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It is Not Adversity That Kills; (Known Skrull Captives)
Topic Started: May 28 2012, 12:31 AM (3,738 Views)
Jubilation
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Had it been a year? It felt like it. Jubilation Lee was unaware of how long she had been in this strange place. Time seemed to flow differently and she did not have a watch to keep track of. It was infuriating not knowing where you were, who took you, and why. All the young woman knew was that her captives were green with weird chins and that she was not the only one held here. There were others, many others. She had no idea who the hell they were except for one of the newcomers. Wallflower, Laurie was her name If she was here it meant these things made it to Xavier’s. Damn that sucked. Communication between the prisoners had been kept at an absolute minimum and Jubilee hated that. She was a talkative woman and talking usually helped to settle her nerves. These green beans had made sure to keep that from happening. Seriously though… how long had she been here? She could vaguely remember the night her imposter attacked.

Jubilee was out on patrol. People… mutants had been getting attacked in Red Hook by bigots. What she thought was a guy suffering in pain had just been a ruse to get her guard down so his green buddy could knock her out. When she woke, she was no longer in Mutant Town, not even in New York. She did not know where she had been dragged off to. Ever since that day her life had been complete hell at the hands of these creatures. Night after night, experiment after experiment. What was it that these things were trying to figure out and why had she been taken? Clearly there was nothing special about her. Jubilee was just an ordinary mutant that happened to have ties to a mutant organization or two. See, nothing exceptional.

Today, was it day? Eh whatever. Experimentation on her had been completed for the day and she felt like crap. Her whole body was aching and the injection areas were red and sore. “Rhino butt chin,” she uttered to the guard dragging her along the prison corridor. That’s what these things looked like to her: like a rhinoceros that had been sitting in water for too long. The door leading to the wing she had been kept in slid open. Something rushed out, a mist. What kind of mist? Jubilee didn’t really care since it caused the guard to drop like a fly. She struggled to keep her balance having to support herself now. Jubilee blinked and blinked and rubbed until her vision returned to normal and adjusted to the light. She looked up and saw a young woman standing in the hall with a weapon. “Laurie?” She quickly dropped and used the guard to undo the cuffs. She knew Laurie well enough from her time at the Institute. They were not exactly friends, but more like study buddies.

Jubilee could see that all of the guards around had been laid out. “Whatever the heck that mist was, thank God for it.” Now that the cuffs were off she could feel her powers returning. It felt good, real good to finally be able to use them. She could say this about whoever the hell had taken her: they fixed up that injured part of her mind that caused her powers to flare up uncontrollably. Buuuut just in case, she nabbed the weapon dangling from the guard’s side. There was someone off in another section yelling someone else’s name. “Sounds like we’re not the only ones out.”
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Doctor Nemesis
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Mitch had been the traitorous bastard who'd sabotaged X-Corp, and he'd been the one who killed Hartley. That much was obvious from the single red hair follicle in Hartley's office. Him being attacked not even ten seconds later was a cementer that Mitch had indeed been the culprit all along. Despite being taken off guard, he'd put up a pretty good fight; he felt he'd almost killed the shapechanger that shared a race with Tommy's doppelganger, but he'd dropped his head off of his shoulders and not been affected by the pounds of chemicals he'd been pumped with after he got shot.

He was overwhelmed by the creatures speed and strength though, and when next he woke, he was in a cell; his suit was tarnished, and he could feel the the already healing bruises. He hadn't even bothered trying to keep track of time, because he didn't know how long he'd been out, or even the position of the sun. He did know that the shapeshifters who'd captured him gave him food at regular intervals though, but once again he didn't know on what time frame they operated. All he knew was that he'd been there longer than he wanted. His powers weren't turned off, so scanned and found he wasn't alone.

Other human mutants were in cells nearby, and of course that meant that he, Tommy and Mitch hadn't been the only ones taken. Good lord, what were these beings planning? He was sitting calmly and going over reasons for his capture when he heard a the unmistakable sound of bodies hitting the floor. He'd put enough of them down to know it as well as anything. He stood up and walked to the entrance of his cell; his cell "door" was in fact a force field of solid energy that delivered a nasty shock when he touched it.

Well it was usually that way, but now the field was down. His guard had been coming to feed him and was opening it when he simply fell. The several guards that were usually milling about were slumped in different positions as well, but all of them were either asleep or unconscious, and they were surrounded by some sort of mist. He tentatively stepped out and looked at the slumbering forms surrounding him. They were all out like lights, and now it was up to him to take advantage of the situation he found himself in. He didn't know how long they were down and out, so he took the first thing he could discern as a weapon, and whatever else he could from the guards and took off at a brisk run.
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Siryn had no idea how long she had been cooped up in that place; for one thing, she couldn’t even talk to ask. When she was first aware of her surroundings she had screamed and screamed to blow her way out of that cell, but all that had happened was she had been gassed and then woke up gagged. It was a nasty device, like one of those things that cyclists wore in polluted areas, only made primarily of metal., muffling every sound she made. Despite her best attempts scrabbling at it, all she got for her troubles were bleeding fingertips. She was allowed it off to eat and drink, with a guard stood over her and whenever she asked questions, they just laughed, mocked, or said nothing. When they said nothing, that was the worst. Whatever the fuck they were…

They could have just nulled her, but Terry got the feeling they wanted to crush her spirit instead. Having worn a null cuff before, she knew it would bother her a little, frustrate her even, but totally taking away her voice? Now that was punishment. Real punishment…After all, thanks to her abilities, her ears were keen. Not as sharp as Wolverine’s, but good enough to pick up on faint voices and know who they were. Theresa was sure she had heard Tommy and Dontae and possibly Laurie too. Knowing that a number of her friends were also there, including one who she had been genuinely afraid of being dead, Terry wasn’t sure how she should feel about it all…Confused, scared for the others? Why them?

Sleep came and went. Food, foul looking stuff, was brought in and out in varying amounts. Then they’d take her out of the cell sometimes, poking and prodding, taking blood, hair and whatever else they fancied snipping away at for their little tests. But mostly she was in her cell; for one thing, she had the tendency to fight or at least try to anyway, as the green monsters were a lot stronger than they looked. Still, she had gotten a few good kicks and punches in…and returned as well. She had to learn patience and restraint. Until then, she would be taught.

Being in her cell gave her too much empty time. Too much time to wonder what was happening to her friends in that place, if anyone else was there, what about her friends at home? Had anyone heard from Jimmy? What was Julian doing? Tom? Her father? Occasionally when these thoughts pressed to heavily in on her, tears would prick at the corners of her sea coloured eyes and the girl would curl up in the corner and wait for it all to go away, to wake up and find it had been some bad dream, some mental torture left over by Exodus. But it never happened.

Today was one of the bad days. Her head ached, her ribs were sore and there was a lovely bruise on her arm. Theresa had been half asleep when noises, shouts and thumps stirred her. Sitting up stiffly, she peered around her cell. Half asleep, it took her a minute to realise that the buzzing energy of her cell door was down and beyond it, she could see a guard slumped. Heart thudding, she stole forwards carefully and gingerly put her hand on the doorframe so she could rest her weight on it, leaning out to look around the corridor. Well. This was probably going to get her knee deep in shite…but really, her skill for that was why she was an X-man, right? Now if only she could get the fucking gag off…
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For a time Rogue questioned if she was being punished for something she had done in her life. How could she not think her capture had been some kind of retribution? The power absorber had made up her mind to leave the Brotherhood. She and Cain had one hell of a tussle when the powerhouse caught her trying to sneak out of Murder World like some coward in the night. Rogue thought the power she held was incredible. She had never felt so powerful. Unfortunately, Juggernaut gained the upper hand and kicked her. Rogue had absorbed enough of his strength to lessen the damage he would have delivered but she took flight nonetheless. The swamp rat reckoned she skipped like a stone at least three times across the narrow bay. The last thing she remembered was dragging herself onto the rocky, trashy shore and seeing three sets of boots before her belonging to men, it was hard to tell really, with green skin.

When she awoke, Rogue was in some place entirely different. The experiments had started soon after. Tests and drills were performed on Rogue. The Skrulls wanted to know everything about her and the mutant species. They had already anticipated her powers. She wasn’t nulled like some of the other inmates she had caught glimpses of in the prison. Being nulled would give the power absorber freedom she had never experienced in the world because of her powers. Her body was coated with a thin yet highly durable polymer. Every inch of her body except for a portion of her face and her hair was covered in the black film to prevent her from touching anyone, or anything. It appeared that she was going to be cursed with that lonely isolation even in prison.

Rogue wondered if her powers would work on the green monstrosities. She assumed as much if they were taking precautions. Once, as much as it turned her stomach, she lunged toward her captors as they transported her to the research bay. She was willing to have one of them swimming in her head, if her powers really worked on the bastard, if it could give her insight into what they wanted. Rogue had failed to make any contact and from then on the Skrulls transported her with the use of lasso poles, the cords tight around her neck at a safe distance.

The Southern Belle had tried to escape other times over the term of her captivity but they had failed. She had tried to use all the ingenuity and improvisation that Mystique had instilled in her over the years. Rogue had never entirely relied on her mutant abilities but if she had some other gift, it would sure as hell come in handy. She never stopped looking for an escape some weak avenue to exploit at the most opportune moment. With just enough luck she would slip out the back like a whore on Sunday morning. Maybe she’d take a few Skrulls down on the way.

Rogue was roused was a restless sleep, the only kind she had any more, by shouts and commotion. She opened her eyes to see some of the other mutant captives walking down the corridor looking clearly confused and frightened. She eased to her feet and gingerly put her hand through the threshold where the energy field had kept her a prisoner. She didn’t get shocked into submission. She was free! Or at least free of the cell.

Nearby a Skrull guard was sprawled on the floor with one hand out from him. A couple of inches from his fingertips was a shock stick, like a cattle prod that they had used sometimes to motivate unruly prisoners. Rogue prodded the downed creature with her polymer laden toe. He was down for the count. The striped mutant snatched up the prod and triggered it so that an arc of current ran between the electrodes. Rogue then looked around to the other captives. Many of them huddled together, with spirits broken. “Ya’ll gonna stand around catchin’ flies in your mouths or get the hell out of here?” she asked and then ran down the hall in the direction where she had heard more human sounding voices.

"STRANGE! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO US NOW, YOU SON OF A --"

Rogue had no clue who was yelling but it was very close. She skidded to a halt when a woman with a pink child in her arms came into view. They were with a man that must have been a vapor form because Rogue could see through his translucent body. They didn’t look like Skrull’s but then again they were shapeshifters. Rogue had grown up with who she considered to be the greatest shifter ever and hoped she had picked up a few tricks, but really, there was no way to tell. Every other monster she had come across was knocked out and just scenery on the road to Rogue’s escape. Rogue took a chance. “Ah heard someone calling for help. Don’t know how long before the lizards wake up,” she said. She looked over her shoulder and saw that the small group of prisoners had not followed her. “A small group of sheeple are herded back that way. Some folks just to danged scared to do anything.”
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Wallflower
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Why hadn't she moved yet?

Laurie had been in a stare-down with the door that held the key to her near future, gun poised down at her side. Snap out of it, girl. You don't know how long you have with these things lying here; you've taken long enough already. They could wake up. Go. Move. Left foot, right foot.

Right. The blonde finally snapped out of her fear and just as she was about to take a step, the door burst open. Immediately, Laurie's arms shot up and held the gun at arms length, red laser sight fixed on her target; however, just as her finger was ready to squeeze the trigger, recognition dawned. She knew her target. Lowering the gun a couple of inches, Laurie got a clear view of the whole picture; a Skrull guard, and a face that she recognized from her first couple of years at Xavier's.

Laurie watched as the guard that had been accompanying her comrade dropped to the ground just as it was about to focus its weapon in her direction, and slumped in a heap at the opening of the door. Yet another victim of the strange mist creeping around her feet. "Jubilee!" Laurie answered as Jubilee called out her name, the excitement at seeing a familiar face evident in her tone. At least she wasn't alone in this battle now. The gun dropped to Laurie's side again as her old study buddy freed herself from her own cuffs and came up to her. Any other time, Laurie was positive she would have given Jubilee a a friendly hug and they could start catching up; Jubes could gab about what she'd been up to since her graduation and all that jazz, but the situation simply didn't call for it. That, and Laurie was sure that if she hugged someone from her days at Xavier's, she'd break down, and she couldn't have that.

"Yeah, I was starting to think I had no hope, which really isn't my style," said the blonde rather exasperatedly. About ten minutes ago, Laurie had been in the worst possible psychological position she'd ever been in; hadn't smiled or laughed in over a month, hadn't slept well at all, and was in a state of semi-malnutrition with no hope of ever seeing her mom, Josh, Nori and all of the X-Men and Xavier's students, or eating a Big Mac again. Now, things could still go wrong, but there was a chance, and it was a chance she was more than ready to take.

And apparently they weren't alone in their quest for escape. From further down the cell block, a human male voice screamed something about Strange, and was about to use some colourful language when he was cut off, and a few other voices echoed, albeit a bit quieter, behind him. Jubilee pointed out what Laurie already knew, and the blonde nodded to her partner, turning and briskly heading down the hall without another thought. Aside from the shouting, there seemed to be no sign of a struggle, and as they got closer to the voices, the conversation grew clearer. No real hostility seemed to be involved, plus, there was strength in numbers. A new voice chimed in, and Laurie recognized it immediately as Rogue. As she rounded the corner, her gaze fell on Rogue, a man dressed very oddly, an unfamiliar redhead still trying to get out of his cell, a woman with a cloth covering one of her eyes, and Artie Maddicks. Artie? He'd been taken? That wasn't right, and in fact, it pissed her off even more than she already was at these jerks. Taking adults who could possibly fend for themselves was one thing, but a young kid? The poor guy... she hoped he hadn't been here long.

"Hey, Artie! Ready to get out of here?" she greeted as she ran up to the group, waving at the small boy who seemed content in the older woman's arms. "We've got a party going on now." Hopefully everyone were, in fact, prisoners, and not Skrulls trying to pull the wool over the eyes of those who had escaped. Those jackasses did like to play mind games. Rogue mentioned a group of captive that she'd passed who had been too scared to attempt escape. "Do you think we have time to go grab them, and anyone else? How long does this stuff last, anyway?" Not knowing half of the people in this huddle, Laurie really had no idea if any of them had any answers.
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Warpath
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On the outskirts of the prison...

Two figures stole across the open field outside the prison compound, sprinting to a halt before the wall that encircled the complex. Flattening up against the wall, James Proudstar held up his fist, signaling Dontae to halt. There was a guard on top of the wall. "See if you can't phase through the wall and meet me on the other side," he whispered to Rho. "I'm going to go over and take care of the sentry." Taking a quick running start James jumped as high as he could, drawing his knives in midair. The vibranium blades sunk into the wall and Warpath began pulling himself up hand over hand, using the knives to anchor himself. When he reached the top he swung on to the walkway, sneaking up behind the guard and sliding a hand over his mouth and a knife in his back. Kicking the body off the wall, James jumped down on the other side.

James had felt the calling nearly an hour ago. It was hard to explain; he had suddenly known that this was the place he and Rho needed to be. Jimmy didn't really understand anything about magic but he had somehow known that Doctor Strange was here as were prisoners for which he had been searching for so long. Even now he felt the otherworldly tether pulling him to where the Doctor was now, forged by the strange bond the two had since Warpath had stumbled across him weeks ago.

Landing with a soft thud, Warpath met Rho on the other side of the wall. "I don't know how Doctor Strange managed to get in without tripping any alarms, but lets hope our luck holds. Try to stay with me, but if we get separated, get as many people out as you can and meet us at the rendezvous point." He briefly thought about adding on instructions about how the X-Student should get himself out above all else but he knew the character of his companion, and knew it would fall on deaf ears.

Finding an unlocked door Warpath led the way deeper into the complex. Along the way they were greeted with a strange sight. Skrulls were passed out at various junctions along the way, as if in a deep sleep. Jimmy said a silent prayer of thanks that the Sorceror Supreme was there to help out. It was definitely his doing and there was no way they would have been able to fight their way in through all the guards.

Unfortunately they weren't the only ones to notice the strange occurrence. Apparently, uneasy at the radio silence someone had dispatched someone to check on the guards. Rounding the corner, James nearly ran into a Skrull jabbering excitedly into a radio in his guttural native tongue. Instinct kicked in and Warpath quickly put an end to the Skrull's talking and his life.

Doc, Warpath tried to send a mental message to the Sorceror Supreme over their magic wavelength as alarms began to blare. I really hope you can hear me. You need to get everybody moving this way and fast.

"Time to go to work, Rho," Warpath grinned tersely.
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After his incredibly timely rescue at the hands of James Proudstar, AKA Warpath; Dontae had come to the conclusion that he'd never been happier to see anyone in his life more than at that moment. He might have been dead or worse if not for Jimmy, and he'd thanked him more than enough times to get the point across. He could be plucky sidekick later; there was a lot to be done and little time to do it, so he got his game face on and followed orders to the letter. He learned all he could about Skrullos from Jimmy, and how he had some sort of connection with that Doctor Strange guy's spirit or whatever it was; he thought about not believing it, but in less than a year he'd been stepped on by giant robots, chased by giant dinosaurs, and captured by green aliens...he would believe anything.

Today was the day they got their people back, as an hour ago Jimmy had gotten a "call" from Doc Strange. He didn't question it, just nodded his head and went along; now they were at the outer wall of a huge facility. He'd scoped it out from the air and it was massive, but they had a guy on the inside, and hopefully he'd give them a bit of help. The two of them moved quickly and silently up to the wall, James relying on his years of training, and Rho cheating a bit by dropping his density. He nodded and looked up while Jimmy gave him his orders. "See you on the other side." Watching the massive man leap onto the wall like a spider and start scaling it with his knives, he looked straight ahead and began to push through the wall.

His molecules slid around the ones that made up the solid surface, and he was on the other side in a few seconds. He only had one problem though; he was face to face with a patrolling Skrull who was matching the pattern of the guy up on the wall. The creature opened it's mouth, but no sound came out. Rho's hand was phased into his chest and squeezing his heart until he felt it pop. That was the fourth time he'd killed; he didn't have time to feel bad right now though, as these guys were seriously bad and would kill him in a heartbeat if they could. He caught the guard as he fell, then phased both of them underground...only Rho emerged. He was wiping his hand clean when Jimmy landed near him and nearly scared him to death. It was easy to forget that somebody so big was practically a ninja.

He chuckled a bit and shrugged his shoulders when he wondered how Strange got in unnoticed. "He is a ghost and a super magic guy; probably had a few tricks he was saving for a rainy day." It was serious time again, so he just nodded with a grim resolve when his partner said that if they were separated, his job became purely rescue. He nodded an affirmative; "Got it." He followed behind Warpath, alternating between watching the man in front of him and keeping an eye on their six. Wouldn't be much of a rescue if someone snuck up on them. As they walked, they started seeing Skrulls passed out; a few face down and ass up.

"Whoa...Strange is the real deal." The doctor's skills or powers or magic or whatever seemed to be legit and they didn't have any troubles...until Jimmy turned a corner and ran smack dab into a Skrull. One thing he could say about the Native was that he knew how to use those knives of his. The alarms came on shortly after the green body slumped to the floor. That body slowly became one with the floor until it was lost; Rho looked up at Jimmy and nodded again. He'd probably kill again before the die was out; it was funny though...he didn't have a problem with it. "Alright then."
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A groan escaped his lips as the door slid open, jerking him from the edge of what he had hoped would be a short, but recuperating rest. Still, he was determined not to give them the satisfaction of knowing how worn down he was, so he edged himself up along the wall and to his feet, waiting to get dragged off for more "tests". But the fact that he wasn't getting yanked to them made him pause. After a few seconds, he limped toward the open door and peered into the hallway, where he could hear voices, human voices discussing a breakout.

He had never been stupid enough to think that he would be capable of escaping on his own, but his isolation had never given him the chance to formulate a plan with any of his unseen fellow captives. And now, across the hallway of unconscious guardsmen, he could see a small group gathering. Now was the time. Now was his chance. He hobbled over to the sleeping guard, cautiously leaning down as he relieved him of his pistol. It looked like someone had already taken the assault rifles from the nearest two guards, but he preferred pistols, anyway. He may have been powerless still, but he was far from harmless.

He began to stagger after the group, quickening his pace as best he could before he saw another pair of hands gripping the doorway to a nearby open cell. A woman with blonde hair was clinging to it for dear life as her knees wobbled beneath her. As she took another step, they gave beneath her and she collapsed into the hallway.

He assumed she had been beaten as well, but so far, he didn't notice any bruises on her skin. As he approached, she looked up at him, eyes cautious and fearful. "Are you allright?" He asked flatly. "Can you stand?"

Scatterbrain looked up at the battered young man as tried to scoot away. There was a distinct and cold flavor of callousness coming from him that she had associated with Callisto just before she'd woken up here in this prison.

"Can you stand?" He repeated the question as he offered a hand to her. By then he'd noticed the cuffs around her wrists that matched the ones on his. Whoever she was, she was clearly another mutant. And disabled, or not, he wasn't going to leave another of his kind to suffer at the hands of these freaks if he could help it.

"I'm... I don't use my legs... usually..." Came her stuttered reply. He wondered what mutation she could have that could explain that, but now wasn't the time. "Come on... we're getting out of here, it seems." He leaned down and put his arm around her waist, pulling her to her feet as he slung one of her arms around his shoulder. "Take it slow, til you're used to it again..."

"Okay..." Jenna still didn't trust this guy, but what choice did she have? In spite of his cold manner, a twinge of sincerity rang through her, telling her that he was at least being honest about wanting to help. So, they leaned against each other and hobbled toward the main group.

"Hey..." Josh called out as they approached. "Hey! Don't suppose any of ya have got a key, do ya?" He held up his free wrist, which was still clenching a gun as Jenna's eyes went to Callisto and Artie.

"You guys... you're... you're okay!?" She was so confused... Callisto was the one who... No... this Callisto... I don't...

She had the same air about her... the same face, but both eyes were intact.
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Jamie Madrox
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The dupe had been in and out of consciousness for what felt like an eternity. At first it was nothing but worry and anxiety that filled his endless nights, but being one of the first to be taken he had spent a very long time in this purgatory and exhaustion had taken its toll long ago. Judging solely by the growth of hair on his face he guessed that he’d been there for months, but who could tell?

One of the few things that he had to hold on to, one of the lifelines to his sanity as it were was the thought of Alix. He kept her face at the front of his heart at all times, and for the most part she protected him and shielded him from the horror that he was living through. At night his dreams swam with green faces and though none of what he had endured short being treated like a lab animal had been overly torturous, he was haunted by their hissing voices, and the coldness with which their unsettling eyes bore through him.

Guido on the other hand was still not sure that this wasn’t all just a bad dream. When he’d been taken he had actually been in a deep sleep, only waking slightly to see the little green men who were struggling to get his enormous body under control. He remembered thinking that he needed to lay off the spicy food as he drifted off back into a slumber.

And then he awoke here. Wherever here was, it sure wasn’t Kansas. And he didn’t have any red heels to click together. His strength was futile here. Whatever the little green buggers were, they’d compensated somehow for the strength…though how much they knew about his kinetic absorption he wasn’t exactly sure. When they came in to question him he answered with undertones of threats and promises, following up with questions like “What color is your blood, Sprout?” And comments like, “Guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

Whether they were intimidated it was hard to tell, what with all that hissing and moaning.

When the proclamations were sounded in the hallway, Guido tested the doors to his ‘cage’ and was surprised at how easy they opened. With a disgruntled look on his face he stepped out about the same time that the dupe did. They stopped in the hallway and just looked at each other. “You look like a friggin’ caveman,” Guido said with a frown.

The multiple didn’t have a comeback, which later would actually cause him to lose sleep. The two friends regarded each other for a moment longer and then looked at the rest of the crowd. “Let’s get out of here,” Jamie’s dupe said hoarsely.
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Callisto
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She and strange and Artie bolted through the complex as quick as the three of them could move and keep together, Artie hoisted in one arm and that strange weapon in the other. The Skrulls were keeping quiet so far, still sleeping. Obviously wherever their command was centered, they hadn't picked up on this insurrection yet.

She kept her blindfold down, guiding herself forward by echoes and scent alone, tracing her steps via memory from her several trips to the laboratory wing. They'd have more luck getting out from there than from the prison block.

But, the prison itself was large, massive, and full of people they couldn't possibly hope to save. They'd picked up stragglers, a few who, like her, had been lucky enough to sieze the moment of ineptitude as the strange spell Strange cast had taken hold. She didn't recognize most of them, and as they came to a breathing point she set Artie down for a moment, using her commandeered Skrull-gauntlets to finger at the keys of one of those odd, hard-light keyboards.

"Everybody just shut the fuck up." She said, at this point, Artie's tender youngness not exactly point-one in her mindrame.

Callisto was not a computer person, never had been, but she did have a keen mind, and a strong sense of progressive thinking, trial and error.

"You guys wanna waste time trying to pull the posies out and help the people who ain't wantin' to help themselves, that's yer prerogative. Me, I'll worry about them later and us first. Won't matter if I can get through this thing here and make it do what I hope it will."

The thing barked at her, this console. That wasn't the right menu, couldn't be. She used what she'd learned to back her way through, another window popped up, those odd squiggles familiar.

A thin smile passed over her face as she turned to look at those assembled as Flashpoint and Scatterbrain joined their merry band asking for keys.

"Don't think the Cabbage Patch Kids use keys." She remakred before going back to her work at the console. "Fuck this shit's aggravating. It's like programmin' a chinese VCR."

The think barked at her again, and she frowned before punching the keyboard with the knuckles of her access gauntlets in frustration. Suddenly, it chirpped, and a large, friendly green hand print appeared in the center console.

"Well," she mused. "Didn't know that was all it'd take." She punched fingers together where necessary and placed her hand over the odd-shaped hologram, spinning it like one might spin a doorknob.

The cellblock moved into a purge, the doors opening along the floors and rows of cells.

"Fuck yeah." She said, turning back to the group. They had a nice little excursion force here. Plenty of muscle. She didn't know most of them, and she didn't give a shit about that. Removing a set of small circular discs she tossed them to the group. "set those into the little round divets on your cuffs and they should open."

Suddenly, alarms screamed into existence and she winced. In her head it was like someone started jamming a hot poker into her brain at regular intervals.

People were emerging from their cells now. "Fuck. Come on we gotta get going, or this is gonna end before it even starts."

She turned to look down the hall, where a platoon of Skrulls, decked out in armor and rebreathers, piled in.

Callisto put a hand to Artie's shoulder, pushing the boy gently behind her.

"Stay down, bud. Mommy's working."

She fired off a blast of energy.
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Fracture
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Sitting in his cell Fracture couldn't do much in the way of resistance. He was forced to sit into the dark and listen to the sounds of people outside of his cell. His guards would walk by and chuckle and laugh at him in their strange language. Vowing that once he got out of this cell he would bury them so deep in the earth, Lucian could do nothing but curse them. Shifting to a standing position again he paced the back wall of his cell, occasionally spitting blood onto the floor his eyes fluttering to the energy gate acting as a door. Turning again he paced back and forth before hearing a couple of thumps outside his cell.

Looking out of the door he saw what seemed like a mist creeping through the hallways and his Skrull guards passed out on the floor. Instantly the energy of his door flickered and went out. Experimentally he put his hand through the space and not receiving a shock stepped out. Kicking the guards in the head he picked up their weapons looking at the odd shape. The had a long horizontal blade with three crescent moon blades coming out of the front half, making it look like a deadly saw-blade. Experimentally swinging them, the older man smiled a malicious grin before pausing and listening for others.

Hearing commotion down the hallway he headed in that direction for a few minutes. Turning a corner he came across a group of other mutants, many that he recognized from other factions. Though in this situation they were all comrades, brothers in arms, all haven been taken by these green aliens. "Well looks like our captors will have their hands full now," he said in a greeting nodding to those around him.

Unfortunately Fracture was still unable to feel the earth and so he was forced to use these unique swords. Thankfully though he had experience with dual sword fighting and hand to hand combat. Eyeing as the others showed up, Lucian stood there bloody, beaten and wanting a piece of payback. Overhead a blaring alarm went off as a woman was working on a computer. Down the hall a set of blast doors opened and a troop of Skrulls walked in.

"Now this is more like it," he roared in anger as he rushed forward between the laser blasts the woman was shooting. Lashing out with a blade his eyes widened in shock as the sword separated into a bladed whip and lashed out across a Skrulls mask, splattering green blood into the air. Watching as it reconnected to itself, he ducked behind a corner. "Well that's different," he mused to himself experimenting with different movements watching as they separated and connected again. Smiling maliciously he whipped one sword around the corner before ducking back avoiding a hail of lasers.
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Cloak
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The door opened to Tyrone's cell , were they coming to take him away for experimentation again? He crawled back into the corner of his cell, his body trembling through fear waiting for the inevitable to come. Time slowed as he stared at the door, but nothing came, voices could be heard from outside of his cell, still nothing came.

Curiosity had now begun to creep into Tyrone's mind, why would the cells have been unlocked when they weren't coming out? Slowly and hesitantly Tyrone crept forwards towards his cell door. Still nothing came, by now his heart was in his throat and his breath was held. It took him all his strength to push the cells door open.

He thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest... and then nothing, there were no Skrull, instead all the cell doors had been opened and the human prisoners had been released and they were all taking their chances of escape, following the group as quickly as he can. At the end of the corridor by a console was a group of humans, Tyrone didn't recognise anyone.

Callisto had begun handing discs, instructing them on how to use them. "T-thanks" Tyrone spoke timidly, as he inserted the disc into his cuffs. The transformation was instantaneous like a bomb going off Tyrone's body exploded in a cloud of darkforce, his demeanor changed. No longer the weak feeble Tyrone he was now once again Cloak.

The moment of euphoria was killed off however when alarms began ringing out across the prison, and a squad of Skrull guards began running down the corridor towards them. Stepping alongside Callisto, Tyrone began channeling darkforce from his body. "The one on the far left is mine" The stutter and fear was gone now there was just Cloak.

The cloud of darkforce split into two as it began floating towards the guards then as quickly as it had been summoned the two clouds formed into two massive arms and struck out at the first Skrull that fell into his targets, connecting with it's target the two darkforce arms pulled the Skrull into the air, the blur between the beast and Cloak was beginning to blur but Cloak didn't care he wanted revenge and today was going to be the start of it.
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Jubilation
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More and more people gathered as the cell doors were released by the woman holding the pink child. It was sickening that these creatures would snatch a child away from his parents, absolutely sickening. By the way the woman held onto him it seemed like they knew each other quite well. She was probably brought into this place along with him. Jubilee checked the alien device in her hand wondering how it operated and what sort of energy it fired. Or maybe these green beans still used projectiles. She hoped that the damn things did not require a biosignature to fire because if they did, she was screwed as well as the others. Jubilee was not about to carry around a severed green hand. Before she could fully figure the weapon out, the alarms of the complex went off.

These things were quick on the response and since they were wearing gasmasks, they had been made aware of the strange mist that knocked out their buddies. Jubilee opened fire with the gun and was nearly knocked on her ass. The thing packed quite the kick. She took cover around one of the cells and braced herself before firing again. Blue energy shot out like a lance and connected with one of the creatures. He stumbled backwards and then hit the floor from another shot. The whole building was filled with these things so escape was going to be one hell of a challenge, but she was up to it. Her body may have still been somewhat weak, but she was not about to let that keep her from blasting out of the place. “Stay down, find cover!” she yelled to the ordinary humans that had been captured.

The last time she saw an ordinary human was back during a riot in Mutant Town when a group of them set out to beat the hell out of her people. Now here she was fighting to keep them from getting blown to pieces. All that Scott and Alex taught her really was hard to bypass. Jubilee rushed out of cover to meet them head on. She slid right between the guy’s legs while shooting up into his chest. His body slumped forward and she kept on going until new cover was found. “I am seriously going to crash when this is over.” The adrenaline that was flooding her body and the determination to see sunshine, real sunshine again gave her the necessary means to keep on trucking. "Laurie, make them do the happy dance!" Jubilee looked to the guy that was covered in darkness. “Hey you, guy!” She ducked as a plasma beam hit the wall near her head. Good thing these guys had the aim of Stormtroopers. “Think you can keep these snotgoblins blinded?”

Jubilee cracked the side of the gun against one of their heads and dropped him with a swift kick to the crotch. Good to know that they possessed nads…
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Tessa Ayasli
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The Night of Hail to the Queen


"So, what does it feel like?" Jem asked, standing behind Tessa.

Tessa sat in the master bathroom in the Black Queen's chambers, removing make up and jewelry. She wore a black bathrobe, and a bath was filling so she could wash the excitement of the day away. It had been a truly lovely event that Max had put on, officially declaring Tessa Ayasli as the Black Queen of the Hellfire Club. It was a proud day for her.

"I'm not sure yet," Tessa responded, setting a pair of ear rings down upon the counter before raising her hands up to remove the pins in her hair. Jem touched her hands, and smiled at her in the mirror, showing that she would do it for her. Sage smiled and dropped her hands, still not used to being tended to. "Like that. I still see you as a friend, Jem... not as my pawn. But I can grow accustomed to the luxuries that the position entails."

"You will earn it, my Queen. The Black King works harder than anyone else in the court, so we are glad to serve him. The same will be for you. I will not lie..." Jem said, hesitating a moment. "I never cared much for you, Tessa. But I know that you are a hard working person... you have earned it, and I respect that." Jem smiled.

Sage immediately thought of some of her conversations with Betsy, where she was able to speak freely and communicate her thoughts. Betsy was always seemed welcome to them in a private setting, but it was understood that in public, the proper respects were to be shown. Sage returned the smile to Jem, looking at her in the mirror.

"I understand, Jem. I want you to know that I will be fair... and I will always welcome your thoughts. You may even call me by name in private, if you prefer. It will be nice to hear I think, after being referred to as a Queen so much," Tessa replied. She reached up to her shoulder and touched Jem's hand and squeezed it, before reaching out for some face wash to begin the tedious task of removing her make up.

"My Queen, I have something for that that works well," Jem said with a smile and then turned away to the small table where she had sat down her handbag. Tessa, still lost in the moment, smiled and nodded while sitting back in her chair and relaxing. Jem turned back around holding a white cloth. "It is called Ether," Jem said, keeping that smile on her face.

"Eth-" Tessa started, raising a brow.

But it was too late. The Skrull placed the rag firmly over her mouth and nose, holding it there with an amount of strength that Sage could not break hold of. Tessa's arms and legs flailed in protest, knocking several things off of the counter, but in the end... all went dark.


Present time...


When the darkness cleared she had awakened in this room. Restrained from accessing her abilities, her mind felt muddied and slow. Everything around her seemed to move too fast for her to keep up with and in a way, she felt like she had been permanently stunned. However, as the months ticked by, her mind adjusted to the speed that things moved. She felt human again. Normal. And she did not enjoy it.

That wasn't to say that she was left in the cell unmolested. At least once a week, her captors came and put her through experimentations and tortures, attempting to discover some of the secrets of the Hellfire Club. Somehow they knew that she knew things about the hidden powers, the gems. But even when she was broken and told the truth, it was not enough. Tessa simply did not know where Max kept them and for this, she was punished all the more.

Unable to keep up with the days or the time of day, Tessa was unsure of when exactly she heard that strange voice echo throughout the hallways.

""Vapors of Valtorr --
swirl 'round thy brow!
May the Moon's Mists of Morpheus
envelop thee now!"


She sat up in her dark cell, listening and pulling the tattered black robe tighter around her body to help protect her from the cold. For much too long, it was the only article of clothing she had, that robe from the Black Queen's chamber. Underneath she had been given a basic set of pants and a shirt, but for whatever reason she had been allowed to keep the robe. Perhaps for warmth. Perhaps to remember how good she had it until now. Either way, that time was over and now she sat in a filthy cell, wondering what was occurring.

As the doors to the cells opened, Sage pushed herself to her feet and walked to the edge of the cell, afraid of being beaten for stepping out too soon. She stood there waiting, even if she was about to be taken to be tortured, because any break from the cell was a relief at least in the beginning. But as the moments passed, she didn't hear or see any Skrulls. No, a young black man walked by her cell door, followed by a few others. Curious but still cautious, she stuck her head out and looked in the direction that they had went. Blind to where she was going, she finally took the chance and followed the others, walking down the corridors until she found Callisto.

"Set those into the little round divets on your cuffs and they should open," Callisto said. The woman looked different than she remembered her, but Tessa still recognized the Morlock leader. Not many women appeared the way she did.

Sage took one of the discs and looked it over, before turning her wrist over to find a divet in which to open it. As she pushed it in, the cuffs clicked and fell off of her wrist. Sage suddenly took several steps backwards and hit the wall, then bent at the waist as a great pain filled her head. Like a computer rebooting, her mind fired to life and a vast wealth of information flooded in. Memories of this place that she could not quite recall while in the cell came back to her with clarity, Skrull's faces and names, the language that the beings used and her months of exposure to it began to be ciphered, and finally Sage straightened up and stood upright in order to look towards the others.

A siren blared and fighting commenced in the hallways that might lead out. Sage looked around quickly and spotted the console that Callisto had used to open the cells doors. Without any show of emotion, Sage walked to it and placed her palm upon it and accessed everything. The prison layout, the security systems, offensive and defensive measures, and their location. Sage could continue on, reaching out beyond the prison that they were contained within in order to attack the civilization that she sensed was beyond it. But for now, she resisted that urge. Gathering information that was needed, she removed her hand from the console and the security alarms shut down.

"Callisto," Sage said, pushing past several people in order to come behind her despite the resistance they were facing. "We need to push forward to that gateway there, and then left. That path will lead us to the exterior of this prison... If I can find a communications device, perhaps I can further disrupt their defenses and find us a way to get off this rock."
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Wallflower
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There was no time for questions in this situation, and while she and many others were desperate for answers, the who, what, when, where and why of this messed up situation would just have to wait. It seemed like every second, the group was joined by another mutant or two who had seized the opportunity to escape; that was good. People were getting out, and the more people they had fighting on their side, the higher their likelihood of success. It was still a long shot, but she could tell that it wasn’t in the nature of her comrades to go down without swinging. The blonde watched Callisto, who she guessed was a Morlock given Artie’s particular attachment to her, as she set to work on a console.

Apparently the Morlock was doing something right, as eventually she struck gold. The doors of the rest of the cells holding humans and mutants alike opened, and as some humans poked their heads out of some nearby cells, Laurie could see the fear on their faces. Without weapons, humans held no possible chance of survival in this escape; the assembled group of mutants were now their best play, and regardless of their political or religious views, the humans were just going to have to trust them. She knew there was no chance of getting everyone out alive, but she would try her damnedest to get everyone she possibly could out of there.

The cell doors weren’t the only ones that opened. A loud metal creak sounded and Laurie’s head whipped around, watching as the main doors cracked open as well. Deep breath, Laurie. You can do this. Closing her eyes momentarily, the toxikinetic took a couple of deep breaths, her hand tightening around the handle of the gun. She could feel a cornucopia of different pheromones swirling within her, waiting and ready to be used after months of suppression. When her eyes re-opened, she was met with an onslaught of Skrull guards, armed and now protected from the mist that had previously been so helpful.

"Stay back!" She instructed the humans, and jumped immediately into action with the others, aiming and firing her gun at a guard that had chosen a human as its target. The blonde stumbled backwards with the kickback of the large weapon, but still watched as a blue beam ripped from the barrel of the gun right into the chest of the guard. He fell, but it took another shot to get him down and out. A pool of oddly coloured blood poured out from below him. Her first kill. Laurie had always been morally against murder, never wanting to resort to it unless she absolutely had to, the very thought of ending someone's life bringing nausea. Well… she absolutely had to right now, and she didn’t have time to mull over the ramifications of finally taking a life. In fact, she only had time to let her feet slip out from under her, her back colliding with the ground, effectively dodging the exact same blue beam of energy that had killed her previous opponent. She scrambled for cover behind yet another nearby console, her gun still poised and at the ready.

”Laurie, make them do the happy dance!”

Jubilee’s voice broke through the chaos and Laurie had to smirk. Alright guys, she spoke in her mind, addressing her pheromones as though they were long lost friends, and could actually hear her. It’s play time. Standing from behind the console, she targeted a few guards standing near each other, and extending am arm, finally felt the all-too-familiar release of pheromones. Her familiar sparkling yellow aura slithered its way from her outstretched arm to surround her targets with the feeling of suspicion, but not against their true opponents; against their own kind. As a result, the five that she had targeted turned to face each other and started blowing each other’s heads off. While they were distracted, Laurie took the time to take down a couple more and find the next victim of her power.

In a clear line of sight, her blue eyes fell upon a particularly strong and adept guard, clearly driven by the heat of the battle. Waiting until she was sure the path was safe, Wallflower took off in a quick burst of speed - well, as quick as she could in her current state - and, using her gun as a close-range weapon, she swung at his head and he went down. He was stunned, and she took the opportunity to climb on top of him and grasp his throat, ensuring he wouldn’t be going anywhere. Glaring into those chilling yellow eyes, Laurie secreted her pheromones again, only this time, her intention being to change his alliance. Instilling the emotions of rage, hostility, and determination, as well as secreting her own pheromones in order for him to believe she was the only one he could trust in this fight, Laurie decided a little bit of vocal coercion couldn’t hurt, even if she didn't speak his language. Maybe he understood hers. “From now on, your alliance is not with the Skrull; it is with me, and my comrades. Use your strengths against your own kind, and spare me and mine.”

It took a few seconds for what she said to sink in, but the Skrull guard nodded slowly, his trust now placed in the hands of Wallflower. He picked her up and set her down next to him, proceeding to rise to his feet. Laurie backed up and watched as her plan took effect, the guard she had effectively coerced into becoming an ally charging at his own kind, proceeding to take the lives of three enemies in the process. It continued to tear through their defenses, driven by the emotions she had instilled and the falsely implanted faith that he had in her.
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