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| Topic Started: Sep 28 2010, 07:18 PM (944 Views) | |
| Carol Danvers | Sep 28 2010, 07:18 PM Post #1 |
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August 6th 8:00 PM Continued from Here and Here The two helicopters that were carrying the agents touched down at the Key West Naval Air Station, which was located at the southernmost tip of the United States. Carol stepped off first and walked towards a hanger that they had landed next to. The helicopters killed their engines and slowly their deafening thrusters powered down, making it so that they did not have to scream to one another. They had left the helicarrier at 1730 and it had taken them nearly two hours to reach the Keys of Florida. It shouldn’t take the flight powered mutants much longer to reach the oil rig that was off of the coast and make their strike. An older Marine Corps officer met them just outside the hanger. He appeared to be a full bird Colonel. “Good evening team,” he said in a normal tone of voice. They had walked far enough away from the powering down helicopters so that he did not have to raise his voice. “The Hydra installation does not appear to be aware of our current troop movement and the mission is still green. I have been instructed to tell that my Marines will be the ones taking control of the oil rig after you all have cleared it. We will hold it until more SHIELD forces arrive and provide security while they are there. Please do your best to eliminate any threats and I don’t think that we will suffer many casualties today. Good luck,” the Colonel said. Carol nodded to him once in acknowledgement. ”Thank you, sir,” she stated before turning towards the small group of mutants that were going with her to the rig. ”Bedlam and Winddancer, you’ll be with me. Sofia, I understand that you can only go so fast, so I will pull the both of you along until we have visibility on the oil rig. From there, I will release you. I want you to take Bedlam and yourself the rest of the way down and come in behind me,” Carol ordered. She then took a step towards Sofia. ”If you can, I also need you to make the air a bit more breathable for yourself and Bedlam as we are in the air. I should be able to take all three of us over 1,500 miles per hour,” Carol said, and then looked towards Sunfire and Northstar. ”Both of you keep up to the best of your abilities and be ready to strike them hard when we land. Let me draw their fire and you all will take them out upon your discretion. Once we have cleared the outside levels of the oil rig, we will split into two teams and we will enter the rig with the same game plan. Take out all who resist and Bedlam, I want you to send anyone who surrenders into a nice long sleep. The marines will be on our tails and we’ll let them take the prisoners. Let’s move, team.” Warbird then moved so that she was between Jesse and Sofia and reached down to their hands, attempting to take them both. ”The facility is only a couple hundred miles due southeast. I don’t expect the flight to take more than ten minutes… don’t worry, I won’t let you go,” Carol said with a smile to the both of them. Once she had their hands, she lifted off and took them both into the sky, gently gaining speed. Once they were at a good altitude, Warbird shot forward with a burst of energy, immediately pulling seven “G’s,” and shooting towards the southeast. After a brief moment of flight, they breached the sound barrier, making all things seem quiet as they zipped a few hundred feet above the dark ocean. |
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| Sunfire(Joe) | Sep 29 2010, 06:31 AM Post #2 |
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This was what Shiro Yashida had signed up with SHIELD for. Not to arrest foolish mutated teenagers out on superpower-based joyrides, not to police America's shores for minor threats against America itself, but to do battle with evil on a global scale, to eliminate those who would cause the entire world harm. He had gotten a taste of it when he and Justice had piggy-backed with the X-Men and X-Factor against the being calling itself Onslaught, but it needed to be more. It needed, as much as he hated to admit it, to be public, to be something that could be shown to the entire world about the good mutants could do. It needed to be mutants against a threat that was neither mutant-borne nor mutant-targeted. This had nothing to do with the "mutant problem" - it was human terrorists who had human targets. It was perfect. If they pulled this off - if. When they pulled this off, they would be heroes, heroes in the eyes of the American people and perhaps the world itself. Sunfire was already a hero where it mattered to him, but he did find the concept appealing - to be recognized for heroism abroad, to be seen as a paragon of international cooperation in the interest of world peace... it was a very appealing thought indeed. "Understood, Warbird," Sunfire said with a sharp nod of his head. It was a good plan. Bedlam, Northstar, and Wind Dancer were not of the raw power caliber that Warbird and himself were on - they were finesse fighters, more suited to specific tasks than outright destruction. Sunfire blasted off after Warbird, the heat of his takeoff leaving a dark scorch mark where he had stood before. He was not as fast as either Carol or Northstar, he knew that much. He was no slouch in the speed department, though, so he managed to keep pace well enough, to keep on their tails. Besides, if he exerted enough heat to keep up with Carol, that would mean less firepower for reducing this operation to molten slag, and he simply could not have that. |
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| Northstar(Jeff) | Oct 1 2010, 12:33 AM Post #3 |
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Quiet and solitude was what Jean-Paul wanted before a mission. Luckily the only agents accompanying him on the mission was Wind Dancer, Warbird, Bedlam, and Sunfire. They were not nearly as chatty as the human agents who continually would not shut up about their “piece” or “the heat” they were packing. Standard English pleased Jean, even though he understood that humanity is moving away from it in normal conversation. However, it was not an extremely difficult request to fulfill. The agent got what he wished for and the helicopter ride over was peaceful and he was able to clear his head and focus. Most of the trip he was not staring with wide-eyes at the eastern shores of the United States, instead he was staring at his fingers which were making intricate patterns across his palms and other fingers. This was not the result of nervousness; it was the work of idle hands. The repetitive motion of his fingers was his attempt to not be complacent and loose his edge when it came time for the mission. A short briefing was all that happened prior to the mission. There was not much more information given to young Jean before boarding the helicopter. Despite his resistance, he tried to fill in the gaps of the intel he had been given. JP did not appreciate assumption and felt filthy when he did it himself. The who’s, the what’s, and the where’s, were all the subject to Jean’s imagination. And run wild it did. Despite the wild, and perhaps outlandish possibilities that were cooked up in Jean-Paul’s mind his mental state did not waver. Even in the worst circumstances that invaded Jean-Paul’s mental playing field he did not fear, become anxious, or loose any bit of himself. The Helicopter ride was not nearly as long as Jean had anticipated it would be. That must mean that they were making good timing. The young agent stood with the fellow SHIELD members that listened while Warbird talked to the officer. Even though it was the accepted form of speech, the official militaristic style of diction used among SHIELD agents rubbed Jean-Paul the wrong way. Multiple times Hodge had asked him to use this form of speech; every time he continued to refuse, eloquently with an edge sharper than any sword. It was not insubordinate, but he did not want Hodge to call him up on the weekend and ask him to go out for drinks. Warbird seemed to be the one calling all shots. She gave direction to the few other agents around on the hangar. When she spoke to Northstar, he looked at her out of the corner of his eyes. His eyes were sharp and focused, absorbing every word that left her mouth. Jean-Paul understood what he was supposed to do and replied with a sharp nod. Once Warbird was done everyone started to leave the hangar to reach the Hydra base. Jean, like others, wasted no time and started walking which fused into a supersonic run off of the hangar and flight into the air. There was a slight glow to Jean due to an improper initiation of his abilities. It was nothing that would effect him in the long run and would be fixed with more practice. Within seconds the only thing under him and in sight was the glisten of the dark blue and the Keys left behind. |
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| Sofia Mantega | Oct 3 2010, 04:42 PM Post #4 |
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She would have much rather flown herself than in this metal contraption, but Sofia was briefed and knew that they still had a long flight ahead of them once they reached the Key West Naval base, that meant that conservation of energy was important so Sofia said nothing about the flight deeming it pragmatic as she sat silently gazing out at the setting sun. It had been quite a day, this first day of hers and it seemed that tidal wave of overwhelming things that she has decided to be her life as an agent was not done throwing her around and trying to pull her under. From the moment she’d met up with the screaming banshee of a training Sergeant to the humiliating physicals, medicals, to the insane line ups where she was yelled at again to the over abundance of paperwork to fill out and books to read on standard law and SHIELD protocol there was now, a mission. She had barely even finished going over the required paperwork that was found on her new desk, that she was thrust into the thick of things, brand crisp new uniform of a SHIELD agent. Gazing at her image cast by the internal reflections of the glass window, Sofia couldn’t help but think SHIELD certainly didn’t waste any time. She was nervous, scared and anxious as hell. She was a jumble of emotions that was contained beneath the black and grey uniform and a contemplative look. The orange and gold sky was, with its soft cumulous clouds and sun that was just beginning to set was a good focus to calm her raging nerves. It wouldn’t help to be a nervous wreck; it made her powers more sporadic so she went through the meditative exercises that were taught to her when back at the school to ease her nerves. Her eyes cast briefly on the other agents, ones like Sunfire, Northstar, Bedlam and the rest and she had to admit it was daunting company to be around. Even if she didn’t really know them or what they could do, but they were all still a presence and a intimidating one at that. Just don’t drop the ball on this one Mantega. She told herself as her right knee started to bounce lightly up and down; a nervous tick of hers reminiscent of thoroughbred horses that jittered at the start of a race just anxious to the gate to open and run. Sofia hoped to God that she wouldn’t screw up though and that this would be a successful mission. God knows she needed one thing to go right today. Well scratch that, meeting Warbird and having her as the person she needed to report to was a good thing. She knew she would learn a lot from the woman and also knew that it wasn’t going to be easy training under her but Sofia wouldn’t want it any other way. She thrived on a challenge and as much as she belly ached about her nerves, there was also a sense of excitement about going out on her first mission among the company of such powerful mutants as well; mutants like Warbird. Just looking at the woman and seeing the confidence she exuded and the way the others respected and listened to her gave the young Venezuelan the archetype she was going to strive to be like. Warbird was going to be the benchmark for which she measured herself and endeavour to become. Oh she knew in the power department Sofia wasn’t on the same level but it wasn’t that she was going to attempt to match, it was the woman’s seeming competence, her ease and flow of entering a situation and taking it all in without looking like she was overwhelmed, her ability to be taken seriously among a largely male environment, her self-assuredness, the admiration and the respect from her peers, all of which Warbird seemed to have and all of which could only be gained by proving one’s self and tonight was that first step for Sofia. As the helicopters touched down at the Key West Naval Air Station, Warbird stepped out, soon followed by Sofia and the other agents. Sofia followed after the blonde agent as the woman headed towards a hanger just as the helicopters thankfully killed their engines and the deafening sound of the thrusters powered down, making it easier to hear the woman speak. An older military type man met them just outside the hanger and he looked important, walked and stood like he was. Sofia made a mental note to also learn all the various rankings cause God knows she knew absolutely nothing about the military other than army guys wore green, air force were blue and navy was white. “Good evening team,” the man greeted them and proceeded to brief them on the situation before wishing them all luck. Then Warbird took control and started to break down the mission. ”Bedlam and Winddancer, you’ll be with me. Sofia, I understand that you can only go so fast, so I will pull the both of you along until we have visibility on the oil rig. From there, I will release you. I want you to take Bedlam and yourself the rest of the way down and come in behind me,” Carol ordered. The Venezuelan girl nodded in understanding but said nothing at the moment as Warbird took a step towards her. ”If you can, I also need you to make the air a bit more breathable for yourself and Bedlam as we are in the air. I should be able to take all three of us over 1,500 miles per hour,” Warbird suggested. “Si I can manage that.” Sofia said confidently. Manipulating the air around her and another wouldn’t take much effort and very little in the terms of focus to accomplish the task so she wasn’t worried about that aspect of the mission. Then Warbird turned her attentions to Sunfire and Northstar laying out the rest of the plan then moved so that she was between Jesse and Sofia and reached down to their hands, attempting to take them both. ”The facility is only a couple hundred miles due southeast. I don’t expect the flight to take more than ten minutes… don’t worry, I won’t let you go,” Carol said with a smile to the both of them causing Sofia to chuckle a little. Humour was a good thing, it helped to release the nerves, even a small simple joke did the trick for her; Sofia was ready. Her hands settled firmly into Warbird’s offered hand and then the next thing Sofia knew, she was lifted off the ground heading for the sky, drawn up by Warbird, who was starting to gain speed. As they climbed higher and higher into the stratosphere Sofia’s smile broadened she loved flight and the beauty of the sight below from their vantage point. She looked over at Bedlam to see how he was fairing with the flight and if he noticed that it was no different in breathing up here as it was below as Sofia regulated the air to breath around them. Sofia made sure that aside from not suffering from severe wind burn once Warbird reached her high speeds, she also made it breathable for herself and Bedlam as Warbird ordered. Once they were at a good altitude, Warbird shot forward with a burst of energy, immediately pulling some considerable G’s by Sofia’s reckoning and shooting towards the southeast but regardless of the speed and air pressure she and her fellow agent would not be feeling any ill effects and breathing was no different then being on the ground. After a brief moment of flight, they breached the sound barrier, making all things around them seem serenely quiet as they zipped a few hundred feet above the dark ocean. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced the clouds and colours of the night sky whipped by like streamers of darkening colours, mixed with the shimmering view of the ocean floor below that also started to blend as they sped and in between the broad smile and twinkle of excitement in her eyes as they went faster and faster Sofia concentrated continuing to regulate the air for those that needed it but even still riding on that edge of danger at breakneck speeds created that tingling sensation that only fear could bring mixed with the euphoric rush of adrenaline. Sofia couldn’t help but laugh and smile broadly. She wanted to scream out a 'woohoo' but kept the urge in check, bad enough she was still a teenager, she didn't want them thinking she was a bat crazy teenager. She sobered up though as soon as they neared their destination and waited for Warbird’s signal of release though already Sofia was pulling at the currents of air to prepare her and Bedlam for their descent. |
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| Jesse Aaronson | Oct 4 2010, 09:34 AM Post #5 |
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Bedlam had spent the trip dozing, with an iPod running, but only one earbud actually inserted. The other was tucked into his collar, to muffle the sound so as not to disturb the others, and also because he simply disliked having it hang free. Life as a SHIELD agent meant that rest was sparse, peace was hard to come by. While the others may have spent the time worrying about the upcoming mission, Jesse simply relaxed until the exciting part started. They were greeted by a man, obviously of rank. Bedlam returned the greeting with a cordial “Evening, Colonel.” Updates were delivered and received, and the plan was laid out. Jesse took in the information, and did his best to mentally prepare himself for the remaining flight. A difficult task, for he had no previous experience with this manner of flight. Unlike every other member of this team, he had never flown under his own power, nor had he ever accompanied anyone who could. He didn’t particularly envy them either. He was not built to fly, and as such, he would much rather his feet remain firmly planted to the ground. He would not complain, though. The plan was sound, and he would not allow minor trepidation to obstruct the objective. When Warbird took his hand, he clasped it firmly, perhaps a bit more tightly than truly necessary, even—a subtle display of his nerves at work. Take off was slow, and Jesse was thankful for that. He was not prepared for the abrupt increase in speed, and although Wind Dancer kept things comfortable enough, his grip tightened further. The quiet that followed their surpassing the speed of even sound was somewhat calming, and Bedlam couldn’t help but enjoy the experience. As time passed, Bedlam relaxed and concerned himself with holding on, and trying not to imagine how much it might suck if he were to fall from their height. |
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| Carol Danvers | Oct 4 2010, 06:57 PM Post #6 |
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Carol flew only a few hundred feet above the dark waters, occasionally lifting Sofia up towards her slightly so that she could look down at the GPS on her wrist. She offered a smile to the girl, knowing that the Wind Dancer was enjoying the speeds. Warbird then looked to Bedlam and squeezed his wrist slightly, letting him know that she had a good grip on him. With a nod to them both, she then looked towards the horizon. There, as if it was an island of it’s own, was the oil rig. [align=center] [/align]It was lit up like a Christmas tree that was stuck in the middle of a dark warehouse. The single point of light was now their beacon to head towards. Slowly, Warbird decreased the speed at which they were flying until she almost came to a stop, pausing so that Northstar and Sunfire could catch up if they needed to. ”Wind Dancer, take yourself and Bedlam the rest of the way down. Wait until you see that we have drawn their attention, and then I want you both to find the control room that should show us a way down into the base. Be careful and call me on the radio if you need me, Sofia. Bedlam, take care of her. Northstar, Sunfire, let‘s clear that platform.” Giving them both a nod, Warbird released them both, trusting that Sofia would catch Bedlam. She then turned towards the oil rig and shot away like a bullet, her entire body lighting up with an intense yellow energy. Fists out in front, Warbird swooped over the oil rig once, causing the alarm to be set off by the Hydra soldiers that were there. She then came back in for another pass, but this time, she hit the brakes and swooped up into the air, only to come down in the middle of three soldiers with her fist. The ground shook as she struck it, causing the three soldiers to fly back from the shock wave. Spot lights came on at all four corners of the oil right, looking into the night sky for any other invaders. On the oil rig’s surface, around fifty Hydra soldiers scrambled to their battle stations, taking aim at the sky and towards those who were landing. The peaceful scene quickly turned into what sounded like a war zone, with the sound of small arms fire lighting up the night. As she hoped, Warbird drew a lot of attention by landing slap-dab in the middle of the rig. Soldiers ran towards her, opening up with their assault rifles. She raised her arms up to shield her face, taking the bullets for a moment, before she left her feet and shot along the ground, plowing into two of the men who were shooting at her. Hitting them with superhuman force, the two men were eliminated instantly. Carol then threw one of their bodies at another soldier, taking him out as well. Before she could turn around, a soldier struck her in the back of the head with the butt of his rifle, causing her to turn quickly towards him. Warbird punched him one time in the face, breaking the fragile bones that were within and dropping him to the ground like a sack of potatoes. ”I’m in,” Warbird reported into her earpiece. ”Remember to take any who surrender, folks.” She said as a reminder, as the last soldier in the area where she landed dropped his weapon since he had witnessed Carol kill a man with a punch. ”Get down and put your hands behind your back,” Carol ordered, taking a zip-tie from her belt. Once she had the man hog tied on the ground, she took to the air, to look for any other pockets of resistance. But hey, knowing the people she was working with… this wouldn’t take long. Hopefully the base below wouldn’t hold too many surprises. |
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| Sunfire(Joe) | Oct 4 2010, 07:51 PM Post #7 |
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Sunfire surveyed the looming, gigantic platform as it shone in the distance ahead, lit up as if it were its own city - lights twinkling, sparkling - from a distance, it may have even been beautiful in its own right. Especially if one did not know the dark and sinister purpose it served. Sunfire, actually, did not know what specific dark and sinister purpose it served, but knew enough of the organization behind it to know that whatever was going on within that oil platform did not match the brightly lit exterior at all. "Of course," he answered to Warbird when the call came to rain destruction down on the garish monstrosity. Warbird's attack drove them out, like ants pouring out of anthill that had been disturbed by a little boy with a stick. But these were no ants, and this SHIELD-sponsored strike force was no child. This was deadly serious. If it were entirely up to him, Sunfire would just find the oil line this rig operated on, ignite it and be done with all of them, but SHIELD wanted live prisoners, and with his method, there would be scant few, so that was taken off the table. He zoomed past the rig, flinging high-temperature fireballs at the masses of Hydra soldiers, more in an attempt to herd them in particular directions to allow for easy takedowns by Warbird or Northstar. That was what teamwork was about, after all. Combining efforts and capabilities to maximize results. All around him, explosions rang out in the air, knocking him off-course. He quickly reoriented himself, preventing a nasty tumble into the waters far below him that could have proven disastrous. <Anti-aircraft ballistics,>* he thought as a grimace came to his face. There, on the edge of the platform was a large, manned turret that had apparently come out of a concealed position beneath the surface of the water, taking potshots at them. Simply put, this action could not stand. It took one well-aimed blast of heat, highly focused and narrow, right down the turret's shaft, for its explosive payload to go off before it left the chamber, obliterating the weapon and sending its operator careening into the water. He would likely not survive, but Sunfire wasn't concerned about that. The man was evil, and got what evil deserves. [* = translated from Japanese] |
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| Northstar(Jeff) | Oct 5 2010, 01:44 AM Post #8 |
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Northstar was following closely to Warbird who was carrying Wind Dancer and Bedlam. He looked into the distance as the approaching Mecca of modern industry came closer and closer. There was no secrecy in the engineering of the rig. Lights every five feet created a light brighter than most towns in contemporary America. Jean-Paul scanned the horizon for anything out of the ordinary but currently he was too far to focus in on any true threats. The blonde agent stopped catching JP off guard. He sped fast, but compensated with a dime stop not far ahead of her. Looking back emotionless, the young agent watched as Warbird let the two agents she was holding go. There was no reaction as if to save the non-flying mutant, he wasn’t necessarily confident in the even younger Agent but after release only one of two things could happen. One obviously more beneficial to SHIELD than the other. Hovering in the air, Northstar listened to Warbird give instructions to him and Sunfire. They were to be the force behind the punch; to rid any superficial threats before entering the oil rig. In the short time that Jean had worked with SHIELD, he had been on many missions. Only one other required him to neutralize enemy targets. Though not an exact moral opposite, murder for the sake of saving thousands was well worth it. HYDRA, from what Jean-Paul had heard, is a less efficient version of the Brotherhood. Without species ties, and in early works, HYDRA could one day become just as deadly. Death during early stages would prevent large scale problems. World wide conflicts. Jean-Paul was the last to engage the base. He could already hear alarms and gunfire, and according to Jean he was already behind. Closing his eyes and letting out a small sigh, Jean almost silently muttered to himself, “pardonnez-moi…” JP was not religious and was unsure who he was asking forgiveness from. It was no higher power or deity; instead it may have been his fellow man. Although this mission required acts that were absent from the law’s judgment, he was bound by the scrutiny of his thoughts. The insignificant saying was something that cleared his mind and prepared him for what was to come. Knowing that he was not performing at the level his fellow agents were, he was moving faster than he would have in another instance. He reached his first strike area in les than a second, still hiding in the obviously cast shadow of Warbird. JP was perched atop the highest point on the oil rig. The tower was lined with levels of flooring for what Jean assumed was for lookout. Jean-Paul jumped down between two back to back soldiers; he gripped their tight uniforms and left the platform faster than he had arrived. He had no regard for their personal health, right now he was only concerned with reaching his own limits. Jean had not looked back but if the two HYDRA henchmen had still been holding their weapons, the G’s were too strong for them to properly aim or even lift towards Northstar. The SHIELD agent had almost left the troposphere before letting go of the two men. Ten miles above the earth’s waters would accelerate two bodies enough that the force of impact would instantly kill. Within seconds Jean had returned to the tower one level lower than the original, there were three HYDRA members on this level and Northstar dispatched of them with a combative series of punches and kicks. The level below, only one target loosely held a gun towards Jean-Paul. The HYDRA member was rattled by the entire experience; he was barely holding onto the gun and was improperly aiming at Jean. For a strange reason Northstar had images of former terrorist phase flash in his head. Quickly as the terrorist raised the gun Jean-Paul yelled, “surrender.” His voice was cold and sure but the young man standing across from him tried to speak but was too frightened. The terrorist pulled the trigger and before he could react Jean-Paul delivered a swift kick to the side of the head. He was able to accelerate his leg to the speed of a sports car directed at his temple. Below the tower there were many more members scurrying around. Most of them surrendered and were cuffed to surrounding rails, their weapons dropped into the water. Looking around he saw no more HYDRA members so he asked into his earpiece, “below now?” There was no evidence of fatigue or worry in his voice; he spoke as if the mission had not started yet. |
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| Sofia Mantega | Oct 9 2010, 01:12 PM Post #9 |
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They were only a few hundred feet above the water as they streaked across the sky. Sofia couldn’t help but smile. She’d never flown this fast before and she couldn’t deny its appeal as her lips creased into an appreciative smile. Every now and again she was lifted slightly when as Warbird checked the GPS and offered her a knowing smile. The Venezuelan girl returned it in kind and then followed the older woman’s glance as she looked first to Bedlam and then to something in the distance. At first a smile speck of yellow it grew to a glowing orb and as distance closed even more the object began to take form. And there within the closing distance sparkling brilliantly against the inky waters and indigo sky, was the oil rig. The bright coronas of twinkling lights reminded Sofia of those grand cruise ships shining brightly against the canvas of a calm and cool night sky, except it wasn’t a cruise ship and this was hardly a vacation they were on, it was a full fledged mission; Sofia’s first as a SHIELD agent. It was this very thing that made SHIELD so appealing to her, they were trying to make a difference in the world in an effort to make it safe for the rest. Sofia felt Warbird slow down until they almost came to a stop pausing as Northstar and Sunfire caught up then the blonde agent spoke laying out their plan of action. ”Wind Dancer, take yourself and Bedlam the rest of the way down. Wait until you see that we have drawn their attention, and then I want you both to find the control room that should show us a way down into the base. Be careful and call me on the radio if you need me, Sofia.” “Si.” Sofia nodded gathering up the winds around them preparing to take her and Bedlam down. Then came the rest of Warbird’s orders directed to Bedlam. “ Bedlam, take care of her. Northstar, Sunfire, let‘s clear that platform.” Sofia felt the light tingle of heat rise from her neck to ears and it was a good thing it was night time and the slight flush that dusted her face could be missed easily. She knew it was only out of concern that Warbird offered her final orders to Bedlam, but Sofia couldn’t help but feel even more like the little kid amongst the ‘grownups’ tagging along. She didn’t even look Bedlam’s way just in case he would look less than thrilled to be saddled with the ‘kid’, and maybe he wouldn’t make an unhappy face, maybe he would just be okay with whatever but still Sofia didn’t want to chance it so just kept her eyes on the rig and concentrated on bringing the air to them. She knew Warbird had the best intentions at heart and Sofia knew that if reversed she would have done and said the same thing. It still didn’t help the awkward feeling. Thankfully it didn’t last that long (those things rarely did with Sofia) as Warbird gave them both a nod and released Sofia and Bedlam. The winds instantly picked up where Warbird left off and Bedlam was caught in a jet stream of air alongside the Venezuelan. Warm air wrapped around the young man as he was pulled, drafting on the slipstream Sofia had created heading down towards the rig. Sofia didn’t need to hold on to his hand and instead used her control of the wind to keep him steady and in pace with her. She watched then as Warbird shot out like a bullet lighting up in an intense yellow glow as the blonde agent bee lined for the platform causing the alarm to be set off; the attention of HYDRA was being drawn. “I guess that’s our queue no?” she said as she flew them down toward the rig. She didn’t expect him to reply, in fact the way she phrased it sounded rhetorical and an answer wasn’t necessary. The sounds of men and guns fire rung through the night air, just as another streak showed Sunfire flinging high-temperature fireballs at the HYDRA soldiers herding them to a predetermines path. Explosions started ringing out in the air causing the Venezuelan girl to gasp slightly in surprise at the anti-aircraft guns fired their shots. Furrowing her brow, her eyes narrowed as she took evasive action. Dodging explosions in the air reminded her of Danger Room exercises in her Advanced Flight Class, not that they dodged explosive fire in class but the exercises were quite similar so she used the fundamentals taught to her at the school to evade the ballistic fire now. It’s just like flight class. She told herself internally to help her relax and push down the fear that was threatening to swallow her whole. This is no thing...I can do this. She tried to reassure herself as she dodged skillfully and artfully around the explosions keeping Bedlam tight and closer to her as she manoeuvred them both around. She might look like she was too young to be a SHIELD field agent but she had enough creativity and control in her ability to answer the skeptics as to why she would be allowed in the first place. Then just as quickly the artillery barrage from the anti-aircraft gun stopped its bombardment as a glow of fire and plumb of explosion signalled Sunfire’s handy work but Sofia didn’t fly around idle to take in the sight, she kept pressing on through taking her and Bedlam low and around the other side while the others drew HYDRA’s attention. She landed them deftly on another platform opposite the others. They were met with a few HYDRA soldiers that were actually heading away from their approach as the sentries were called in to help their comrades on the other side fight off some kind of attack, only the trailing man had spotted movement and turned just in time to see Sofia and Bedlam land on the platform. The sentry then attempted to flag his comrades ahead of them. “There’s more of them here...alert the oth-“ and that was as far as he got as a concussive force of wind slammed the man and those closest to him hard against the wall knocking the breath out of them. Guns clattered to the ground and were pushed away by another forceful blast from the aerokinetic, sending the weapons overboard. Winded and a little dazed from the force they were thrown, the men slumped to the ground making it fairly easy to restrain them. But by the time she had gotten to the third, that sentry had recovered enough from the initial jolt to have hatched a plan of his own. As Sofia moved to cuff the man, the sentry launched himself at the Venezuelan girl and soon Sofia found herself in some kind of a hold and choking the air from her. STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! She cursed at herself internally for being so naive as to let her guard down. She had grown complacent with the success and ease of the other two neutralized sentries, she missed the signs that the third was coming too and now she found herself in some kind of choke hold. Her mutation flared reflexively out of some bout of self preservation as she struggled for breath. Breathe...can’t breathe...need air...breathe...need...breathe... She was frantic, panicked as the man’s strength was far superior to hers and in truth her hand to hand combat skills were never exceptional even back at the school, it was perhaps the thing she needed to work on most as she relied heavily on her mutation to get her out of any fix...just like now. Subconsciously her mutation triggered on survival mode reached out and latched onto the sentry that had her in a hold, pulling the air out of the man’s lungs making it at first just difficult to breathe and then finally impossible. Suddenly the man’s death grip slackened then he staggered back and clawed at his own neck as he struggled for breath then fell to his knees. Her intake of breath was a painful gasp as lungs expanded to once again fill with oxygen and the young SHIELD agent staggered forwards in a not so graceful movement turning back when she heard the choked gasps and the thud as knees collided with floor; the sentry was down and gasping. Sofia looked back at her assailant the natural fears and anger that flared from nearly having her life taken was there and so the young aerokinetic had not yet released her hold on the air around the man so still continued to pull it to her and away from the man who had tried to kill her...KILL HER! Indignant rage flared momentarily as she looked at the man, indignant, angry and then suddenly; remorse. The bulging terror filled watery eyed look the man gave Sofia was a sobering reality of the darkness she could be capable of. In the same time that she was thankful for her mutation that got her out of tight fixes, she at this moment was also repulsed at the barren truth that when push came to shove her mutation had the ability to take life in one of the more painful ways at that; asphyxiation was never a good way to die but really is anyway a good way? The sobering reality of that horror filled gaze was enough to smother the anger, control the rage and with it her mutation. Air returned to the man’s lungs, a gentle breeze flowed through them as Sofia stood to her full height as the sentry fell back in a mixture of fear and relief as he swallowed in more air he didn’t seem too concerned now over taking her down or ‘saving’ the rig; he could breathe again, he wasn’t going to die and so it seemed the man was reeling from that knowledge at the moment. Sofia took that opportunity to subdue the man and cuff him like the other two, then standing back to her full height she gazed down at the sentries steeling her gaze and them and trying as best she could to channel a ‘Warbird’ like demeanour as she faced off with them. “It is in your best interests to cooperate.” she said as she spoke with cold authority, her voice lilting with the slightest hint of a Spanish accent that perhaps on any other given day would have sounded sweet but to the men that just witnessed a small iota of her mutation’s capabilities the young SHIELD agent didn’t look so sweet to them. “Now, the control room...where is it?” she maintained her pitch and timber to an even tone, slow definitive and in control. They’d never guess that beneath she was just about as scared and insecure that her gambit wouldn’t work. And what if it didn’t? Sofia thought to herself, what then? But she was used to pretending, hiding her true emotions behind superficial facades this was no different, she just exchanged the mask from bubbly happy girl, to angry bent bitch; or at least she tried. True to her fears none of them talked, mouths clamped tight and limps thinned and pressed in determined silence. None of them offered to divulge the answer she wanted. What now? She asked herself again as insecurities again crept in. but never once let her mask fall. Well at least they didn’t breakdown and laugh at the teen aged girl ordering them around at least they...hey, they’re not laughing, or making smartass remarks, they are just silent. The realization brought a sliver of hope to the Venezuelan girl. Maybe they weren’t talking because they were afraid. Going out on a limb with her hunch the aerokinetic hardened her look as eyes narrowed and lips pressing into a determined frown as she took one step forward towards the man she had almost suffocated. The air picked up around them and causing the wind to flow her way, her hair flaring on the drafts of air as the wind swirled around her lightly but that was enough of a taunt to loosen the lips of that particular sentry. As the movement of air towards the girl was enough to elicit a memory and emotions perhaps still too fresh to forget that merely a change in the winds direction was enough to bring that terror back into his mind that she was about to take the air away from him again. “Down those stairs...” the man started to speak and spill out the directions to the control room. “Gracias.” The Venezuelan said breaking out in a sudden smile and patting the man’s cheek in an almost playfully appreciative manner as she was no longer trying to channel Warbird, the girl’s true personality showed now. Looking back over to her partner she said. “The control room is this way.” She said and started down the stairs. There were a few more sentries but not that many as most had been called to take out Warbird, Sunfire and Northstar. Sofia used a concussive burst of air to once again take down a few of the remaining men flinging them hard and fast against the wall, the rest she was sure Bedlam would take care of. Pulling what looked like an access card from the pocket of the last sentry she took down she flashed it to her partner as if to say ‘I got it’ then moved to one side of the door by the key swipe, back pressed against the wall as she waited to get the ready signal from Bedlam for the two of them to storm the Control Room. “Warbird we are in position.” Sofia said into her commlink but using her ability to dampen the sound around her and prevent it from carrying any further than a whisper. |
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| Jesse Aaronson | Oct 10 2010, 03:58 AM Post #10 |
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Warbird's last instructions brought a bit of a smile to Bedlam's lips, and once Carol left them, he fought against his upset stomach to speak to his new partner in crime. "Hear that, Dancer? I'm to look after you." He wasn't entirely sure why those instructions were necessary. Sofia had undergone just as much training as he had, both at the Institute and in SHIELD. He was sure that she was skilled enough to handle herself, but he'd been given orders. Besides, he couldn't honestly say that he was entirely opposed to looking out for her. There could be worse things to watch, surely. "Maybe when we get back, you can reward my attention with a couple drinks." If Sofia chose to ignore or refuse his invitation, Bedlam wouldn't dwell on it. As they descended, Jesse pulled his shades from a pocket—stored there so they wouldn’t get lost en route—and with a twist of the wrist, replaced them. Yes, it was night time, but his shades were awesome and despite their reflective exterior, they were designed so that he could still see fairly well. Considering his powers, Bedlam functioned just fine. Jesse saw the approaching projectile, but so had Sofia; his mouth snapped shut as she took evasive action, making complicated maneuvers and leaving his gut several steps behind. He forced his body to relax into the winds around him, so as to make maneuvering easier for his guide. He had nothing to do but trust her to get them both to something they could stand on. When they touched down, Bedlam took only a few moments to collect himself, but Sofia was already at work, taking out the few remaining terrorists. He smiled, and prepared to say something that he, at least, would find amusing. It was only at the last moment that he realized that the last one was still conscious. The other soldiers’ auras had dimmed once Sofia knocked them out, but the last one was still too focused to be unconscious. “Watch… He’s still—“ He was cut off by gunfire to his right, and missed bullets zipping past him. Turning, he could clearly see a few more soldiers who’d apparently received the message. Like a flame, vibrant pink energy erupted around Bedlam as he moved towards them. They were hidden, probably assuming that things would end badly for them should he and Wind Dancer find them. Little did they know that their crates wouldn’t hide them from Bedlam. Extending his bio-electric field, Jesse took the easiest and most efficient course of action, quickly targeting them all and forcing them into a deep sleep. Once they were neutralized, Bedlam turned back to Sofia, only to see her standing before an apparently suffocating soldier. Obviously, she’d handled him just fine. Turning away again, Bedlam quickly went around and affixed hand cuffs to the HYDRA soldiers he’d neutralized. By the time he was done, Sofia had apparently managed to procure the answers they required, so he returned to her. With a gesture of his arm, he stepped aside and allowed her to lead the way. They wasted no time closing in on the control room, and any soldiers who remained after Sofia disposed of them, Jesse picked out and finished off, causing their slowly rising bodies to fall limp. Pressing himself to the wall on the opposite side of the door, Bedlam nodded at Wind Dancer. They’d run in, and neutralize any soldiers inside. It’d be quick and efficient; just the way Bedlam liked his taking of control rooms. "Ready when you are." |
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| Carol Danvers | Oct 10 2010, 08:06 PM Post #11 |
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While Wind Dancer and Bedlam encountered a minimal resistance force, the other three of the team was taking the most of the invasion. There were more on the main deck that Warbird had thought there would be, and considering that Sunfire was herding them in her direction, there was a shit load of small arms fire coming her way. Carol took cover behind a large metal pipe, taking a break from being a bullet magnet, and the pinging sounds of bullets bouncing off of the metal pipe was all that she could hear. She took a breath and looked around at her surroundings, before looking up to the sky, spotting the massive crane that was used to bring supplies onto and off of the oil rig by supply ships. Acting quickly, Warbird took to the sky, the small arms fire following her movement upwards. With bullets bouncing all around her and off of her, Warbird flew to the base of the crane. She punched the steel supports, bending them in the desired direction, and then flew up to the mid-way point of the crane, putting her shoulder into the metal. Using her power of flight, she pushed with all of her might, bending the crane towards the oil rig’s platform. It did not take much until the massive crane bent backwards, causing the sound of metal bending and breaking. Steel ropes snapped as the crane fell down, directly onto a mass of Hydra soldiers that had been shooting at her. With a loud crash that caused the oil rig to quake, the night was suddenly silent as dust filled the air. Warbird came back down to the ground to look for survivors, but the impact made the entire floor to collapse around them, causing the soldiers to fall down to lower levels or even all the way to the ocean that was nearly a hundred feet below. The collapse or the impact with the water would have finished them off, even if they had lived through the crane falling onto their heads. She looked around the decks for any other resistance, but if there were any, they had retreated down below. She made her way back to where she had zip tied the Hydra soldier, grabbing him with one hand by the shoulder and picking him all the way up to his feet. He grimaced at Carol’s harsh grip, glancing over at her. She was now covered in the dust that was kicked up from the crane’s collapse and she did not look as if she was here to mess around. ”What is down below?” she asked. “I… can’t…” he said. ”You will. You have no choice,” Warbird stated. “They will kill me if I tell you.” ”Not what I want to hear,” Carol said, still holing the man by the shoulder. With only her thumb, she pushed in on the man’s collar bone, snapping it like a twig. ”You’re neck is next.” The man cried out and would have fallen to his knees if Carol’s death grip was not holding him up. His body shook in pain and perhaps fear of dying. But finally, he nodded. “It’s a lab… they have made one neutron bomb… and I think they are close to finishing another.” Warbird released him and he fell to the ground. She walked to the railing, looking down into the dark waters below. The submarine would have been their method of delivery. They could strike anywhere in the USA with no warning. The neutron bomb is meant to send out massive waves of radiation. While there is an explosion, there is not as much material loss, but a massive increase of casualties thanks to the neutron radiation that it emits. After looking to the waters for a moment, she glanced back at the Hydra agent as she spoke into her radio. ”Command, this is Warbird. Check right now to make sure that submarine is still docked at this station. I want an air strike on that target immediately,” Warbird ordered, knowing that someone below could be loading up into the submarine as they speak in the attempt to make an escape. ”Ten-four, Warbird. Two Raptors are en route. ETA thirty seconds,” the voice came back over the radio. ”Team, brace for impact. Wind Dancer and Bedlam, after the impact we will be moving to your position to proceed below,” Warbird said to the team, just as the distant roar of jet aircraft engines could be heard in the distance. ”Contact Warbird, this is Raptor one. Dropping payload onto given coordinates, firing for effect. Good luck down there,” the pilot’s voice came over into Warbird’s ear piece. Carol took several steps back away from the railing as two F-22 Raptors came peeling down out of the night sky. Several small booms were heard as anti-submarine missiles were deployed from the jets. The jets then flew only a few hundred feet over their heads, making the noise of their thrusters the only sound that anyone could hear. As quickly as they came, the two Raptors were gone. ”Payload away,” the pilot said, causing Warbird to think there was a delay in the system. Several more small explosions were heard somewhere in the waters below them. ”Well, that wasn’t so ba-…” Warbird started, and suddenly the waters on the side of the oil rig that she was standing on exploded into the sky, the concussion of the exploding submarine finally finding their way to the surface of the water . A giant white fountain of water exploded thousands of feet into the sky, shaking the oil rig far worse than anything that Warbird had done previously. Warbird was thrown back onto her back from the concussion and then a tremendous amount of water came crashing down onto her and the entire side of the oil rig that she was standing on. She grabbed a hold of something metal, she was not sure what, and held on tightly as the water seemed to suck everything back down into the ocean as it roll off the top of the rig. As the water still fell like rain, Warbird slowly got to her feet. She reached up and moved the wet blond hair out of her eyes and then reached up to her ear piece. It crackled with static as she attempted to reach her team again. ”War… on the… up to… Dancer’s… position…” she said, the transmission broken up thanks to the water, indicating that she would be moving to Bedlam and Wind Dancer’s position and unaware that she barely got through. Next time… maybe she wouldn’t stand right next to a massive underwater explosion. |
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| Eden Fesi | Oct 10 2010, 10:49 PM Post #12 |
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Eden wasn't at the mission briefing for the strike against the oil rig, the reason being he was helping four different strike teams stage a simultaneous assault on a terror cell that had four, count em', four major locations throughout the country. It was commands reckoning that taking out the collective heads would cause the body to die, and he had a feeling they were right. Despite his primary usage a field teleporter, Eden was a highly trained combatant, and he was in the thick of things with his comrades when he was needed. After a long and hard op, it was declared a mission success, and Eden was given clearance to leave, while the others stayed behind for clean-up duty. Before he left though, he got an encrypted message from mission command that he was needed for another mission already in progress off the coast of Key West. He might've been the new guy, but they were working him to make up for lost time it seemed. Warbird, Sunfire, Bedlam, Wind Dancer, and Northstar were the spec ops strike team, and while most of them could fly, command would sleep better at night knowing they had a rapid transit option should they need it. Before he left, he did a quick weapons check; he still had plenty of arrows for his bow, his spear was in good condition, and his blade...while bloodied, was no worse for wear. "Command, this is Eden; I've recieved the coordinates, and I'm jumping in 3, 2, 1." At the end of his countdown, his beacon disappeared from the grid as he slipped from this dimension and into his own. It was broadcasting again in the next few moments as his portal opened and he fell about 10 feet to the platform of the oil rig. He landed in a crouch and as he stood, a loud groaning noise drew his attention to the opposite platform. Turns out a crane was about to drop on all those unlucky souls beneath it, and then...BOOM!!!! The impact was so much Eden was actually bounced into the air for a split second as dust filled the air; he didn't have time to be awestruck though, he was supposed to be helping Bedlam and Wind Dancer. As he followed their beacons, he was stopped when twin Raptors dropped their payloads into the water near the platform; moments later several explosions signified they'd blown up something pretty big under the waters surface, and now there was a large downpour of the wet stuff. He jogged towards his teammates and found a three man team trying to sneak downstairs and towards the control room with them. Apparently they were a bit more tactical than their teammates, which is why they weren't subdued or dead. He smiled as he snuck up behind them, his long blade drawn and ready for his imminent attack. Just his luck though that one of the jittery ones happened to turn his head just far enough to see Eden in his peripherals; and like any jittery soldier, his trigger finger was rather itchy. He didn't have time to make a portal, so Eden did a personal teleport and ended up on the ceiling. Unlike his portals, his personal ports didn't have any flashiness, he just seemed to dissipate from one spot and reappear in another. He used this as an added element of surprise, then pushed off of the ceiling and landed on the guy closest to him. The impact knocked him out, and as his teammates were turning around, Eden sliced the next guy in the arm, causing him to drop his gun and tend to the large bleeding gash that would one day make an awesome scar that came with a story he could tell his grand kids one day. With a quick flip of his blade, the blunt, heavy side was smashed against his cranium, dropping him to the deck. The final guy seemed to be the most competent, and now he had a clear firing sight, and was only a few feet from Eden. Before he could pull the trigger, Eden teleported agin, about an inch to the left; however, that split second he was gone caused the guy to panic ad turn around, thinking Eden would pop up behind him. Imagine his surprise when he turned around and fist to the gut, followed by a knee to the chin, and then blackness. Eden wasted no time in cuffing these guys, then he made his way downstairs while patching into Bedlam and Sofia's comm's to let them know who he was and that he was on his way to assist them. When he finally did make it down the stairs, they were about to breach and clear the Control Room; he was glad he'd made it before they did, as he'd hate to miss out on the fun. "Hey, I'm your backup....let's do this thing eh?" He couldn't hide his excitement as he drew his bow and notched several arrows; he was so pumped right now that he felt like he could take on the whole world, but he still kept a sense of professionalism that the higher ups stressed so much....he was ready. |
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| Sunfire(Joe) | Oct 11 2010, 04:07 AM Post #13 |
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"<How many of these fiends can one place hold?>" Sunfire muttered in frustration as wave after wave of Hydra operatives swarmed from the inside of the oil platform. The longer this went on, the more complex their defense tactics became, the more deadly. He fought hard alongside his teammates, causing at some points the air itself to explode amongst a cluster of them, blasting others with streams of flame, flying past others still at a temperature so hot as to melt the lenses on their masks, blinding them and leaving them open to the attacks of his teammates. And then, with a mighty crash, Warbird brought the resistance to a swift conclusion. Hydra had either run out of men to man the outdoors, or they were shoring up their defenses inside. He touched down on the platform as Danvers interrogated her prisoner. Feigning inidifference, he nevertheless listened. She was brutal. Merciless. Good. There was no room for mercy against the wicked. A bomb. It always came down to a bomb. "It would seem then, that time is of the essence. The sooner we get inside and disable their operation, the better." He watched as the jets streaked overhead, recoiled slightly at the force of the detonation of their payload. It was quite fierce. And Danvers seemed to be in the midst of it. In that one moment, he was on the move. He flew towards her, or at least towards where he presumed she was, a sphere of heat surrounding him, not entirely unlike an umbrella. He was not certain she was in need of rescue, and it was most likely that she wasn't, but that was not something one left to chance. He landed next to her, extending his heat sphere so that she too was shielded from the water. "I trust you are unharmed, Warbird?" he asked, focusing just enough heat on her so that she would dry quicker. It would not do to have the leader of this strike force looking half-drowned. "Our transit has arrived. It may be best if the four of us enter as a unit. So lead the way. Northstar and myself will follow." He had, of course, no problem speaking for Northstar. He was certain he was right, after all. That was all that mattered. |
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| Northstar(Jeff) | Oct 11 2010, 10:13 PM Post #14 |
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Though the team had mowed down a fairly sizeable amount of HYDRA members, they kept coming; flowing from each and ever exit from lower levels and entrances they scurried about replacing each of their fallen members. Northstar continued to quickly maneuver his way through the horde of terrorists, handling each one as efficiently and quickly as the last. They literally had no clue what hit them, Jean-Paul was fast… very fast. His mind was clear of anything but the present when he was moving, the past was what was behind him and the future was nothing he could predict so why try. Each fraction of a second registered in his mind and decisions were made in the next fraction of a second. His mind worked the same as every human on the face of the earth, and while many thought he was a step ahead of them, Jean-Paul simply took a much quicker step. On his area of the platform he thought that he just might be seeing a clearing of the seemingly never ending supply of HYDRA-ites. A light at the end of the tunnel, a stillness after a storm, that moment was all he needed to do away with the tightly-gripped-gun-wielding- henchmen. He looked around starting to feel a tinge of fatigue; this would grow if the battle drew on much longer. Jean was not worried though, he would run until he collapsed and if that happened he would revel in the fact that he was untouchable. Even if it was for a shorter life than most, untouchable he was. Coming to his senses, JP laughed to himself at the madness of his thoughts. He was far from his limits and he would watch gleefully as HYDRA fell to their knees. Jean-Paul’s thoughts were interrupted by a god-like shaking of the entire platform. Warbird had made a supply crane fall on top of a number of HYDRA members. It wasn’t long until several military aircrafts flew past the oil rig dropping a shipment of what he assumed was explosives. Something was going on beneath the rig and the agents who were looking for the control room would drown if it went down. Once the payloads detonated the crane impact seemed minuscule in comparison. The brunt of the force was on Warbird’s side of the platform and when the water finally reached Northstar it was a fine mist. A disjointed combination of words came from Warbird’s communication device; Jean-Paul wondered if she had been hurt or the device had been damaged by the large amount of water on that side of the platform. He looked over to see Sunfire with Warbird, the strike leader not standing. Within a fraction of a second Jean was standing by the two listening closely for any instructions. "Our transit has arrived. It may be best if the four of us enter as a unit. So lead the way. Northstar and myself will follow." Without thinking Northstar voiced his opinion, “no.” His voice was firm and cold to sunfire, “No insubordination intended, but things would move much more quickly if I ran a quick sweep of the lower levels. We do not know how many HYDRA members are beneath and where to go once we do go below.” His words came out much more quickly than he planned but they never once lost their conciseness. “Not to mention there will not be as much room for evasion in the halls below. I will be back.” His voice as sure as if he had been running to the grocery store and back. Without a seconds notice he was a level below the surface platform. Moving through the labyrinth more quickly than he had ran since the mission started. He blew past HYDRA members not attempting to disengage them; to them he was an abnormal gust of wind. Few were alert and clear thinking enough to visualize him amidst all of the chaos. There were more levels than he thought but he was not as concerned as keeping track of where the highest concentration of terrorists were. At one point he sped past the group of SHIELD agents who had reached the control room recognizing both Wind Dancer and Bedlam but not the other person moving along with them. Jean-Paul reached what he believed was the bottom and returned to the surface through the path of least resistance. Only a few seconds had elapsed in exchange for minutes that could be lost trying to find their way through the maze of tunnels. Looking to both Warbird and Sunfire he sternly reported what he found, “The highest concentration of HYDRA members are opposite the control room. I assume Wind Dancer and Bedlam had handled most in their vicinity. The control room is due east and down several levels. The members are on the west side of the lower levels. Shall we?” Jean-Paul held out his hand and moved behind Sunfire ready to now follow Warbird. He would be damned to follow a blind person running into a hive of terrorists. |
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| Sofia Mantega | Oct 16 2010, 04:48 AM Post #15 |
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Through the din of air flow as the wind rushed by them she heard her teammate call out to her. "Hear that, Dancer? I'm to look after you." The Venezuelan girl smiled over at her teammate as it almost seemed like he was teasing causing the her to chuckle a little at his comment. “Si I heard, lo siento for you.” She replied chuckling lightly. Being asked to play babysitter could not be the most appealing job, but then again Bedlam seemed to just take it in stride making Sofia feel just that much more at ease. It was one of the things she noticed since this morning as she was put through the registration process, no one joked about anything and everyone walked around with either a permanent scowl or a better than thou attitude and a massive stick up their asses. Okay well maybe not everyone, there were exceptions but no one remotely close to seeming easy going, which was the Venezuelan’s nature and she had often wondered if any in SHIELD even knew how to have fun, or if the job just sapped the life and personality out of most of them; Warbird and select few excluded. So Bedlam’s comment whether intentional or not brought things to a lighter note. It was refreshing for Sofia to see someone that didn’t seem to have a proverbial stick up his ass and didn’t take himself too seriously making her feel just that much more comfortable, or at least sufficient enough for her to try joking around with him. “But don’t worry. I promise to try and keep it interesting for you.” She cast him a playful smirk and a wink before she started to make their descent to the oil rig. "Maybe when we get back, you can reward my attention with a couple drinks." He had said his voice travelling through the rushing winds causing the Venezuelan girl to smile even more. “Si, if you live through your first assignment of being my babysitter, it would be the least I could do no?” she asked the lilt of her Spanish accent lining her words as she teased him and true to form they hit the thick of things fairly quickly, from anti-aircraft shelling and dodging suppression fire to fighting their way through HYDRA to get to the control room. Ah the life of a SHIELD agent... They made a pretty good team though, Sofia thought to herself for never really having trained or met the young man before now they seemed to get the job done and managed not to get in each other’s way, if she didn’t know any better she’d say that things transitioned smoothly between them. There wasn’t that awkward power play between them that sometimes occurred with teammates first meeting each other and thrown in to work together. There was an ebb and flow in the way they worked, neither really vying for any alpha role. He didn’t once make her feel like a kid or babied her by over protective actions, he just let her be and she appreciated it. In return she tried not to get in his way, or run off trying to prove she was little Miss. Independent. She respected his position never tried to undermine or overstep by circumventing his actions. He did his thing and she just tried to play the supporting role of taking down what she needed to and helping them reach their goal; the control room. When she had gotten the information and directions to the control room, Bedlam merely gestured with his arm and stepped aside allowing her to lead the way, even more proof that egos were checked at the door and even though he was clearly the more experienced agent, he was probably also a more powerful mutant, he still gave over the proverbial reins and allowed her to lead the way where others would have made her take a back seat after getting the information, he seemed to show a bit of trust in her ability and that not only bolstered Sofia’s mood but it gave her a greater measure of respect for Bedlam. “Gracias.” She smiled and nodded as he gestured for her to take point and lead them down to the control room. The two had wasted no time engaging the few skeleton sentries left behind to guard the corridors to the control room and the two once again worked in tandem to neutralize the threat, Sofia acting as the first response strike and Bedlam picking out and finishing off those that her initial attacks didn’t. She watched as the last of the bodies of sentries went limp to the ground causing her to smirk in amusement at her partner as she pulled what looked like an access card from the pocket of the last sentry that went down, flashed it briefly as if to say ‘I got it’ then moved to one side of the door by the security swipe, back pressed against the wall as she waited to get the ready signal from Bedlam for the two of them to storm the Control Room. "Ready when you are." He had said and Sofia nodded and turned to face the security swipe preparing to swipe the card when all of a sudden the entire complex shook as a large crane crashed onto some HYDRA men above and then Warbird’s voice sounded into their comlinks seconds later. ”Team, brace for impact. Wind Dancer and Bedlam, after the impact we will be moving to your position to proceed below,” the blonde agent warned and doing her best Sofia braced herself for the immanent impact the older woman warned them about. A loud explosion over head sounded as the Raptors dropped their payload destroying the docked submarine the concussive blasts shaking and reverberating the walls, ceiling and floor around them. Despite them being much lower and away from the direct blast zone, it still shook the very foundations of the structure. Reflexively Sofia gasped putting out her hands to steady herself as the shaking of earth and walls caused her to stagger forward a step. Even when warned the force of the impact still jilted her, but she was able to catch her footing quickly and recovered her footing fast enough to prevent her from careening into Bedlam. Sofia smirked at the near missed collision then joked to deflect transitioning away from any awkwardness. “Some people just get all the fun no?” she joked. “I bet the adults sent us ‘kids’ downstairs so they could play with the explosions.” She said playfully as she stepped over to the security swipe once more. “Okay, rea-“ she cut herself short when she felt something stir the air, pulled at it in a rush of wind, something blurred by them. Had she known that it was Northstar, she wouldn’t have made that confused suspicious look as she stared after the departing ‘wind’, but this was literally her very first day with SHIELD, so other than their codenames which Warbird was kind enough to supply she knew nothing of their powers and for all intents and purposes she was at a loss. But Sofia didn’t dwell on it long, only about a second really, just to see if anything else came in its wake, but nothing so she proceeded to turn and face the security swipe a third time to prepare to swipe the card when someone patched into their frequency and alerted them of his presence and that he was to assist them so Sofia waited. They didn’t wait long as Eden joined them. "Hey, I'm your backup....let's do this thing eh?" “Si.” The Venezuelan girl nodded to their newest member of their little strike team then looked at Bedlam for confirmation of his readiness before stepping once more before the security pad for what was this now? The third time? Though she was hard pressed to hide a smile as she noticed Eden barely able to hide his excitement as he drew his bow and notched several arrows; he looked ready. Taking a deep breath in Sofia swiped the access card and watched as the LED flickered green and beeped admittance as access was granted. The doors to the control room slid open with a swish just as the Venezuelan girl stormed in and hurled a spray of concussive blast from her arms sending men caught within its path to be knocked off their feet and slammed against either wall, hard counter or floor; what ever happened to be the first hard thing to contact their bodies as her teammates did their respective things and the room was neutralized quickly and efficiently; in shock trooper fashion it was finished before any of the HYDRA men knew what had hit them. “Warbird, Control Room secure.” Sofia relayed over a secure channel and hoped that the woman had heard her and that it was just a glitch in her com earlier because the last transmission from Warbird was choppy and broken. Looking about the room was definitely the central HUB as there were various monitors displaying the different levels of the rig’s exterior and seemed to monitor everything from fire systems, to the electrical, water and main systems all seemed to be connected to here as testament to the an assortment of computers and hardware labelled for monitoring or controlling all aspects of the day to day tasks for the outside levels. Within the room there was another door, shielded and reinforced it didn’t look like it lead to anywhere above or adjacent meaning that it could be an elevator of some sort to take them to the lower levels most likely. Sofia then moved to the nearest computer and thankfully the screen was still active. Having taken everyone in the room by surprise none of them had time to lock down their stations so everything was open and easily accessible so she didn’t have to enter any codes or anything of that nature because really she knew nothing about hacking computers. Reading the various selections on the menu bar and clicking on a few useless things she found the ‘Security Feed’. Clicking on that link brought a top down 2D schematic of the various levels many of which were flashing red and a glance at the legend on the bottom right signified that the Fire Control Systems have been activated to help put out the fires that had spread. Connected to one of the lower levels on the Southern side of the rig was the outline of the submarine that the Raptors had destroyed. The computer showed so much structural damage around that area as to have locked that section down. Clicking one some other links Sofia found a live camera feed of the various levels. She checked the surface levels first and noted the structural damage and the downed crane, as well as certain levels that had caved in onto others, as spots of fires burned in others. Most of the cameras on the upper most portions of the rig were either out completely or malfunctioning due to the heavy firefight and explosions. She went lower and lower going level by level, most neutralized already by either Warbird’s team or her and Bedlam as they fought their way down here. There were small pockets here and there of HYDRA as she noted them and when one of the camera’s caught Warbird and the others heading down toward the control room, Sofia thought to warn them of what she noted on the camera feed of the lower levels. “Warbird, the control room is due east of you two floors lower and there looks to be an access point here that can get us to the lower levels.” Sofia reported of course had she known that Northstar had already told them where the control room was Sofia wouldn't have bothered giving those directions. She then continued to click on further maps and 3D renderings most of which meant nothing to her. Reading maps with convenient labels and such was one thing, or clicking on obvious words to open up security cameras were one thing but knowing the symbols for different research lab types or camera views of weapons caches and equipment used to make neutron bombs the Venezuelan girl wouldn’t know or really recognize or appreciate the nature of her grave findings but she was at least smart enough to ask Bedlam and Eden to come and have a look at what the security feeds of the levels below them showed. “Uhm do you guys know anything thing about what these are I am looking at here?” Sofia said as she flipped from one layout and security feed to another. “I’m at a loss and can’t tell if I should be worried or not...here have a look.” She said getting up from her seat and offering it to one of her other teammates as she was deferring to their expertise on this. Pointing and clicking on things arbitrarily to open up other windows to snoop around a computer is one thing but really she just literally graduated from high school a few months ago, and neutron bomb making equipment was not part of the Xavier’s Physics curriculum. |
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