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It is Not Adversity That Kills; (Known Skrull Captives)
Topic Started: May 28 2012, 12:31 AM (3,737 Views)
Mitchell
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For a few minutes after the Strange voice and the stranger mists had taken down the Skrull guards, Mitch remained stuck in his cell, though he did his best to take advantage of the opportunity to break out. Then someone must have done something, because the force-field went down and the door opened.

Mitch had no idea what was happening, but he was used to that. He hadn't had any real idea what was happening since the day he'd come back to the house he'd inherited in the wake of Mutant Town's mass exodus to Sanctuary only to be attacked by some creatures he didn't even recognize, talking craziness about his being privileged to grant his form and his voice to the return of the Skrull to their homeland. He still didn't really understand what they'd been on about, though they'd proven pretty quickly that they had the power to be taken seriously no matter how crazy they were. It didn't matter. He didn't need to know what was happening to recognize a breakout when he heard one, and damned if he was going to wait it out inside a cell now that he'd been given the opportunity to leave it.

He didn't know most of the people gathered around the hallway, but that didn't matter either. Whatever and whoever they'd been before being imprisoned, they were allies now: the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and all that. A brunette dressed like something out of his younger brother's favorite porno was giving directions to a woman wearing weird gloves and a rag over her eyes; Mitch didn't try to make sense of that either. It was actually kind of a relief when the scaly guards came barelling down on them; that, at least, Mitch understood.

Say what you would about Mitch, he was a team player when the chips were down. He didn't try to grab a weapon; he left that to the others. His best weapon had always been his own body, anyway. Transitioning to full goo form, he spilled himself over the hallway floor and devoted himself to tripping and tangling the onrushing guards, slowing them down and making them easier targets.
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Alix
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There were no voices, just complete and utter silence. Time didn't matter, location didn't matter, even her own well being had become a questionably unimportant aspect of everything she knew. The lack of whispers-- whispers from the minds around her that had always been on some level how she kept her own spacial awareness at a normal level-- drove her into a state that had been so far removed from everything she had become that if she had sen those who knew her best, they would have possibly been worried. Even without the concept of reality, however, she knew somewhere, somehow that this wasn't supposed to have happened. That due to sacrifice, she was supposed to have been immune. Sure, it'd still happen to others and in other ways to her. But like this, right here? It was never supposed to have gone this way.

But that changed nothing. It had happened. It was happening. It would happen again. It would remain happening to her for longer than she was capable of remembering anymore and while past memories had been lost to manipulations and her own mind, the silence had given her nothing but hours of thinking and analyzing things with a singularity that she was not only ill adjusted for, but damaging. None of it, in the end, would matter. It went from just being skrulls that experimented to others. From Green faces with yellow eyes to white faces with red eyes, then to Jamie's face, or countless other faces-- none of it mattered. It never mattered. Everything was an experiment, everything was manipulating her and forcing her into things that hurt her and, far more importantly and damagingly painful, those that were closest to her. Jet, Jamie, Guido; the rest of X Investigations and X factor. Even Layla, who she'd never particularly cared for. It'd all had to have been happening for forever, even before the skrulls. She'd betrayed them all and she couldn't continue processing it. This cell, underwater, New York or deep underground-- it was all the same.

They were all just cells. So many cells and so much experimenting. Day in, Day out. Anytime of day. She couldn't really even differentiate time any longer. Was it happening now? Or was it all in the past? Was it all just a dream where she was simply at the HQ, safely packed away until she was needed, going back and forth between some maddeningly painful lab with strange faces that forced her into things that she'd never do? Made her betray everything and everyone? Everyone and every principle- she'd betrayed them. Through the experiments at the hands of the Skrulls and through the silence of being nulled, she'd had nothing but that to think over. Months of nothing but back and forth when, to her, it'd always been a world full of countless minds in a city where millions could fill the exact radius of her static abilities. She'd become so desperate that even when the skrull guards and the skrulls who experimented became welcome faces. Something, someone. She could imagine emotions just based off their facial expressions and break her mind from whatever tedious cycle of analysis she'd put herself into.

The skrulls, of course, had caught onto her cracking. Her abilities as they had learned-- and as most had understood-- had always been an important aspect of the way her mind functioned in the world. Every level of sensing, every social understanding, even in the way she viewed herself-- it was all based on conceptions that she picked up from outside sources. The depriving of that sense had become something of an experiment in and of itself and so, in the last few weeks, had been carefully depriving her of even contact with the skrulls. She'd dwindled further from reality and notes had been made. Her powers that she'd relied on for everything became her downfall. While nulled, she couldn't speak, she couldn't completely process her senses.

Disconnected and alone she sat near the back of her cell with her features focused forwards. While she sat motionless, her eyes moved with the sort of frantic energy that only came from desperate thoughts. She tried-- as she had through the weeks of nothing-- to think in a cohesive fashion. It didn't work, so she kept at it. Over and over and over until she simply fell into troubled sleep.

And then, as if by magic, there was a commotion outside the cells. The energy door disappeared and the sounds of frantic footsteps and excitement came from every direction. Voices-- some she knew and some she didn't-- echoed up and down the hallway. It was all an obvious trick and she would not give them the satisfaction of falling for it and taking whatever form of punishment would come. They'd want he to fall for it; to crave anything that resembled human contact.

She'd have none of it. She could resist it. They'd see.

But she really couldn't. Moments passed, and voices grew more and more cohesive. words, organization and people that she recognized flitted past. No longer able to withhold from just seeing people, she stood first with slow grogginess and then, shakily, moved forwards towards the door; nervous still on what sort of retribution could happen.

When nothing happened and skrulls lay in strange unconsciousness, it slowly began to dawn on her that something-- maybe-- was actually happening. This wasn't just some induced scenario.
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Artie
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Artie was swept along with Callisto as they made their escape, the ghost of the guy in the cape following along. Many others began to emerge, as the mists caused the Skrulls to fall asleep and people began to fight for their freedom. Artie's eyes were wide and scared. So many people. So many people he knew. If these people were here, were there doubles over there from the skrulls. Artie had seen the little Skrull boy who had been turned into him. He was a clever kid. He'd figured out pretty quickly that they were going to send the little boy back to pretend to be him. So far he hadn't seen Mr. Scott or Mr. Logan, Miss Jean or Kitty. That made him happy. If they were still themselves, then there was a chance.

As the growing group got to the end of the hall and Callisto opened the door, there was a ton of new Skrulls jumping out to kill them. Callisto set Artie down and told him to stay out of the way, and for a few minutes he did exactly as she asked.

But it was only for a few minutes.

Because Artie was tired of being helpless, and he was tired of being a prisoner with no say in what happened to him. He was eleven years old, not a little kid anymore and what was most important, he was going to be an X-Man when he grew up and then the first mutant president. If he was going to do all that, then he needed to be brave, and he needed to focus all his strength and power. Artie Maddicks, who had decided his code name would be HardLight and who had designed a costume for himself, though he was currently rethinking the Artie Symbol, was not going to be a scared little kid anymore. He held one bubble gummed hued hand out in front of him and began to use his powers to sculpt.

In the hall of the prison level, wave after wave of Skrull soldiers were advancing, pouring after the growing numbers of escaping prisoners. What had happened? How did they get out of their cells? Where were the prison soldiers? It didn't matter, did it? They would not get far.

Suddenly out of nowhere, an enormous hammer made entirely of light and the will of a small child who was now wearing a horned helmet and a flowing cape slammed out of nowhere, clobbering the nearest skrull who was thrown backwards into the crowd of its fellows. ArtieThor hefted the weapon and smiled a smile of battle rage, before he swung the hammer again, leaping into the fight.

He wasn't a little kid, and he deserved the right to fight for his own freedom.
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Keniuchio Harada
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The click of the cells locks unlocking brought Keniuchio out of his moment of thought, staring down the door he raised to his feet to meet his captors in the eye. When the door failed to open he strode forward with confidence pushing it open. Outside was a sign of revolt, the prison cells had all been opened and mutants were all leaving their cells. Joining them Harada made his way through the block to where Callisto and the others were holding up.

Already there was the real Black Queen, not the queen that had lured him into her private booth to capture him. "Black Queen" Harada nodded formally, before nodding to the others. Taking one of the discs he removed the cuffs allowing himself to use his powers again.

The alarms then began to ring out across the prison, with the squad attacking the escapees Harada had no choice to envelop himself in the tachyonic energy which gave himself his sixth sense in combat. He allowed those with offensive powers to go on the attack, Harada was neither dressed for combat wearing a suit nor was he equipped for combat.

As some of the Skrull began to fall he grabbed the strange sword gun thing that the Skrull had been carrying, he extended his tachyonic field over it, it wasn't what he was used to, but it would do for now. With the Skrull engaged he turned his attention back to the Black Queen. "Black Queen, the green thing tasked me to protect her in the other world and it would bring me honor if you allowed me to do the same here."
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Doctor Nemesis
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With captivity came hopelessness; with freedom came purpose. He was never one to give up, but he was highly intelligent and knew that before now he'd had no way out. Now that he did, he took full advantage of the situation and booked it down the winding hallways at full speed as only someone with a healing factor could. There was steel in his eyes, and there would be no mercy or remorse for the beings that killed Hartley, attempted to ruin X-Corps, and held him captive. The device he'd come to determine as a directed energy weapon was a comfortable and familiar weight in his hand, now he just needed one more and he'd feel right as rain.

As he turned a corner, two of the Skrull's were facing the other way and chattering something about prisoners. So he wasn't the only one to escape? Good; he could help people and get some help of his own while he was at it. First thing's first, however. He counted to three and wheeled around the corner, a beam of energy firing from the gun and doing lethal damage to the back of one of the Skrull's head. His partner turned, but James was still in movement and a knife edge chop found his throat. He was satisfied when he felt something in his neck cave in and the green being could no longer breathe properly.

Getting behind him, he kicked his knee joint, forcing him to the ground; another knee to the face followed by a blast to the head ended him. Just like back in Germany. He found a similar pistol and tested it's weight in his left hand...perfect. He took off and began switching through different vision modes to find the others. It took him a few minutes, but he finally came upon a floor covered in pink goop. "Mitch?!"

He decided he'd talk to him later when another guard came down the hall; two beams of energy from his slammed into, then through him. "I'm not sure if we've got a plan;" he spoke out loud to everyone gathered. "But I'd like to hear it if there is one." He knew many of these people, or at least knew of them. It was a talented group and he had no doubt they could escape if they worked together...getting home would be another matter entirely though.
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Siryn
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The time for thinking and planning was long past. Now there was only action. James was at home in the conflict, relishing in the battle. He was the Hunter and the Skrull were his prey. Warpath and Rho went barreling through the ranks of Skrull warriors aided by the fact that for the most part they seemed to be headed in the opposite direction. That didn't stop the Apache from carving his way through every green lizard man that was unlucky enough to get in his way.

Finally reaching a spot where the Skrull guards had gathered in mass, Warpath was heartened to see a Skrull go flying backwards. They weren't the only ones fighting the fight anymore. Letting loose a primal roar, Jimmy took a flying leap in to the middle of the Skrulls attacking the escaped prisoners. He was aware of the Skrulls attacks, but was beyond pain at this point, whirling and slashing in a berserker rage.

"STRANGE!" He bellowed. "This way! Get them moving this way. We'll cover you."

Picking up a Skrull by the throat, Warpath threw him into two others. Through the resulting gap in the Skrull formation, James caught sight of a shock of red hair that stopped him cold. Tearing through the Skrulls with renewed vigor, he found himself standing before an old friend.


Dressed only in her sleepwear that she had been abducted with, Terry was trying to focus in on what was going on around her. The Irish girl still wasn’t sure where she was or what was happening. Was this all real? Her mind still kept lurching back to Exodus and what he had done to her. Still…it seemed real.

About to duck back into her cell to avoid being crushed as a skrull came flying past her, waiting for a better time to run, she heard the sound of a familiar voice and her heart stopped in her chest as if a hand of iron was squeezing it tight. Jimmy?

Unable to shout or scream for her friend, she instead rushed out of the doorway, dancing around the bodies that were seemingly everywhere. With no shoes or no weapon, she barely had a chance but if that was…Jimmy. he was right there in front of her and with the mask still clamped around her face, all she could do was let out a muffled, pathetic whimper. Was this really him? It had better bloody be…Reaching out, Siryn grabbed hold of his left wrist and squeezed hold as tight as she could.


Even in the heat of the battle, seeing Terry before him floored James in his tracks. The words of the Skrulls that had kidnapped him rang in his head. They had warned him. Now he was facing one of his biggest fears. At least she was alive. Yet, it still hurt him to know that she had been brought over to this world. For the first time, James noticed exactly how many people were present fighting the Skrulls. So many. This would not be all of them either. There would be plenty others. Could they even fight the Skrull when so many of their people were replaced?

That was neither here nor there at the moment. As Terry squeezed on his wrist looking so pitiful and dejected, Warpath felt something ugly and mean rising up inside of him. It was an even worse fury than had been driving him thus far. Hands nearly shaking with rage, James gently grasped the mechanical gag that encircled Terry’s head. Making sure not to injure her, he used his mutant strength the crush the gag. The green light that signaled that the gag was functional fizzled out and the rest of the contraption fell to the floor.

“Hey there, Irish,” Jimmy managed to croak out. “Long time no see.” Then he was wrapping her in a big bear hug, not caring that they were in the middle of a prison breakout fight. It was touching and for the first time in a very long time, Jimmy was actually truly happy for a moment. The touching moment was of course ruined, by a Skrull that picked that time to try and attack the X-Men. Tearing away from Terry’s grasp, Warpath smashed a fist into the Skrull’s chest, sending him flying. “Maybe we should wait on the tearful reunions, huh?”


Siryn had no idea what Jimmy was doing there, aside from the obvious notion that the Skrulls had taken him too. How long ago? His whole time since he’d just dropped off the face of the earth? All she could do was cling to him, the chaos of the fight fading into a murky background hum. Without saying anything, the big Apache reached out and broke the gag off. Exhaling heavily, Terry then breathed in in gasps, rolling and relaxing her bruised jaw; none of the damage was from the removal of the device, just her gaolers liked to keep it on too tight for their own amusements.

Then the hug. As his arms wrapped around her, the enormity of it all hit the young Irish girl and it was all she could do to not break down into tears. Returning the hug just as fiercely, Terry bit back a choked sob. In her head, she had acted out plenty of rescue scenarios with many of her friends, her teachers and naturally Tom and Sean. But it was always Jimmy’s face she always hoped of seeing.

“Hey…” she responded, not sure of what else to say, voice raspy from lack of use. Then they were pulled apart, Siryn ducking as Warpath lashed out at a Skrull. “Aye, probably…I think I need to scream…”

Pivoting on her heel, she moved forwards and filled her lungs. This was going to hurt, but she didn’t care. Terry wanted them to hurt. Opening her mouth she let out a shrill wail, sending an approaching trio of guards to their knees, ears bleeding. Concentrating on them, honing her powers in on them, she forced them to the ground and waited til they were unconscious, twitching, before she stopped. Breathing heavily again, she dragged a hand through her hair and looked back at Jimmy.

“So…what’s the plan? Aside from being an X-man?”


"Plan?" Warpath turned to stand back to back with Terry and brandished his knives. "The plan is to get as many people out of here as we can and live to fight another day."


“Right…” she nodded, wondering vaguely why she ended up barefooted in fights. First the sentinel attacks… “I’ll be honest though, I ain’t got a fuckin clue where this is or how many o’ us there are but…fuck it. We’ll figure it out, eh?” she gave him an almost shy, sideward glance and smile. Home seemed like a very real possibility now with a friend there.
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Rho
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It wasn't often that Rho got to really let loose; this was one of those times and he was taking full advantage of the situation. He was fighting side by side with Jimmy, and with their training and abilities, they were a literal wrecking crew. He wasn't even pulling punches anymore; anything green with a bad attitude and a hot tub chin got hit, plain and simple. One, two, three, four. He stopped counting and just let himself go. A Skrull got too close, and a powerful kick shattered the bones in his leg; his friend got slammed face first into a wall. While they were fighting, he stole little glances at Warpath's technique; the big guys was all about ferocity mixed with power and skill.

He was a literal whirlwind of punches, kicks, and stabbing you in the face. Rho on the other hand was speed and power all the way. Punishing, crippling blows mixed with near instant acceleration to add even more power. With so many guards actively fighting them, it was inevitable that they'd get seperated, and he knew that had happened when he could still hear the Apache's loud voice, but couldn't see him or the glint of his flashing blades. He'd been surrounded, and these guys were showing no mercy. They were having a hard time hurting him though, but the same wasn't true for him. He could hurt them just fine, and was doing a pretty good job of it too.

One skrull bounced off the ceiling from an uppercut, while two were lifted and smashed into one another. He got a bit of breathing room and took off, leaving those few behind him. He flew low and fast to catch up with Warpath, and skidded to a stop when he saw Terry opening her mouth and drawing in air. "Ohshi-!!" He covered his ears when she began to scream, and he was glad he did. Even though she could direct her powers, they were still loud. When she finished, he looked at her handiwork and cringed; he'd never ever take her for granted. He laughed out loud when she asked what the plan was and jogged to her side. "I thought the plan was to kick ass, leave, then kick more ass after we regroup? Hey, Terry."

He waved to her and a noose of some sort wrapped around his wrist. He looked at it confused for a moment before forcing his arm forward and pulling the guy holding the device connected to it through the air. He freed himself and smiled at the charging group of Skrulls. They were called Thunderclaps by all the strong people, but when you slammed your hands together, you could create a violent shockwave. He'd done it to Rahne a while back, but he was holding back. This time when he did it, the guards were blown off their feet and down the hallway. "I say we start gettin the hell outta dodge while we got the chance!"
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Bobby Drake
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Bobby say in his enclosed cell, in a section separated from most of the others. In a room which, in the Iceman’s opinion, was way too hot. He was uncomfortable, sweating like crazy. God! How long as he been in this damned furnace?! It was so hot he couldn’t even power up. Heat, his nemesis.

Often times he complained and tried to get the green aliens to turn the air colder. But maybe that’s what they wanted. For it to be so hot he couldn’t power up. The air was dry so he couldn’t use the moisture in the air. What were they trying to do!? He’d lost count after maybe a month or so after he was taken. It felt so so long. “Way way too long… Lost count… where’d I leave off on?”

Where was the others? Why haven’t they saved him yet? “They know I’m missing. They know they have to know. People have been lost for a long time then found… yeaaaa.” He remembered the night he was taken. Man, he knew Hart had to be out of the hospital by then. “Hart! Oh man… The doctor said she was going to be okay, don’t start worrying about that now… no no no she’s fine. She’s strong. She’s hot… hot as this room. Fuck what’s the temp in here?”

He’d hope she would forgive him for disappearing. Mind you, it wasn’t his fault. He’d try though. It was all of his thoughts that keep him going. At least these damn dirty aliens kept him hydrated. This was crazy. He felt like he was going crazy. “Looney, around the bend. No no, don’t lose it yet.” He got up to pace, maybe pacing would let his face get a touch of cool air.

When he did, he felt no relief. He cried out, annoyed, aggravated, and he was getting pissed off. “Hey!” He went to the door and looked out the small windowed slot they had put in, “Let me the fuck out of here you Martians!” He shook his head and went back to pacing, “Actually pretty inaccurate cause moon men looked different, Martians are probably red anyways. Nicer too. Not tormenting ass monkeys.”

This heat, after about eleven months of captivity, it was finally getting to him. Thinking about his friends and family, dreaming about going home, he was starting to go loopy. He went back for the door and placed one hand on the door knob and banged his fist against the door, “Open the damned door!!” He turned the knob and it simply unlatched.

Bobby looked down at the door and pushed it open. He peaked out the door and looked both ways. “That easy?” He lowered his eyebrows and felt the cooler air automatically. “Fuck if I’d known that I would have tried that ages ago.” Even though he had, thousands of times. “I’m free?” Was this another dream? “Screw it.” If it was he was going to follow it, plus the cooler air outside of his cell was so much cooler.

He went carefully to the other door. And opened the door. Surprise spread on his face. They did find him. He wondered why Callisto, the Morlock Queen, and Bradley, the guy who helped at the school was there. But he didn’t care. “Holy…” He was overcome with joy and cried out a cheerful victory. He went to Laurie, to Tommy, even to Callisto and gave all of them a hug.

“Oh my god!” But when he stepped in front of a Brotherhood member he spoke, “You don’t get a hug. No offense but you’ve tried to kill us in the past.” He gave them a pat on the back and said, “Instead, you get a pat.” All with a wide smile. Bobby twisted his lips and looked down at Artie, “Why’d you guys bring Artie?”

He didn’t know what was going on and he felt out of sorts because of his isolation and heated room. He felt a tad dehydrated too. And crazy. “Is this real life?” He asked. It was difficult for Bobby to understand what was going on. They talked about escape. And oncoming hostile forces. “Wait! I think I got it!” He paused looking at everyone else, his head still drenched in his sweat, poor Bobby looked like he spent too much time in a sauna.

Which he did. “You all were prisoners to!” Shock and clarity crossed his face. “Whoa… they got everyone! Man.. mom’s gonna kill me.” He got colder, without realizing it. His power was coming back to him. The icy mutant looked at his hand and saw the chill in the air made visible, “Wooow… oh yea. That’s right, I can do that.” He gave a small chuckle.

Before he knew it, he turned to look at rescue team, of sorts. Lead by Strange. “Wait… not the Strange? Like Sorcerer supreme?” Bobby was still having a hard time figuring out where he was, and why he was there. “Leaving the sauna prison has made my mind mush…” He didn’t realize he spoke out loud. “Scotty here?” They moved to make their escape.

The Iceman didn’t bother to ask any questions, quite frankly he was still so lost. Then he saw Rho and heard him suggest that they get the hell out of dodge. “Rho!” He called out, “Where’s dodge?” He felt lightheaded and seemed unaware of how he was acting. He poked Rho as soon as he caught up with him, “Dude… are you real?”

The Skrulls Rho knocked over started to go to their feet and shouted something. Bobby rolled his eyes and waved his hand, “Shut up.” Just then his arm when blue and iced as the wave of his hand created a wall of ice that separated the Skrull guards and the mutants. He looked back at Rho and said, “Dude… sooo… you’re real?” He looked at Rho trying to determine if he was there or not, or still part of a dream. Robert Drake had, after his months of captivity and heat treatment, was semi delusional.

All his time spent with the Skrulls, was something he could get over. As soon as he got some rest, some water, and some understanding. He spent so long in captivity, it was lucky his training; given by Xavier, Scott, and the rest of the X-Men, kept him going for so long. Without it he would have become just like his counterpart from another world. He would be able to recover from his treatment with the Skrulls.

What the real test would be was if he could handle what’s happened since his captivity.
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Callisto
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She banked around cover, shot one, shot two, and still they kept coming. Artie lept into the fray, and as much as she wanted to stop him, the sheer fact of it was that they needed everyone they could to keep that pressure mounting, to keep moving forwards to get to anywhere but here. It was confusion and mass hysteria. Some emerged from their cells with powers, others were just human, other still disoriented from the experiments and deprivation of the things they depended on so much to live out life.

Some random serb chick said something to her. She smelled like cigars and smug. "Hellfire." she smirked as the woman gave a plan of action.

"Works for me." she said, firing off another round. By now they were being assaulted from two directions. "They're flanking us." She said. "We have to move."

She lept over a tangling Skrull and his assailant, striking another across the face as they inched down the hall in the direction Sage had suggested. She moved to butt another across the face, but in the distraction of all this obnoxious and cacophonous noise, she was a second to slow, and he caught her blow, wrenching the gun from her hands and striking her backhanded across the face, staggering her. Her fists clenched reflexively, ring-finger finding a set of buttons on the armor, pressing it.

Something whirred to life on her fists, and the gloves expanded up her arms, encasing her arms, shoulders, and chest in an odd sort of flexible metal armor. From her hands sprouted glowing whips of energy. She looked at her hands first, at the snaking ribbons of light pouring from them, then to the Skrull assaulting her.

He did not look happy.

She whipped her arms out, the beams lashing around him, and jerked her arm, snapping his neck. Another trio ran headlong into the group.

She whipped and clawed at them, each smack of those tendrils of light sparking across their armor, sending them flying. "Everybody keep pushing forwards!"

She looked around for that ghostly blue shape.

"Steve-O!" She called for him.

"How about you sling some of your DnD Kriss Angel Mind Freak Fireball shit their way or somethin?! We need a bailout fast, this hallway brawlway shit ain't gonna last if they keep this up!"

She looked at Ayasli. "We still on the straight here?"
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Roadkill
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Roadkill lived in the darkness, and he had for many years –even prior to moving beneath the city streets with Callisto. Blindness had stolen his visual acuity so long ago that he could scarcely remember what it had been like to view the world in such a…one-dimensional way. Since his powers manifest he was able to see the world in a depth that was impossible to explain. The radiant heat from a light source, the humidity in the air, and the constant barrage of sound waves washing over him from the dripping of water and even vibrations running along the line of his binds gave him a pretty good picture of where he was.

The sting of betrayal still haunted him in the early days after he was taken. He’d given everything to Callisto, and when he heard the things coming after him he could scarcely believe that what he’d received in return was a living sort of hell.

They kept him alive, but Nick couldn’t be sure why they bothered. His nights were filled with terrors that his waking mind couldn’t really comprehend, and he couldn’t figure out what they were. They weren’t human, his senses told him that. They spoke with a strange language that didn’t sound like anything Nick had ever heard before and most of the time he convinced himself that he honestly didn’t want to know what they were talking about.

Even through that, when he heard the commotion outside of his holding cell he closed his eyes and listened. There were voices and as the sounds that they made washed over his body he caught a glimpse of what was on the other side.

Other people. People that had been captured like he had. Plague might be out there. Maybe the real Callisto was out there. Remembering that the thing that had taken him was probably not the real Callisto, Nick moved to the door and was surprised to find that it opened easily. And it opened up into a full on brawl.

Ducking out of the way as something flew at him, Roadkill leaped onto the wall, strong nails gaining purchase in a small crack and pushing himself up into the air he latched onto the ceiling and grabbed one of the Skrulls by the neck with his tail. It gurgled and gasped for air as he lifted it off the ground and let his senses get a reading on the chaos.

X-Men. There were several people here, a few that he even recognized like Iceman. But they were too far away, and he was surrounded by the alien creatures. When the one he was strangling finally went still he threw it against the wall and jumped to the ground, lashing out with sharp claws and splitting open a few. One grabbed him by the arm and Nick spun around and dug his piercing fingers into its eyes. The sounds it made as painful death claimed it were brutal on Nick’s senses but he was beyond caring at this point.

He heard a distant voice in the hallways and turned toward it.

Callisto.

Grabbing one more by the neck he let his tail constrict on it while he tore at its face with his claws. The smell was horrible, and the sounds even worse, but Nick was already quickly making his way through the halls toward Callisto’s voice before the thing hit the ground.

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-Thank you Tommy (not the speedster)
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The ghostly spectre of a selfish doctor that had been turned into something more in an accident that had made him so much less was fading faster the more effort he put into his part of this battle. He felt Warpath's arrival and he felt a relief that he didn't understand at the moment. These men, these women, they were of a spirit that the world should celebrate, but it did not, it saw them as monsters. Strange, he tried to cling to his own name, Strange watched as the masses rose up against their imprisonment, Men and women fighting for their freedom, young children and old men risking everything before they were left with nothing. The astral form of a scientific sorcerer flickered and staticked until his name was called and people addressed him, asking him for help, for his help...

"STRANGE!" [Warpath] bellowed. "This way! Get them moving this way. We'll cover you."

"Yes," Strange said, his physical non-corporealness solidifying as someone recalled him for him. "Follow me! Everyone! This way!" He shot off, a streak of blue and the wind of his passing. "Everyone, bring your strengths together!"

"Steve-O!" [Callisto] called for him.

"How about you sling some of your DnD Kriss Angel Mind Freak Fireball shit their way or somethin?! We need a bailout fast, this hallway brawlway shit ain't gonna last if they keep this up!"


"I don't know what you're talking about," Stephen Strange rolled his eyes towards the women, but he looked as everyone ran to the salvation that Warpath and his companion, clearly another X-Man by his demeanor and courage, "Kriss Angel is a charlatan, and don't start me on David Blaine."

Turning to the waves of pursuing Skrulls, Strange gathered himself, gathered his strength and his power and everything that was in him. He hardly remembered the man he had been before he had been reborn from the death of the arrogant neurosurgeon. His life had been twisted and torn, put together in a shape he could never imagine, and he had grown into something that on this day and at this time would give all that he had to give these people a chance.

His hand began to glow orange, and the color of his blueish spectral form leeched upwards, so that it appeared that everything was being poured into this moment.

"Creatures of evil -- hear my call!
By Balthakk's Bolts shall now you fall!"


A blast of flame and power and pain exploded from him, sweeping over the skrulls, turning them to ash and dust.

Then, Strange... who no longer remembered his name, having given the last of his strength... began to lose cohesion, and dissipate.
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Jubilee used the gun as a battering ram against one of the creatures’ gut and then swung it right across his head as he doubled over. Another shot like that and the gun nearly broke in half along with the guy’s skull. She dropped the now useless weapon and ducked by a corner as the fighting continued. Everyone was fighting for survival, fighting for freedom, and fighting to get a little revenge. Jubilee was dead set on wrapping her hands around the neck of the green bean that had taken her place last June. She wanted to strangle the damn thing and burn up its insides for good measure. Compared to what these things had been putting her and the other captives through, her method of revenge was nothing. Jubilee jumped from her cover spot with jumping kick to a female’s throat.

She choked and in that instant was put down by a roundhouse to the dome. Jubilee kicked her in the side of the head again for good measure before moving on. As she followed the others seeing familiar faces and ones not so recognizable, she wondered just how much the world had changed in her absence. Was X-Factor still together and for that matter the X-Men? Had these imposters done so much damage that it changed the team dynamics? Was she now a despised woman among the organization? There were far too many questions running through her head at the moment, questions that would be answered once they escaped. Jubilee was certain that they were going to make it out of wherever they had been taken safely. She blasted another in the chest this time using her own power. Having the warmth of the fireworks inside her body once again felt great.

Jubilee brought her knee up against her opponent’s nose once then twice then a final time. She finished him off with point blank blast of plasma that seriously disfigured him if not killed. Before any more damage on her part could be done, Doctor Strange, or what passed as the man, spoke a chant and unleashed a wave of fire that turned the pursuing wrinkle chins into ash. But it looked like that attack had taken more out of him since his spirit was starting to fade. “Whoa, Doc you alright? Don’t pull an Obi-Wan on us now, we need you.”
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The longer the battle continued, the more people Laurie found herself surrounded by. Slowly and surely, people were realizing that the doors on their cells were no more, and were working up the courage to escape. Laurie couldn’t really blame them for being apprehensive. Everyone must have been thinking what Laurie had been thinking after she’d left her own cell; that this was a trap. She wouldn’t have put it beneath these bastards, that was for sure.

The strangest appearance by far, however, had to be Bobby’s. The poor guy stumbled through the door and seemed utterly exhausted and entirely confused by the whole situation. She felt his arms wrap around her in a thankful hug and Laurie simply chuckled a bit and patted him on the back before he wandered around and offered more hugs. “Welcome to the party, Bobby,” she said as he walked off. The blond watched Bobby out of curiosity and concern, and when her eyes fell on a batch of familiar white hair that the icy mutant was hugging, Laurie was almost overwhelmed with the need to go hug Tommy herself. The toxikinetic shook her head and turned back around. There was no time for reunions right now, really, as was evident by the swinging spear that she just narrowly ducked. As she raised her gun and busied herself shooting beams of energy at one guard, another snuck up behind her. Something unintelligible collided with the side of her body and sent her hurling backwards, breath temporarily knocked out of her as she came into hard contact with the ground, eyes squeezed shut in pain.

It took her a moment to re-gain her bearings, and when she opened her eyes, she was faced with a rather large Skrull warrior who appeared to be targeting Bobby. The poor guy was oblivious, still trying to figure out what the hell was going on. As the blond lifted herself up off of the ground and hauled herself a few feet behind the opposing Skrull, she winced in pain, drawing in a sharp breath. Yep, that’s going to bruise in a few hours. There was no place for complaints here though, so Laurie set off at a running start, ignoring the pain hissing at her from her torso, and leapt onto the Skrull warrior’s back. Her sudden appearance on his person effectively distracted him and sent the Skrull thrashing, trying to shake her off, but she held as steady as she could and let her pheromones do their work; the heavy fatigue she was targeting towards every Skrull within a twenty-foot radius sent them all into a deep sleep.

As the warrior slumped to the ground, Laurie climbed off and took a few deep breaths, hoping that would hold them over for a while. Unfortunately, the guards and warriors kept coming in droves from every doorway. Quickly, Laurie bolted to the gun that had flown out of her hands from the force of the blow that had sent her reeling, and armed herself against this new batch of baddies. The blond managed to get in a few shots when she spotted Rho; Nori’s boyfriend. God, Nori’s going to freak out when she finds out.

They were continually bombarded by Skrulls left and right, and through the throes of battle, everyone began bellowing out to Strange in an attempt to come up with some sort of plan. The way things were going, they’d be stuck fighting in this room all day if they didn’t do something about it. Strange responded by casting yet another odd spell that unleashed a tidal wave of fire and pain, diminishing every Skrull within sight to ash. Laurie’s eyes glanced around at everyone who had assembled. Battle stopped momentarily with the fall of their current opposition, and everyone’s attention had turned to Strange, who seemed to be slowly disappearing before their eyes. The blond’s baby blues widened. Oh god no, we can’t lose him now. He’s the one who orchestrated all of this.

Jubilee attempted to call out to him, in the hopes that it might get him to stay, but it didn’t seem like it was working. The Sorcerer Supreme had used every last inch of strength he had left to help them fight for their survival and their escape. Before then, Laurie had never really known who he was; had only heard stories. But after everything that had just occurred, she’d be forever in his debt. “Thank you, Doctor," she called to him as he slowly faded, the gratitude she felt displayed in her tone and her gaze.
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Loud noises erupted in the strange hallways, and Jamie found his focus snapping sharply into the present. “We’ll do an awkward side hug and get caught up later,” he said with a glance over his shoulder. He scratched at his long beard, wishing he was Prime. As a dupe he could only create one other dupe…and while that was better than nothing he had the feeling he was going to need a little more help than that to get out of…where ever they were.

Guido nodded as a shrill and inhuman screeching sound filled the air all around them. Something wasn’t right with Madrox. Though he was pretty sure it was one of his dupes that he was looking at, he was a little chilled by the dull and faraway look in his eyes. Pushing aside the questions, he looked down the hall again. “Come on,” he said, “we might as well go say hello to tha hosts of this party.”

Didn’t wanna be rude after all.

Turning his body, he stepped over the fallen slumbering bodies of strange green creatures and started heading down the hallway. A small troop of the critters rounded the corner fairly quickly and Guido hauled back a heavy fist and let fly. The sound of impact was wet and meaty and three of the Skrull creatures fell backwards roughly and then did not move.

When they fell away Jamie had a clean view of the hallway ahead, and that was when he saw her. Her strange eyes locked onto him and he felt his heart still in his chest. Time slowed and for a moment he forgot to breathe. Guido was saying something to him, but he wasn’t there.

His thoughts had drifted into those eyes, and he found himself wandering through a dark moonlit wooded patch of land, calling out to her. There was no answer, but he could feel her there suddenly, her presence a comforting blanket all around him as her shapely silhouette stepped out from behind a heavy oak. Yellow eyes burned into his suddenly, and Jamie fell to his knees as hollow laughter rattled through his head.

She stood over him, impassionate eyes studying him curiously as the betrayal was made complete. Jamie opened his eyes in horror and saw Guido in front of him. “Fine,” he said pushing himself up. “I’m fine.” He brushed past Guido and bent to grab some kind of weapon off of the fallen creature. Hoping it was close enough to a gun for practicality, he tucked it into the back of his pants and grabbed a sharp spear looking weapon as well.

And only then did he look up into Alix’s eyes again. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything sentimental, but just looked at her coldly for a moment. “Let’s get out of here,” he said. Looking over his shoulder he gave Guido a serious look. “There must be others. Let’s find them.”
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Now that freedom seemed much more accessible and likely, all in thanks to the Doctor, Plague focused her thoughts solely on extracting revenge. Were there the time, she would have quite enjoyed experimenting on them, but rage in its purest form would be compensation enough. For every Skrull bitch she turned fatal on, she took, as usual, a trophy. The chins seemed more unique, but brutal, and though the grey woman could give two fucks about mutilating their bodies, she did take her fellow Mutants into consideration. It was them who would have to be exposed to her 'winnings' afterwards. Instead, she settled on their ears, snipping the pointy bits of cartilage from the right side of their heads. Ears for notches. Ears for peace of mind.

At the hands of Strange, the massacre was over in a shower of ashes and Plague was then able to shift her priorities. She wanted, now, to find her family, because there was simply no way Malladie was special enough to be the sole sewer stalker taken, but there was no method to the masses. She recognized some of the faces, the voices (Callisto would always be a strong presence no matter the circumstance). In her peripheral, she was almost certain she spotted that tell-tale tail, and she made it her mission to confirm Roadkill's presence as the prisoners began to flood out.
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