without destroying a single thing, Cain pushed his way through the double doors and held his smile as a pair of guards rounded the corner. "Two more to the body count..." |
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| Carol Danvers | Feb 11 2010, 07:56 PM Post #8 |
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“911 Emergency, go ahead with your emergency.” “Ugghhnnn..” “Um, hello? What’s your emergency?” “I… can’t stand… they…” Static filled the line. After a brief pause, the operator could hear the man moaning again. “Sir? Can you give your location?” “Hoover dam… Ugnn… I’m security…” “Is there an emergency there sir?” “Yes, god damn it!” the guard suddenly shouted into the phone as pain surged through his abdomen. “Okay sir, just calm down and try to tell me what happened.” “It’s happening now… the… She was right on top of us. This girl… She kicked me too hard… I think something is wrong with my insides… my stomach is swelling..” the guard said between groans. He was speaking in a harsh whisper. “Who kicked you sir?” “I think she was a mutant… she was moving so fast… I never saw her… “ “We are dispatching help now, sir… what else can you tell me?” “I need help… please..” The “maybe” kill dropped the phone, disconnecting the call. The 911 operator began the process of dispatching local EMS and Fire services to the scene, as well as local law enforcement. They were unsure what exactly they were approaching, where within the massive Hoover Dam it was taking place. Regardless, units were dispatched to investigate. Immediately, the call was flagged and intercepted by SHIELD. The 911 service was one of the many ways they could locate and respond to mutant threats throughout the country. There always seemed to be a spectator somewhere that was willing to call and state what they had seen. Certain words within the call would be heard and SHIELD would be notified. Depending on how the call went, they would respond accordingly. In this instance, SHIELD was notified of at least one violent mutant who was in a sensitive area and dispatching security guards on the site. The response would be swift and at full alert. ****************** “We have a helicarrier in L.A. We need to get someone on scene fast before the local police arrive.” “There is a strike team in Dallas.” “No, they won’t get there any quicker than the L.A. strike teams.” “Why don’t we have anyone closer to Hoover?” “Resources are spread thin… we don’t…” “Forget it.” The two west coast supervisors bickered between themselves, trying to come up with a quick response to the possible incident that was occurring at Hoover Dam. It had already been three minutes since the 911 call was placed. It would take at least ten minutes to scramble strike teams and then nearly thirty minutes for them to arrive on fast moving aerial transports. By then, the threat could be over with or whatever deed would be done. “I just got off the phone with New York, sir!” a SHIELD dispatcher said, turning to the two supervisors. “Agent Warbird is in L.A. on a training detail.” “Activate her, now.” ********************* Carol sat in an anti-terrorism class, staring at the instructor at the front of the room. As with all government agencies, learning new tactics and tips, recertifying qualifications, and other things of that sort were all part of the job. It was not unusual to go to training several times a year. This class in particular was quite boring. She spun the pencil around in her fingers, waiting for five o-lock to arrive so they could be dismissed. Her cell phone suddenly beeped, causing her to look to her hip in surprise. Considering that the agency knew where she was, she was not expecting a call. The others in the room looked to her n surprise as well, and she immediately stood and walked outside. ”Agent Warbird, go ahead.” “Warbird, there is unknown mutant activity at Hoover Dam. We are sending a quick response strike team from L.A., but you are capable of getting there much quicker. We need someone on scene for an assessment now.” ”Seriously? Do I have to redo this class?” she asked. “Uh… we’ll worry about that later. Respond, now. Give a status update upon your arrival as soon as you find something out.. Estimated distance to Hoover Dam is around 300 miles from your location. What do you think your ETA will be?” ”I can make that in ten minutes, give or take a few,” Carol responded. “Good, get moving. Coordinates will be sent to your phone and linked with your location. Contact us as soon as you have situational awareness.” ”Yea, yea.” Warbird said, closing the phone and moving towards the exit. She walked quickly outdoors. Thankfully, she was wearing her SHIELD uniform for the class. Now that she was outside, Warbird took to the sky and shot up into the atmosphere, gaining altitude so that she would not be easily seen by those below. Turning towards her destination, she exploded into that direction, the sudden burst of speed causing a sonic boom as she entered Mach 1. After a few thousand feet, she entered Mach 2, moving around 1400 mph. Warbird would arrive at Hoover Dam in about six to ten minutes, or, about twenty minutes after the original 911 call was made. |
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| Sunfire(Joe) | Feb 11 2010, 09:42 PM Post #9 |
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A key component of said strike team being sent to the Hoover Dam to rendezvous with Warbird was Sunfire. He had been briefed on what little they knew, and was specifically told not to go in blazing if he happened to get there first. The team accompanying them was fully equipped to deal with superhuman threats, packing personal force field generators, particle beam weapons that were capable of much more damage than the average bullet, reflex-enhancing designed body armor, jet packs, and nanochip tracking tasers, which would look an behave similar to typical taser devices, but added the extra bonus of implanting a microscopic nanochip into the point of impact, allowing SHIELD to track the target down via satellite should it escape. Sunfire waited uncomfortably inside the Quinjet. He never liked flying inside of aircraft, considering he could easily do so on his own, but he understood the necessity this time around. They needed him at full power, and if he were to expend energy flying there himself, not to mention time when the Quinjet could fly there faster, that would be valuable firepower that could cause the mission to fail. And so, on the flight over, he reviewed the information given them once more. Security at the Dam reported mutant saboteurs, at least one but likely more. There were casualties already, so time was of the essence before more people were hurt or killed, and furthermore, before the dam's infrastructure took too much damage. Not only was there a risk of a power outage, but flooding could severely affect the area. The lives lost, the lives at further risk, Shiro decided, would be avenged. Nothing justified the taking of innocent life. "ETA ten minutes and counting, ladies and gentlemen," the pilot announced as they approached. "Agent Warbird will meet us there, so be ready to rock 'n roll." |
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| Omega Sentinel(Old) | Feb 12 2010, 04:11 AM Post #10 |
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Omega Sentinel sat strapped into her seat aboard the Quinjet. Sunfire, one of her new teammates from New York was also along for the ride. They had been assembled in Dallas as part of a strike team. The basic human agents that were part of the team were armed and armored against the threat of mutant terrorists. There was no confirmation on who the attackers were or what powers they possessed. If it was the Brotherhood, many of their energy signatures and profiles had been uploaded into her database. The problem was that the Brotherhood was divided up in cells, much like any terror organization, and it was unclear as to who were members of the organization. Those files may prove to be useless. For Sentinel, it was business as usual on the Quinjet. They had been briefed and given profiles to read and understand. She read some information about the dam itself and looked over the schematics and layouts. They had been trained so that they wouldn’t be going into the situation blindly, though she couldn’t help but to think there was still a lot of unknown factors in the situation. They didn’t know who their opponents were. That wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling. Much of what Sentinel was feeling was familiar. She was sure the other SHIELD agents felt the same way. There was an excitement in the air. The agents seemed to be energized. They were looking forward to the skirmish. It was an adrenaline thrill ride. A person didn’t get into SHIELD by being a poor soldier. They were good at their job and often enjoyed it. Karima had to admit that she did enjoy her job. She had those same excited butterflies in her stomach. She was happy for them, actually. It reminded her that there was something human quivering inside her metal hull. "ETA ten minutes and counting, ladies and gentlemen," the pilot announced as they approached. "Agent Warbird will meet us there, so be ready to rock 'n roll." They would land shortly and rendezvous with Warbird, another teammate from New York. This would be one of the first times that Omega Sentinel would be in combat with her team. She was sure of her own capabilities but hadn’t seen her teammates at work. Surely, they were impressive. They wouldn’t be there otherwise. Karima used that time to steel herself. She was going to mentally prepare for what she had to do. She liked to play things by the book. Sometimes protecting and completing the mission meant the taking of a life. These were terrorists and sometimes there was no alternative. |
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| Black Tom | Feb 14 2010, 05:34 AM Post #11 |
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The Brotherhood’s scheme for disabling the dam was going along pretty well. There had been some deaths at the hands of the Brothers. That was to be expected. This was a terrorist organization. People were going to die. This was going to be shock and awe. People needed to die so that the world would see that the Brotherhood was serious about following Magneto’s dream. They could have destroyed the dam and let the entire Colorado River run free but that could cost too many innocent mutant lives. Also, there had to be some sort of infrastructure left intact. Black Tom didn’t think Magneto wanted everything burned to ash. His dream was for mutants to rule and who wanted to rule a garbage heap? The other members were gathering around and beginning to take their toll on the equipment. It was going to be fairly easy. All of the generators were lined up in neat rows, like a carton of eggs, for them to smash. Spitfire came around, not close enough to light Tom on fire with her flame trails. She was around only long enough to give a salute to Cain and then zip off once more. Tom moved from the generators he had demolished and looked toward his next targets. Juggernaut had moved away from the generators entirely toward a different room. The behemoth pushed through the wall crushing the double doors inward. Tom turned back to a generator before him and began his dirty work. He ripped at the moorings with his long strong hands. There were several cracking sounds. They should have been louder but over the din in the generator room the sound was muffled. Tom had heard their kind of noise enough to know what they meant. It was gunfire. The Irishman felt the impacts on his body. He was hit by two bullets in his shoulder. Tom felt the impact but there was little pain. In his mind he should have known that was strange. His body registered pain differently now. Tom swung around to find two security guards hiding behind a generator as a shield. They were leaning around and taking shots at him. “Take more than that, little piggies,” he bellowed. Tom reached down and picked a twisted piece of metal he had ripped away from the generator. He hurled it at the security guards. It spiraled through the air and he wasn’t sure where it had landed. He began demolishing the generator again. “The ants are coming to the picnic!” he called out. |
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| Spitfire | Feb 16 2010, 12:52 AM Post #12 |
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The big hitters that were Juggernaut and Black Tom were already hard at work, taking generators down and needed no help at their end of things, which is why Jac had headed down the line, starting at the other end of the room, delivering crippling kicks to the machines and all the while hoping that her foot wasn’t going to get stuck as she whipped it back out, lightening fast. It wasn’t an exact science, but it served her well and anyway, her mutant power was an exact science. She was fast, tipping the speedometer at four hundred miles per hour. In training with the Brotherhood she has easily ‘leg pressed’ around five hundred pounds. Put those two things together with a little something named velocity or something…Well what you got was one great big bloody mess. Or electronic mess, rubble strewn mess…It really depended what she was kicking on that day of the week. So, with all that bubbling around her blonde head, making it actually quite hurt a bit, not least as she had it in her rather vivid imagination just what her feet could do…Some people talked the hind leg off a donkey, well, Jac talked the hind leg off a donkey, then could beat you to death with the force of said hind leg. About to press on and find some more things to put her foot in, Jac was met with a group of guards barging in through the door, heralded by a shout from Tom. Oh, now really…It was their own fault that they were going to get hurt, killed or maimed by the Brotherhood. If they just left, then Jac couldn’t care less, she wasn’t going to go chasing after them and nail them just because. Avoiding the potential holes in her logic that had sprung up, Jac batted them away and grabbed a strip of iron and used it as a weapon, racing around the guards, circling them in and striking out at them with the bar. Unfortunately, she hit one man a bit too hard and it bent at the end, the speedster tossing it away and going in with a series of kicks instead. The men went down heavily and one had blood coming from his mouth. Pulling away from her fallen foes, Jac looked around quickly, her head a blonde blur. Cain had moved on by now, and Tom was grappling with his own new playmates and probably didn’t need help. Besides, there were generators to destroy. “Moving on, need me, just call!” she yelled to Tom and darted off at top speed for another room. The objective was to hit hard and to hit fast, something that Jac excelled at. She could keep this action up for a good while, having stuffed herself before coming out, and getting out didn’t worry her so much, not when you moved as fast and were as slippery as she. It would take a matter of minutes to wreak the havoc they had set out to on the Hoover Dam, and then they would be done. |
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| Jara | Feb 22 2010, 07:25 PM Post #13 |
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Jara found herself staring at the bloodied throat a bit too long, far too interested in the frayed edges of the bullet hole and little details that if she kept mulling over she was bound to stop soliloquizing and start mauling. It took control to look away, discipline to hold her breath and keep from savoring the lovely scent that she just knew was beginning to waft into the hall. Things she never had. “Fella shoulda called in sick.” The Cajun lilt broke into her thoughts, luck perhaps bringing her teammate along her path. Or stupidity. The last time she had spoken to the backwater thief, she’d made promises to track down his tormentors, if only to kill him herself. The strangeness she’d seen that night was unforgettable, phantom smells of brimstone and echoes of screaming maggots briefly flashing inside her head. “La muerte siempre llega inesperadamente,” she replied with a shrug, Remy plucking the radio off the body. Neither of them were taking the loss of life too harshly, which was fine with her. She didn’t want to work with someone that would hesitate dispatching an enemy, even if she still wanted to rip that certain person’s throat out. Perhaps that was just the bloodlust talking. “Be nice to hear if any more's sneakin up on us. Now... where're them controls you was lookin for?” She gave the backwater thief a practiced smirk, a pleasant expression despite the unpleasant thoughts in her head. Her tail gave an attentive flick. “I have an escort now. Lovely.” Turning around, she waved her hand over, motioning him to follow as she walked in the right direction. “It’s two floors up, corridor C. The door girl wasn’t off by much.” She got to a stairwell that the fire escape plan had indicated, one of the many peppered around the facility in the event that elevators were not a viable route. Jara, being the forward-thinking and anticipating person she was, always saw elevators as death traps. It wasn’t the possibility of a suspension cable breaking and the horrifying fall and inevitable squish at the bottom that bothered her, but what could be waiting on the other side of the sliding doors. Suddenly that innocuous little box and ambient music turns into a death trap, with nowhere to run or hide. Sure, she could use Remy as a shield, and now that he was around she definitely planned on doing so incase things went south, but there’s only so much a meat shield can take. Surprisingly, it wasn’t much. She paused at the large metal doors, placed there to compartmentalize sections of the dam in case of fires and isolate the damage, trap oxygen and whatnot. Jara didn’t give a flying fuck over the engineering specifics. Instead, she took a moment to listen with her own ears for any movement on the other side, footsteps or speech, before tentatively pushing the door open with her shoulder and bringing her pistol up to aim. She found no one, but another crash met her ears, originating somewhere far, far below. The other Brotherhood were going to town with the generators. She thought she heard gunshots as well. The radio in Gambit’s possession crackled with activity, another frequency being used. “Bit too late for that,” she mused, already bounding up the steps before pausing mid-way on a landing, peering over the banister expectantly. “You! Stop it right there!” someone yelled from below, another set of fire doors slammed open and boots pounding on the steps for them. Of course, Jara wasn’t about to listen. She pressed on, figuring Gambit would know how to best take care of a group of hostiles in such a small, enclosed space. Her exit came, Balam hauling the door open with a snarl and coming face to face with one of the dam’s civilian employees. He gave a startled cry, dropping his clipboard with a clatter, but Jara cut it short. She swung at the maintenance man’s head with her left arm, the limb morphing in that instant into a clawed, brawny appendage, a flash of spotted fur rippling up her shoulder. Her small size belied her strength—Jara hit like a prize fighter, and she swung into the worker’s jaw without holding back. Had she hit with a closed fist, his mandible would’ve shattered like glass. Instead, she hit him open-handed, talon-like claws at the tips of her fingers puncturing skin and tearing into muscle like it were little more than tissue. Her claws rasped the roof of the worker’s mouth, found purchase in the delicate little hollow passages of his nasal cavity, and she clenched her fingers, feeling bones crunch around her grasp and tickle her skin. The man gave a gargling scream, and Jara, she wasn’t ashamed to admit that she smiled. The shapeshifter, still human for the most part, lifted the hapless little worker off his feet, a display of power and a show of bad table manners. Jara did like playing with her food. She sneered wordlessly at the worker, walking down the corridor and dragging him along until she came onto another pair of armed guards, staring wordlessly down their rifles at the scene before them. Should they shoot, with a civilian in the way? Jara didn’t bother waiting for them to reach a conclusion to their moral debate, throwing the bloodied worker. The tendons in his jaws gave way like little elastic bands, snap snap snap, meat and skin tearing with a wet sound as she was left grasping a jaw bone. The soldiers toppled. Then she was on them. The engineers in the control room, they could hear everything of course. They sat in their chairs, instinctively moving towards the back of the room, away from the entrances and watching through the long panes of bullet proof glass for the disturbance, listening to the yells and gunshots and screams. It suddenly stopped, and the room grew even more sickeningly quiet. A loud crash sounded, and the more observant, quicker engineers inside spotted the rag doll body of one of the security men hit the window, a large circle of tiny spidering cracks proof of the impact. |
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| Juggernaut | Feb 24 2010, 02:17 AM Post #14 |
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Killing people was too easy. They were so squishy compared to him. Though he was also a mutant, Cain bet that if he ever for some crazy other-worldly reason he didn't have a mutation he'd still be big and bad. Yeah, he knew it. Cain was one badass motherfucker. He was the Juggernaut. Did the world really think those two itty bitty humans were going to do anything? "Man... If I step on more people I bet I can start skating through things just from the pulp," he mused in a very gorey manner, wiping his boot down on a ledge or something. Didn't really matter. He could have wiped it on someone's scalp, but there was little of that to be found at the moment. Humming, he looked down through the next cooridor, making sure no one was coming. Lifting a hand to scratch at his stomach, the Juggernaut turned himself each time when he looked. "Man. This would be a lot easier if I could just run through everything. Who cares about the muties down-hill?" Selfish as always. The Juggernaut thought little of everyone until they proved themselves to him. And considering that he wasn't a people person, that was something that was hard to accomplish. Though, being stuck in an underground super-human terrorist group made it a little easier, but he could say he didn't really like anyone very much like he did Tom and a few others. Mostly Tom. There wasn't enough bromance around here. Flexing an arm and rubbing down a bracer with a hand, Cain gave a shrug and turned, heading back down the way he came towards the generator. Lumbering out of boredum, the Juggernaut made it back to the double doors, pushed them open, saw Tom swinging some sapes around like he used to his shillelagh before he got all Enty. Before he said anything, he felt something sort've pinch his shoulder and turned around. A bald soldier stood in the hallway behind him, holding a gun's barrel in his direction. Cain narrowed his eyes and grinned behind the portholes. "Being bald around he ain't a good idea, is it, Charles?" The Juggernaut stepped back into the hallways, the double doors swinging shut as the soldier let off most of his clip. Then silence from the direction the Juggernaut disappeared. |
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| Carol Danvers | Feb 24 2010, 04:56 AM Post #15 |
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The GPS indicator began beeping as she approached the target. As she slowed down, it almost felt like she was exiting a tunnel that was underwater. Sound began to return to normal as the roar of the wind finally reached her ears and she could feel the pressure changing as she began to descend from the sky. She fell thousands of feet in seconds, moving so that her feet were aimed downwards towards the ground. Warbird looked down towards the earth below, aiming her flight path so that she would land right on the dam. Coming through the clouds, she was within a few thousand feet of the ground. Her abilities made her hands and feet begin to grow hot as the friction of the air pushed against them, all the while she pushed back against the air in order to stop herself. Just before touching down on the ground, she burst herself upwards a few feet, before landing gently on the dam. ”Warbird on scene,” Carol said into the communicator as she walked to the edge of the dam and looked downwards. They were obviously inside the complex. ”You! Are you… one of them?!” Carol reacted to the voice and turned towards a security guard, holding up a hand in order to fire a photonic blast if need be. She lowered her hand and shook her head negatively. ”No. I am SHIELD agent Warbird. I am just here to help… where are they at?” Carol said. ”Here, this way… they are down around the generators somewhere… I think they are trying to fuck them up,” the security guard said, turning and running towards an entrance that would lead down below. Carol followed him to the door and nodded to him thankfully as he opened it for her. ”Thanks.. Now, I have more agents on their way. Can you point them to this door when they arrive? If anyone else comes out of here that you don’t know… get out of here, okay?” Warbird ordered, patting him on the shoulder. She then lifted her feet off the ground and jumped/flew down the stairs. Once at the bottom, she held a finger up to the communicator in her ear. ”Agent Warbird to command… I have made entry into the interior of the dam. I was advised by security that the problem was down here. Advise strike teams to move in on my six. I will advise as to what we are up against as soon as I know.” Her transmission was quick and to the point. She let them know where she would be and that she would let them know what kind of terrorist force they would be going up against. Warbird continued and moved quickly down the cement corridor. Once she reached the end of the corridor, it formed a “T” and went in two directions. Luckily, she saw a sign that pointed her towards the generators and she also heard gunfire. This wouldn’t be so hard, now would it? Warbird continued deeper into the inner workings of the dam, following the sounds of people dying. Occasionally, she passed dead bodies and bodies that appeared to be squished. That wasn’t a good sign. Determined and overconfident, Warbird continued in. She was undeterred by the signs that she saw. She could tell that there were multiple mutants, but she was still confident in her own abilities. Finally, Warbird grew close to the gunfire and she slowed down. ”Warbird to command…” Carol began, whispering into her mic. Only static was heard. She then looked up to the ceiling, realizing that the dam was made of very thick cement. There wasn’t a chance that her communicator would get out, this deep into the place. With a deep breath, Warbird took a step out from around the corner that she was leaning on and she suddenly wished that she hadn’t. On the far end of the long cement corridor, Juggernaut appeared to be “silencing” two guards. Warbird swallowed hard, simply intimidated by the size of the Juggernaut. He seemed to be taking up the entire corridor, for the most part. From her point of view, she could see the blood on his boots and fists. It was obvious that he didn’t need weapons against armed guards. Plus, she recognized him from file footage on her studies of Magneto’s Brotherhood. All she knew about him was that he was strong. Super strong. Gathering her courage, she smirked as she remembered something. So was she. ”Hey!” Warbird yelled down the corridor towards Juggernaut, her voice echoing through the place in the brief bit of silence. What to say? What to say? Stop in the name of the law? No... too... stupid. Something that will really get his attention. Yea. ”How about you come and try that with me, big boy?” she said, immediately wishing she had said something else. Still, Warbird began to walk quickly down the corridor towards the massive Juggernaut. |
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