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| MacReady Complex; [Broodlings First, Utopia After] | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 5 2012, 07:19 PM (2,430 Views) | |
| Marrow | Jun 5 2012, 07:19 PM Post #1 |
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May 20th Afternoon Utopia JP: The Brood She sat there. To glance would make her seem like she was hovering. In truth those elongated, spider-like legs held her aloft, balancing her. The pulsing of the shield that kept her inside here, it was rhythmic, almost soothing. In her mind she convened with the over-mind, spoke with her Empress, her brethren. Conquests in the hundreds were laid level to her and she smiled, eyes closed but still thoughtful. She had much to do on this world. The dregs of an army were already at her disposal, and what powerful dregs they were. This entire complex would be enough to launch a campaign against the world, but as all Brood knew, they would hardly stop there. The spores that plagued the air, scentless, invisible, had been moving through the building, the air outside, the jungles, for weeks now, before she’d even made herself apparent, before she’d taken true control. She was still locating all of them. Out in the jungles, things changed. Soon enough, here, in this temple complex, things would change. Some far more quickly than others, she reckoned. There was a stirring. Somewhere, elsewhere, great winds of change were blowing. The Skrull were returning to Earth. That much she knew. It was plain when she’d discovered their presence here. She knew their names, those who had been replaced. They stank of Skrull inferiority. Laurie Collins, Dontae King, Arthur Maddicks, Rogue. She grinned as those flaring orange eyes burst open. The Skrull had built an army. The Brood were an army, once and forever. She sent out the call to those broodlings who were ready for uplifting. In the jungles, animals here and there cried out in anguish, forms and shapes bulging, pulsating, undulating. New parts grew where needed, old ones changed where needed. Teeth duplicated and grew, eyes sharpened further than any feral nature could excel. Peaceful creatures became vicious and efficient predators. Acids ran thick and poisons ran cool and a choir of anguished cries came from the jungles surrounding Utopia, and all went quiet in the forests. In the temple, only a handful of humanity had been prepped, had been made ready enough. These humans, or mutants rather, were difficult to rework, even those without the superb healing abilities of the Queen’s host. It did not matter though. These three were only the beginning. With the right amount of time, all would fall. All would become one and all would become all. Her eyes looked to the pulsing energy field, traced the edges of the doorway. She grinned as those vicious back-lining arms stretched out, pierced through stone, gripped at the frame that broadcast the energy field that they sought to contain her with. The wall of energy sparked and shorted as she crushed the frame from out of the stone. There was something that did not like a wall. The skies above Utopia began to darken, a swarm of something flying high in the skies. :: Flight-born Children of the Brood:: She thought to them. ::Delay and distract these apes. All others ralley at the Shield Ruins:: She smiled as she reached out. === ::Kevin Ford, we are here. We are Brood. Our strength pulses within you, we have turned off that which has caused you so much pain, so much anguish. Go ahead, grab a flower, use your bare hand. We have made you better, and now we must uplift you that you may serve us. Do not resist. All fall before the Brood. We are your mother now. Your lover, your child and sire, brother and sister. Surrender to the Brood, Kevin Ford. Become one. Become all.:: "You don't get it Rusty. The whole point of that plot device is to try and confuse everyone. But its so obvious that --" Kevin's words fell short when something called for him. It was less obvious with words but his eyes glanced to the boy next to him to see if he was reacting at all to it. He felt like his heart rythm had changed, his blood now tingled as it pulsed through his body. It took one thought to spark hope in the boy that had long since been gone, the hope that he would no longer be plagued with the curse of his mutation. His hand moved from the game controller and grabbed Rusty's arm. "No shit." He grinned honestly, no fiber of his being even considering resisting what was happening. Finally normal. He could be free from all of this. "Become one. Become all." Wait....had he just said that out loud? His heart started to beat heavilly, his blood burning now beneath his skin. His hand released the boys arm and turned to try and claw at his own. In a second he was on his feet, tripping over the cables for the game he'd long since forgotten about. Pain exploded inside of him and his insides felt as if they were trying to rip free and crawl around inside of him. === The Alarms blared throughout the complex as she stalked along the wall, practically leaping from side to side with uncanny agility. It was time for the second. The third would wait for now, there was no sense in spoiling all surprises. She sent out another beacon to another batch of sporelings... === ::Rahne Sinclair, we are here. We are Brood. Our strength pulses within you, we have given you a gift, a new form into which you may lose yourself. We have made you better, and now we must uplift you that you may serve us. Do not resist. All fall before the Brood. We are your mother now. Your lover, your child and sire, brother and sister. Surrender to the Brood, Rahne Sinclair. Become one. Become all.:: It had been a while since Rahne Sinclair smiled. Since she felt happy. Her best and brightest, her star pupil, had been gone for so long now, right under her nose and she never knew it until the horrible, awful truth was revealed. And now - and now a good friend was dead, succumbed to a disease so horrible, so vile, that nobody had ever seen anything like it. As if that weren't bad enough, the disease had manifested as some other entity, built itself a new body out of Sarah's corpse - it was horrible, it was grisly, it was revolting. And yet, despite her depression, despite the intense misery she felt, Rahne Sinclair trudged on. She kept true to her promise to Scott Summers - he had her dedication, he had her hard work and devotion. She would do all she could to get the bottom of this Skrull thing, despite her personal hurts. And she maintained her regular duties as well - wrapping up the school year with her children so they could have some semblance of a summer break. But her mood was down, was far from her usual. She could go about her duties, but she could not hide how she felt. "Alright, so who would like to attempt this problem?" she asked her class of slightly older students after writing "12 x 14 =" on the chalkboard behind her. Her vocal tone was flat, quiet. She couldn't bring herself to be her usual energetic self. "I... I'll try," one of the Morlock kids answered as she shuffled forward on her pseudopodia. She took a piece of chalk in her pale, green hand and began writing on the board. Six at the end, then three... Rahne stiffened up, eyes gone wide. "She calls," she whispered. "Huh?" the Morlock girl asked after she finished writing "156" on the board. "Miss Rahne, did I get it right?" Rahne did not answer. She slipped the engagement ring off of her finger and set it down on her desk. "Miss Rahne?" The luckenbooth pendant was next, and she began walking towards the door in a trance. "Miss Rahne, are you okay?" Rahne pulled her shirt off and cast it aside. "She calls. I answer," she opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, allowing it to shut behind her. She removed her shorts, casting them aside with callous disregard as she strode stiffly down the hallway, completely naked, unmindful of those around her. The trance was all-consuming, completely taking her attention and ignorning everything else around her. A shudder ran down her spine, similar to that which normally takes place with her changes, but much more violent. Hair receded into her body, leaving her completely bald. This was different. Very different. Legs jointed oddly, segmenting. This was not her change. This was something else. Something horrible. Something wonderful. From the middle of her abdomen, a third pair of limbs suddenly erupted, long, spindly, ending in thin, cruel pincers. Eyes, red, began enlargening as skin thickened with armored, plated chitin. "She calls," her voice sounded out again, raspy, gurgling. "I answer." === She came out of the Infirmary Annex, looking at the Utopian Temple, at those who had gathered to meet her. There would likely be blood here. Good. Blood made the Brood Spread Yonder. ::My Broodlings. We must escape for now.:: Suddenly, in the courtyard, mutilated flying creatures began to dart for anyone still outside. The forests around the temple began to shudder and rumble with a thousand painful shrieks. War had come to Pangaea once more. ::Rally on us.:: |
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| Wolfsbane | Jun 5 2012, 10:22 PM Post #2 |
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The dazed, staggered gait of Rahne Sinclair became more smooth and fluid as the entity inside her took more complete control of the host's motor functions. Two-legged stumbling gave way to graceful skittering on insectoid legs as her sharp, stinger-laden thorax bloomed behind her. She was developing nicely, growing into her new body well. The host was a wise choice, designed for changing species naturally, so the transition from mutated human to Brood was relatively painless - even euphoric to a degree. It felt good to change, subdued the host's resistance by flooding her mind with endorphins, activating her pleasure centers, keeping her distracted. Finally, there was her Queen. Radiant, beautiful, strong. The Broodling was awed, and let loose a gasp as her queen came into view. "Ye called. I answered," she said in the host's thick accent, bending her jointed legs in a deep, dramatic bow to her queen. "I am eager to serve, eager to please. All muh love an' devotion t' ye, my queen." The host offered much to the young Broodling. Enhanced hearing beyond the ordinary Brood's range - a sense of smell unrivaled. And instead of thin, needle-like teeth, large, lupine fangs perfect for crushing and tearing. "We have a clear path down this hallway, muh love, muh queen. Shall I take point to protect yuir highness?" she pointed down the eastern corridor, looking up to her queen. She hoped for approval. She yearned for it. Her life's ambition, it was all for the queen's love and approval. *** It was cold, it was dark. The young pup huddled against her mother's belly for protection from the cold, curled into a ball to conserve warmth. The dank cave they had settled in was small, dark, damp. But it protected them from the rain outside. The young pup dared to lift her head, to look to her mother. Her mother was an odd one by wolf standards. Pinkish fur, bony ridges jutting out at odd angles - but the pup did not care. This was her mother, and she loved her mother. And mother loved her. And all was right with the world. All was right. "This is wrong." Wrong? What was wrong? Nothing was wrong. Nothing. The pup had her mother, had her mother's love. That was all that mattered. Nothing else mattered. This was right. "Ye know full well this is wrong. Get up." The young pup got up, standing on all fours, shaky and afraid. This was wrong? How was this wrong? How...? She looked back to her mother as the pink, bony wolf slept. It did feel wrong. "Sarah...?" the pup whispered, despite having no human form with which to speak. Sarah was not her mother. Sarah was her friend. Sarah was dead. The memories were coming back to her. Quietly, she stepped backwards, towards the mouth of the cavern. Must not wake Sarah... she couldn't tell why for sure, but the pup knew that. To wake Sarah would be bad. Very bad. She continued backing away, eyes trained cautiously on her mo- on the wolf that resembled Sarah's sleeping form. Krick! she stepped on a twig. In that instant, the bony wolf's eyes flew open, and in one fluid motion, she both lunged for the young pup and transformed into a gigantic, monstrous, hideous bug. "LOVE ME!!!" the creature howled as the pup turned tail and ran, yelping with terror and fear as she fled into the driving rain. Rain. Rahne, that was her name. Her name was Rahne. |
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| Werewolf | Jun 7 2012, 12:01 AM Post #3 |
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Jack was tired. For the past week, he had tried his best to hide it, but despite his best efforts, the prey in the wilds were growing faster than him. For the past few days he'd been face planting into the dirt instead of slamming into the body of a dinosaur. Hank said the feral had been working too hard and doing too much to provide sustenance for everyone. Even the rest of the hunting party thought so, and they decided at that point that Jack was to be dismissed from his duties, leaving him with nothing more to do than shuffle around the base when he felt up to it. Jack had never been told to stay put before, even when he had been heavily wounded, his own healing or someone else's would put him right back on his feet; even so, some part of him felt that it wasn't their decision to make. Besides, sitting around doing nothing made him twitchy. Although Jack was a very agreeable person, laying in bed all day and hoping it would summon some strength back into his body wasn't appealing. He tried to use the free time wisely to piece Rahne's happiness back together, and even though their recent engagement had helped, Jack knew her well enough to see that it wasn't quite enough. Jack's desire to make her happy was what pushed him en route to her classroom, his hands wearily dangling at his sides. He wished he could have rummaged up some flowers to brighten her day, but none of her favorites were native to the Savage Lands. But when he found an empty classroom of rowdy children, Jack knew that finding a new species of flower for Rahne was the least of his worries. All the children's eyes looked to him as he entered, his already pale skin going a little ashen. "Mistah Jack! Is Miss Rahne coming back?" "Wh.. what? Where is she?" Jack rasped, his eyes darting around the interior of the classroom. "I think she got a phone call," Ricky piped up, always eager to get attention from anyone. A little girl in the back rolled her eyes. "Phones don't work here, dummy!" Jack's mouth went dry as he saw Rahne's engagement ring on her desk; something was wrong. "You guys.. just.. just stay here, okay? I'll be right back." He stumbled in a delayed frenzy from the classroom as Jack picked up his mate's scent, his heart already hammering in his chest. Every bad thing always started out this way, and Jack was too frightened to stop all of those moments from playing back in his mind. Rahne had almost slipped from his grasp too many times, and he didn't dare stop his half-limping jog down the hall. Despite his body being slow to respond, Jack's senses were still sharp and Rahne's trail was easy to follow. It was when her scent changed that he began to get worried, and a thousand scenarios of what could be happening played out in his head, joining the already jumbled visions of the past. Frantic, he decided he wasn't going fast enough, and his body lurched as it tried to change form. The best he got was the taste of blood in his mouth as fangs tried to grow, and he didn't get much more than that as the trail grew hot. Jack stumbled to a stop at the infirmary, his throat burning as he gasped for air. When Jack saw what waited for him, the towering form of what was once-Sarah, and the kneeling form at her feet--he was convinced he was hallucinating. The spiny, hard-shelled creature before the Brood Queen smelled like Rahne and sounded like Rahne, but beyond that there was little comparison. "R-Rahne?" |
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| Kevin Ford | Jun 7 2012, 04:33 AM Post #4 |
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Rusty rolled his eyes a little. There were some things that he just didn’t get…maybe never would. He heard Kevin’s emphatic response and with a light chuckle he prepared a reply of sorts. That reply was cut short by a strange and distant look that swept over Kevin’s face as he looked off into the distance. Following his gaze, Rusty tried to figure out what exactly he was looking at, but couldn’t see anything. “Dude are you all-“ Without warning Kevin’s hand snaked free and grabbed Rusty’s bare arm. Rusty’s eyes went wide and he tried to pull away. He knew what it meant to get touched by Kevin-and the last thing he needed was to get vaporized. His heart skipped a beat and his eyes went wide as saucers as he looked down at the hand. But nothing happened…except for the ominous and weird words that came out of his friend’s mouth. “Y…yeah…maybe we’ve had enough video games for now.” He pulled his arm free and started to pull the controller out of Kevin’s hand when he leaped to his feet and started scrambling around like a crazy person. “Kevin!” Genuine concern swept over him as he got to his feet and tried to calm his friend. “Come on man, what’s up?” Kevin Ford did not have time to react to his friends worry, nor did he even notice it after some time. As the transformation continued, his mind became focused on her. His queen. His mother. She needed this body to become prepared, finished, ready to protect and help and do what bidding she wished. Everything ended rather suddenly, despite odd twitching from the sullen boy. The screaming calmed and with odd movements the humanoid creature that was Kevin Ford raised its heat, buggy eyes staring at Rusty Collins for a brief moment. "She calls." Its voice hissed out, appearance now miscolored by the plated chitlin armor over his skin. When he didn’t get a direct answer, Rusty felt goosebumps rising on his arm. Something was very wrong with Kevin. He covered his ears and looked helplessly as a very disturbing kind of transformation started to overcome his friend. Was this some sort of natural mutation he was seeing? The worried thought of running off to get Dr. McCoy flitted through his mind, but in the end he found himself transfixed as Kevin rose to his feet with a very inhuman sort of movement. Involuntarily he recoiled when Kevin looked at him with those strange eyes. “Right,” he said with clear panic. “Stay right there,” he said with a finger pointed at the spot. “I’m just going to go get some help.” He took a step backwards and pointed at the floor again. “Don’t move!” Kevin's head lowered to look at the ground then as the other boy left, so did he. But he was headed for Her. Picking up speed the creature ran, paying little heed to anything else but navigating to his queen. The boy would pose a threat if they were trying to escape. His host knew the boy would be going to find someone else. Someone that would pose more of a threat to his Queen. He needed to get to her, to be near her, to protect her. Within minutes he shoved past the one his host recognized as codename: Werewolf, skidding to a stop in front of his queen facing outward. "We should hurry my Queen. I will ensure nothing comes to harm from behind." |
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| Kitty Pryde | Jun 7 2012, 06:10 AM Post #5 |
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Kitty had been on edge recently, But then again it seemed like everyone had been on edge recently. With the transformations of some of the X-Men into little green monsters calling themselves 'Skrulls' claiming they are coming back to regain what was once theirs, as well as the scary transformation of Marrow into some parasitic organism that vowed to help kill the little green Skrulls. Things had taken a very scary and dangerous turn in the Utopia it seems the X-Men were no safer here than they were anywhere else in the world. Perhaps even more so in danger in the untamed wild then in the familiar setting of New York. However as much as it pained Kitty to admit you couldn't fight an Alien invasion and a parasitic bug attack on no sleep. So there was the unfortunate down time when she felt susceptible to being taken hostage and replaced by the aliens or infected by the bugs. Kitty tried to plan most of her sleeping during the days, When there were enough people to wake her up in case of an attack, Or keep a watch over in the event she was targeted by one of the new species. But as Kitty did try to get some rest, She tried to sleep very lightly these days anyway out of the fear from being swapped or infected a commotion was heard coming from one of the other rooms. The voices were faint coming from so far away. Something about Rahne, She had been doing something that caught the attention of some of the students and what it was didn't sound good. There was also another incident involving Kevin Ford. Two incidents happening simultaneously, Kitty didn't believe in coincidence. Rahne had taken the news of Artie very badly, Some say she almost devoured the boy, Nat'ren whole if Jean hadn't been there to stop her. So with the excitement surrounding Rahne Kitty jumped out of her bed wondering if Rahne found out a new skrull or something. But as Kitty made her way into the other room she saw the one who called herself the Brood Queen standing before Rahne, Jack and Wither. Kitty used the door as cover to peak in to see what was going on, She caught the tail end of what they were saying. “Did Kevin just call her... his queen” Kitty mumbled to herself. Upon further inspection of the room she noticed Jack was just as surprised as Kitty was to see Rahne and Kevin bowing down to this parasite. Kitty then slowly stepped out from behind the door and walked cautiously into the room. “Uh, Right... Rahne, Kevin. What in the... Are you doing. You are X-Men never forget that. You don't bow to....” Kitty was at a loss for what to call the being in Marrow's body for a moment, as she paused to articulate the proper word. “This... This... abomination.” Kitty continued to survey the situation wondering what kind of spell Rahne and Wither could have been put under by the parasite, She dared not fear that the two of them had been infected themselves. As the look of shock and horror began to fade from Kitty's face she finally locked eyes with the Brood Queen herself awaiting the next move from either side. |
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| Colossus | Jun 7 2012, 07:53 PM Post #6 |
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It wasn't really Piotr's favorite month. His powers were gone. Artie was gone. Marrow was gone. And most of his friends now spoke to him in a minimalistic manner. The las person to talk to him at length about anything not building maintenance related had been Dontae, and that had been an argument that had escalated fairly far. The last person to speak to him kindly had been Rogue, and he'd kissed her and made it a strange moment. So he'd stopped worrying about socializing, and had turned to his work and to training his flesh body again. When he wasn't working, he was practicing his fighting and taking time to familiarize himself once again with his swordsmanship. The Russian had even taken to practicing with a huge minigun, considering that he wasn't really the best suited for up close and personal work anymore, no matter how strong he was even as a baseline. He was never fond of guns, but he saw their usefulness when they were the only advantages he had. Today he was installing a new waterline near the younger girls' dorms, again. Why this particular area was always busting, he didn't know, but he was ever faithful in fixing it. He'd let his little crew go off to do some smaller projects, of which most of them seemed happy to not be with him anymore. To say he was pissed about all this shit he was catching from his friends and workers might have been an accurate description. Except nobody could hear it in anything he said when others were around. <Ublyudok! Syn suka!> he yelled as a piece of shattered metal sliced through his glove and into his palm. Already grabbing for it without thinking, Piotr only stopped himself after he buried his giant wrench into the sheetrock of the already messed up wall. Getting a look at his handiwork, the Russian rubbed his good hand over his face. <... Suka.> Jerking the pipe wrench free of the wall, Pete jumped at the sound of the blaring sirens telling him there was something wrong. Almost instantly his radio was spouting of information, the only thing he understood being the location of the disturbance, and he was charging down the hallway armed with a huge wrench and pretty much nothing else. He burst through to the scene to see Jack and Kitty staring a what used to be Sarah and two only slightly smaller monsters growing where people he recognized once stood, his radio to his lips already. "This is Piotr, I'm on the scene, we have the Parasite here with two more looking to join her kind. Jack and Kitty are with me but I'm... I'm not really sure what has happened yet or not, but just in case... We might need a bit of assistance." |
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| Moonstar | Jun 7 2012, 08:56 PM Post #7 |
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The whites surrounding Danielle's dark irises were completely visible as she silently rushed through the temple. Something was terribly- terribly wrong, and her nerves were clearly frayed as a result. Unless separated by a few dozen counties, Dani could always feel Rahne's presence buzzing in the back of her mind. While it was true that the intensity diminished significantly whilst in her human skin, the Scotswoman was always there all the same; even whilst unconscious. So one might understand the illusionist's panic when - after a series of bizarre urges and sensations coursed through her - there was nothing...no connection at all. Like a flat line on a heart monitor, there was no longer any pulse. The feeling (or lack thereof) was entirely harrowing, like the cold rush of wind one felt after breaking a comfortable and prolonged hug from a loved one. Only, you knew that was the last hug you would ever receive from them. The absence of her friend, and veritably her sister, left Danielle feeling surprisingly hollow and alone. They were, after all, about as close as two people could possibly be, but she hadn't realized how much she'd grown to depend on Rahne. What started out as a great inconvenience years ago now felt more like a limb, and Dani was left lame without it. Those were all selfish reason to worry, however, and all Dani could presently think about was Rahne's well being. What did this mean for her health, surely she wasn't...she wasn't dead. No that couldn't be it, Danielle simply wouldn't let it be. There was something else that didn't make sense; just before the wolf's mind was severed, an uplifting sensation that coupled simultaneously with suppression. As though she were raised up and squeezed out of existence. What could that possibly mean, if anything? The morbid thoughts urged the illusionist to move faster; there were precious moments at stake, and a second could make all the difference. Using the wolfgirl's last location as a compass, Dani threaded through students and hallways wordlessly. She didn't cease, not until she nearly bowled Jack over in her haste. "Jack wha- Rahne, we need to find..." But as Dani's panic ebbed and she took in her surroundings, her eyes followed the werewolf's and she registered the giant insects in the room. There was really nothing to say, so she just stared, her mouth gaping open and closed like a suffocating trout, as the monster that was once her best friend skittered next to the Brood Queen like a protective escort. She didn't know whether she should be relieved or discouraged at the sight. "Fuck me sideways..." She mumbled. There was another creature behind Marrow, but Danielle couldn't see it's features, she only hoped it wasn't one of the children. "Uh, Right... Rahne, Kevin." Danielle hadn't even noticed Kitty standing nearby. She was clearly letting the situation dull her senses, and she had to center herself...for Rahne, Marrow, and apparently Kevin's sake. "Right then." She said, glaring at the creature inhabiting her friend's mangled body. There was flash of bright light, and bow of roiling energy materialized in the illusionist's hand. She still couldn't sense Rahne, but that was no cause to give up on her. Arrow after arrow volleyed toward the retinue of chitinous creatures with deadly accuracy as Dani wordlessly attempted to beat them back. Perhaps her friends simply needed a tiny spark to wrench free or whatever seized them, and that much she could give them. "I don't understand what's going on here," She said as she nocked yet another neural arrow with lightning quickness. Her voice, much to her surprise and pleasure, came out strong and clear, belying her underlining fright. "...But I think it's safe to say we shouldn't let them touch us, or anyone else for that matter. Jack, are you with me?" |
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| Marrow | Jun 7 2012, 11:50 PM Post #8 |
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JP Marrow and Rachel Jack was there, along with Kitty, and it wasn't long before the one who had once been Rahne Sinclair joined her, which brought a smile to those cruel teeth, sharp and plentiful behind dead pallid lips. She stepped forward, running clawed fingers with hollow clacking across the budding Broodling's carapace before looking at Jack as he called her name. "Rahne? No more." She moved along, Kitty protesting, trying to appeal to them as her second chosen acolyte arrived, skittering behind her as he and his brethren opened a path for them, pointed out a route of escape down the hallway. "Momentarily." Kitty continued her protestations and the Queen laughed. "Your friends do not hear you. You will soon hear us all however. But for now we're going to leave, no fear however, because we will return to bring you into the fold. The Russian arrived, and The Queen felt an odd pang of recognition. The host had known this one fairly well. She would delight in making him Brood. She turned to leave, and her children turned in unison, but as she took those first steps down that hall a volley of force came at them. They pelted upon her, staggering her with their neural sting, sending her stumbling and reeling against the stone wall with a crash and sending the massive creature to a knee. To stun her mind was to throw a pebble at an ocean, however, and she recovered quickly. To frighten that mind was to speak to deaf ears; The brood were legion, instinctual, and they knew no fear, only conquest and expansion. The host however, the one called Marrow did, and as she lifted her head to face the attacker, that same cruel smile passed over her lips. "Touch you? We need not touch you, we are already inside you all. It is only a matter of time." In what was left of Marrow's mind the fears of a lifetime mounted upon her, wracking her psyche as it roiled against the bindings the brood had placed on it. Were this girls powers not so helpful, she'd have been done away with by now. Still, leverage was leverage. "Keep firing, Dani Moonstar. Your ally screams with every shot but it does nothing for us. I am sure she would like you to tell Sam good bye for her, though. That is one thought that has plagued her mind for months." She turned back down the hall. "Come, brood, we leave." "I don't think so!" A blaze of glowing force shot down the hall. She'd already sent an alert when she noticed the tricklings of fear broadcasting through the temple. The wave of force crashed against The Queen, against her Broodlings. Rachel was careful not to push too hard, these were friends, friends not in their right heads. Her feet swung under her in flight as she glided to the floor, watching what had once been Marrow et al skid backwards. She skidded to a halt as she exited the hallway, her father likely wasn't too far behind her; he didn't have the mobility options she did, but he was quick none-the-less. "Gonna shut you down." She said, eyes flaring as she delved into the hulking overlord's mind, but then it hit her like a ton of bricks, trillions of minds, all vile, evil. Rachel siezed, falling to her knees with a scream as she cradled her head. "Too much!" She shouted. "Too mu-nnnnrrrrgh!" The massive spines along the Queens back set her aright and she looked down at the pitiful creature before her. "You seek to control one but you will always find the many." Things were escalating now. They needed a distraction. Her head turned to the crowd so far gathered. She focused on the eyes of her next recruit. ::Jack, come, join your lover. Become one and become all. Uplift and become Brood:: The Queen looked back to the still wailing Rachel Summers, at the blood dripping from her nose to the floor. Her tail shivered, and poised itself to strike. |
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| Rusty Collins | Jun 8 2012, 03:22 AM Post #9 |
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Rusty was still mildly freaking out about Kevin when he hit the hallways. Glancing over his shoulder and hearing some very unnatural screeching sounds coming from somewhere he picked up his pace a little, sneakers slapping the tile floors as he booked it down the corridors in search of someone to help. He had this feeling, one that he couldn’t really put his finger on exactly. Whatever was going on here was a lot bigger than Kevin. Rusty wasn’t honestly sure what to make of any of it, right now he felt like his heart and stomach were rising into his throat. Rounding a corner his sneakers slipped on the tile and he very nearly lost his footing altogether-catching himself just before taking a nasty fast-paced spill by placing one open palm on the wall to steady himself. When he looked back up he realized that he was about to run straight into someone and he put on the brakes…too late. “Woah,” he shouted and wound up tripping over his own feet, nearly falling straight into Dani Moonstar who was blocking his path. He looked at her with wide eyes, and seeing a hint of the terror that he felt there he resisted the urge to grab her by the shoulders, looking instead at Jack and then around at the gathering of insect-like creatures that was all around him. Her words of warning…don’t let them touch you scraped at his nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard-but it was nothing like the chill he felt when he heard the other one talk and turned to catch a glimpse of what he only scarcely recognized as Marrow. Her proclamation was that they were all doomed. Like some sort of incurable disease this transformation was doomed to plague them all. Rusty found the reaction that always seemed to present itself when he was cornered and threatened. He got mad. Turning around his eyes blazed orange as he looked at Marrow and then at the creatures in front of him. Wisps of flame danced lightly about him, kept in check through force of will brought on by hours of disciplined training-but ready to be unleashed if need be. He saw Rachel push them back and watched as Marrow dropped to the ground and grabbed at her head. Flames engulfed his hands and he looked at the creatures in front of him with contempt. “I know one way to get rid of an infestation,” he said. Though whether his friends were actually trapped in those bodies or not he wasn’t sure. “Let’s find out if you’re fireproof.” |
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| Kitty Pryde | Jun 8 2012, 03:49 AM Post #10 |
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With the situation quickly escalating and more people showing up the Brood were about to make their move and perhaps leave the complex or go on to infect more students and staff until, Rachel the time traveling Summer's daughter arrived on scene threatening the Brood queen and using her telepathy in an attempt to shut down her brain functions and end this madness, as Kitty watched the young telepath get to work. It quickly became apparently that Rachel was no match for for the Brood Queen as Rachel screamed out in horror as she quickly became incapacitated from her mental attack while blood began dripping from her nose. Kitty looked back at the Brood Queen as Rachel, was still reeling from her attempted attack as the Brood Queen was showing signs she was ready to pounce and attack at the helpless Rachel, But before that could be done, Kitty pushed over to Rachel and grabbed her shoulders from behind ready to phase her through any attack the Brood Queen or her minions of X-Men sent there way. “Trying to help us huh” Kitty once again muttered, Thinking of the promises Marrow the Brood Queen made to help the X-Men exterminate the Skrulls. “You say help, But I think you mean the other thing.” Kitty added a bit louder. But now focusing more of her attention on the ailing Rachel. “Come on, You're alright... You're okay... But lets not try that again okay?” Kitty added speaking into Rachel's ears hoping she could hear here after the devastatingly backfired attempt to break into the Brood Queen's mind. As Kitty was hoping to get through to Rachel, She peeked an eye up to the Brood Queen once again to keep an eye on her movements. But the next thing Kitty knew there were more screams coming from around the Utopia Base. The next step of the escalation brought in Rusty Collins who made a quick assessment of the situation and immediately started charging up his hands proclaiming to see if the bug was fireproof. Kitty turned her head to see what Rusty was doing. “Rusty! No!” Kitty shouted hoping to stop the boy from attacking the Brood Queen in the middle of the Utopia Base. “Fire's not going to help right now. We can't afford to attack her and burn down our home, And I think she knows that. It would be a 'Pyrrhic Victory' anyway.” Kitty had figured the Brood Queen had been scouting the X-Men for a while now, Knowing their abilities, It seemed all their enemies were doing that these days. If Rusty tried to attack the Brood Queen and she turned the attack back on them like she did with Rachel, and the Utopia Base and or the Bodies of the Infected and bystanders were destroyed it would be a situation that there would be no coming back from, And with the base on fire it would only add to the panic and paranoia amongst the X-Men. “If we are going to fight these things, We can't risk collateral damage to the hosts and our home... But I got no objection to smashing them right Pete?” |
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| Psilord | Jun 8 2012, 07:22 AM Post #11 |
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Franklin had been pouring through the old news footage, one by one. It was like reading ancient history, even though it was really about twenty-five years before the time he oh-so-vaguely remembered. He was trying to figure out what the catalyst was that sent this world spiraling into that one. He had been sent back to fix something, something that would change so much that the people who had destroyed his world had sent someone back to kill him. What was it though? What was it that he needed to find? Spending hours and hours at the computer, in the library, reading whatever reports that Scott and the rest had managed to salvage from the ruins of their home. But nothing seemed drastic enough to cause such a horrible future. Nothing seemed tragic enough. Had he just gotten here too early? And why did he feel like there was still a piece of his life missing? It was not the alarms that woke Franklin Richards from where he had dozed off in the tropical warmth of this sealed off primeval jungle. It was the blast of Rachel's anguish that drove him backwards in his chair, his nose bleeding from the the psychic backlash. Wiping at the blood with the back of his hand, Franklin suddenly felt that surge of power, that strange ability that he still did not entirely understand, begin to buzz within him. He filled with turquoise light, and he folded reality to his whim. He did not know how to act on his own desires using these powers, but instinctively, his powers knew how to act. Across the temple complex from the library, near the area that had been transformed into an infirmary, a monster slammed her tail down, the spike meant to rip into the huddled woman at her feet, when a shift in the fabric of reality shone with a blue light, emanating from the outstretched hand of a time displaced twenty one year old godling, who happened to consider the intended victim someone he'd like to keep alive. The tail crashed downward, and the blue spread from Franklin's hand, and met the razor tipped spike, like a shield. The light held, and held fast, trapping the tail, but Franklin was nowhere as strong as the Brood creature, and the shield was pushed downwards, the spike forcing its way towards Rachel, who had drawn the monster's blood and therefore needed to die. The boy's eyes flashed, and his teeth gritted, against the strength it was taking to maintain the shield. until a momentum had developed like the revving of an engine before the vehicle was launched. "Leave... my... girlfriend... alone...." he growled, and the shield of light exploded in a brilliant flash and concussion, all angled towards the brood queen. The temple rocked with the force of the explosion, cracking the walls, streaking across the floor and up to the ceiling, shattered little bits of stone and dust raining down on the combatants with a groaning rumble as the enormous granite structure was rattled to its foundation. Franklin, though, in the wake of what had blasted from him, stood in a glowing aura of blue, and the power leeched from him, into the cracks his attack had made, sealing the rock back up, reacting the way he wanted it to, even though he had ceased to think about it anymore. With the Brood Queen coping from his attack, Franklin quickly bent his knees and scooped Rachel up off the ground, sweeping her around a corner, out of the line of battle for the moment. He wiped the blood from her face and said, "I thought we agreed. We fight together, not alone. You know you're no good without me." His teasing voice trembled a little with the exertion and the fear of what was happening here. |
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| Wolfsbane | Jun 8 2012, 05:03 PM Post #12 |
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"Mind yuir words, filthy degenerate! Our queen is glorious and majestic - a goddess amongst ye - not an abomination!" the Broodling snarled, bristling at the slanderous words of the little hominid. The natives... they reacted quickly. Some lecturing, babbling nonsense, some threatening with flames, and one... the young Broodling could not explain this reaction when she saw him. A pulse, a tingling... there was... some kind of feeling for this one, lingering feeling that felt wrong and oh so right at the same time. Her love... all of her love was owed to her queen. And yet... and yet she could not help but feel... She smiled slightly. She could smell it in him. She could smell themselves in him. He would be one with them, and this unexplainable connection she felt... maybe the queen would take pity upon her for this inexplicable emotion. Perhaps the queen would let her have the male. But then - pain. Flashes of light struck her carapace and caused pain. Pain in her mind, pain in her... what was it? Soul? More lingering affection, more love left behind from the host - but different. How could love be different? There was only one love - love for the queen, how could these creatures have different kinds? "Dani...?" the word rasped out, eyes narrowing under the assault. It was all so much. She reeled enough under the attack that the psychic's fruitless assault on the queen barely went acknowledged. She gave a great shake of her head, shrugging off the neural arrows as best she could before letting loose a loud, piercing howl of a roar as the lecturer and a boy of immense power - power so great she could smell it on him - both lunged in to defend the hapless psychic. "No..." she whispered as the boy's shield began to expand, and in that moment, the Broodling reacted, skittering forward to try and push the much larger queen out of its way, trying to save her queen. Because that was her duty. Service and sacrifice for the queen. The explosion was compact, yet potent - and it caused pain as rock and debris pelted them. This one was too much for them to deal with. They needed to leave. "We shall cover yuir escape, muh queen. We shall fight the vermin off, an' follow along shortly," she rasped out, reeling from the boy's attack. *** It had been days since the young pup had fled into the barren, horrid wilderness of this landscape. Or had it been weeks? Months? Time was... time moved differently. How long it had been, she couldn't tell. But memories began to return to her. Feelings. Strength. She was not some helpless newborn, dependent on her mo- dependent on Sarah for anything. She was strong in her own right. She was capable. And wherever here was, whatever here was, it was not where she was supposed to be. She had friends, she had family, she had loved ones who depended on her. And that meant she had to find a way home. No matter what happened, she had to find a way home, back to her friends, back to the one she loved. She was bigger now, stronger. She had grown since first leaving that cave. Rahne padded her way along dark, barren, and rocky expanses - desolate and alone. There seemed to be no end to the vast emptiness of this landscape. No end in sight, no way to know whether or not she was even going the right direction. Nothing but instinct, and instinct said that this was where she needed to go. She had no choice but to trust it. Instinct was all she had left. Out of nowhere, her entire body felt aflame. Agony untold, unprecedented as every iota of her being was consumed in this sudden onslaught of pain. "Dani...?" she gasped out amidst the pain. A name. Yes. Dani. Her dearest friend, her closest confidante. She remembered. She remembered Dani's laugh, Dani's smile. She remembered the pleasant tingle in the back of her brain that signified their psionic link - it wasn't there now, but she remembered it - and in so remembering... The pain subsided, and Rahne's eyes opened. Trees. The barren landscape had now sprung trees all of a sudden. She remembered her friend and the world became... more. That meant she was on the right track. She would find her way out yet. She would find her way home. And she had Dani Moonstar to thank for it. |
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| Kevin Ford | Jun 8 2012, 06:12 PM Post #13 |
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There were many faces that struck a bell to the host as they gathered into the room to gaze upon the majesty of their Queen. It was foolish to resist her, but some tried. In fury and fire the boy named Rusty moved to attack her, not understanding or fearing her importance. No! He couldn't allow this. Though he could not stop all of their attacks he would still try. Moving between Marrow and Rusty, Kevin moved to shove the boy back, hissing at the flames. They spoke of friends and home but he felt none of that. He had his Queen, what need did he have of other friends? Of other homes? If they fretted so very much over these things she could help even them. If they longed for companionship she could gift them with hers, as she already had with he and Rahne. They would be connected to thousands and all through one. All they needed was to understand. Franklin and Rachel. More recognition from the host. He did not want to think about that confusion, or of these people speaking up about 'x-men'. His pincers raised to attack Rusty in return, turning his attention back to the boy and his refusal. If he did not want such gifts, perhaps he was not worthy. A bad seed needed to be removed to prevent damaged to the rest. The area shook and debris started to fall, causing the changed boy to step back away from his target. She spoke words to Moonstar about her attacks hurting not only the Queen, but her host as well. Marrow, Sarah.... a person his own host had been familiar with. Not only did he feel the pang of anger from Kevin Ford about the subject, but his own fury about the attacks on the Queen. Though he had moved out of the fight for the moment, the mysterious boy was too great of a risk to the Queen. It seemed that the other, Rahne, had the similar train of thought. He felt nothing but love and the need to protect her. He had been blessed by her in more than just the removal of Hosts powers, but by this transformed state as well. He was stronger, faster, than Kevin Ford had been. All of his years of living and training with the Xmen was simply destiny leading him to this point for his Queen. "You attack our Queen without provocation. You seek to destroy that wish has done nothing but grant life and blessings. You foolish creatures!" Kevin crouched easily with his changed form, pinchers now moving threateningly. "I will protect her from you. You who prattle about friends and protecting people, yet attack those you claim to love. You do not know Queen therefore you do not know Love." |
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| Artie | Jun 8 2012, 06:48 PM Post #14 |
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He had watched and he had seen what happened to Marrow, which hurt him in a sentimentality that he wasn't supposed to have. But Nat'ren had been Artie for over a year, and he wasn't the trained warrior that he made himself out to be. He was only a neonate, a child, in actuality just a little younger than the boy he had been mimicking but only by an infinitesimal amount. There was a problem sometimes, the Old Guys said as they taught each sect. Their race had no concept of personal identity, because of what had been done to keep them from total de-evolution. They had names simply for practicalities sake, they had family units only to protect the neonates. Nat'ren was not known as that little boy with the bright smile, or who had learned to count at a young age. He was just one neonate out of hundreds, distinguished only because he had looked the Queen in the eye when she came to choose one of his sect to emulated a captured child. But in that year, he had fallen victim to what the Old Guys called "Duplication Confusion." His fragile sense of self had gotten too entangled in his stolen persona, and now, though he was determined to be a good skrull warrior, he mourned those who he had betrayed. What had happened to Marrow though? That was a whole nother thing, wasn't it? Since the full transformation happened, he had mourned her, because he knew she was dead, and he warned Mr. Scott that they should kill her, of course they should. Marrow was dead, and that thing? Well, it was going to do to these people what had been done to his people. He thanked He Who Loved Them that the shields were locked around the Savage Land, even though it meant that his act to protect the X-Men he shamefully thought as family trapped them here with the Brood, the Harbinger of Bad Times. Nat'ren hoped with everything in them that this attack on these superheroes would be repelled and the Brood eradicated. He was afraid they might not be strong enough, though. Nat'ren, still kept in the isolation tent because Utopia didn't really have jail cells, watched the battle, with wide eyes, and his green fists clenched. The X-Men who came to fight weren't the grown up ones, not Mr. Scott, not Miss Jean, but they were hurting the Brood Queen and her children, which Nat'ren saw one was Miss Rahne, which made him want to cry, a very unSkrully action though, so he ignored the tears on his cheeks. It was Dani and Rachel who seemed the most able to hurt the Brood, because Rusty's fire wasn't really good to use indoors, but then Franklin showed up with a blue light bright enough to hurt Nat'ren's eyes. Whatever he did, it made the whole temple rock and crack, and a large chunk of rock from the ceiling crashed down on top of the plastic isolation tent, bringing it down on Nat'ren's head. By the time he scrambled out of his plastic prison, Franklin had swept Rachel out of the way, and the Brood were calling for their Queen to retreat, to escape out into the Jungle. "NO!" he shouted, forgetting for a moment that these people were his enemies and probably wouldn't listen to him, "NO! If you let her escape, everything will be Bad Times! You can't let her loose because she will do to you what she did to us! The Brood don't stop until everyone is monsters! Kill her now! Kill them all! It's the only way!" |
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| Colossus | Jun 9 2012, 12:41 AM Post #15 |
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Here came Dani, and Rusty, both arriving mere moments after Piotr stopped squawking on the radio, and he felt a little better. Both of them could actually do something to the Bugs. Dani had those mind arrows and Rusty could charbroil them if all else failed. But hopefully it didn't escalate that far. So far Kitty was trying to talk the three down. The Queen laughed. "Your friends do not hear you... We will return to bring you into the fold. As the thing that had once been Sarah, his friend, turned to go, it stared at him for a moment. He didn't know what or why it did, but the pause gave Pete an opening to do... What? He had no power, he was the weakest one here. Even kitty could get inside them and take something out if need be. He was really just in the way. What could he do? Well fuck it, he had to try something. He took a step forward and reached out a hand to the Queen. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but maybe t would buy them all some time. "Come on, Tovarischa, come back to me. Come back to us and we can fix all this." he wanted to get closer, see if he could reach Sarah, despite what the Bug said, but then Dani was firing her arrows and Pete had to move or get hit. Of course, as good a shot as Dani was, he probably could have stayed put and been safe. To no avail did Dani's arrows amount. Sarah's replacement regained her footing and made to leave again. And that's when help came in a big way, wrapped in a small red haired girl who had all the powers of Jean. "Alright Rachel." he said as he fumbled with the radio. Those Brood would be done for now, he figured, watching Rachel save Dani before engaging in battle with the Queen. "This is Piotr Rasputin again. Rachel is on the scene, and we might have the situation under cont- son of a bitch!" The Brood Queen had vested Rach, setting her to howling in pain, and poised to strike his friend down with her sharp tail. "Disregard! The Brood have overpowered Rachel!" Rusty was close to take Rachel's spot as the primary attacker, just about the same time that Franklin swooped in and Shielded Rachel from harm. Anyone could tell the boy was gearing up to roast the Brood and anyone else in the hallway, but Kitty stopped him. The two smaller ones, Rahne and Kevin, we're moving to protect their Queen as Kitty spoke. "If we are going to fight these things, We can't risk collateral damage to the hosts and our home... But I got no objection to smashing them, right Pete?” Right Pete? Right, Pete? Why was she looking to him? Suddenly Piotr was standing on a razored edge of decision. He was weak, he was powerless, and he was vulnerable. But he'd also gone into a dinosaur infested jungle with nothing to him but a knife and spent five days alone. Yet he'd returned unconscious via the aid of natives. He'd bested a savage shark mutant. And almost died in the process. "NO! If you let her escape, everything will be Bad Times!" Pete was shocked to see the little green kid who had become Artie closing in on them and screaming advice. Bad Times? Wasn't that what he'd been told had made Nat'ren's kind the way they were now? So, now that people were looking at him, what was he? X-Man, or Civilian? He was here. That's what he was. X-Man or not, he was here. And he was done being scared of being mortal. "Screw it... Dani, work on the smaller ones! They seemed to be affected more than the Queen. Rusty, keep it just toasty enough to discomfort them. No big fires! Kitty, if one of them tries to break for it, put them in a wall! Me and Jack have the Queen until back up arrives!" He wasn't a leader, he didn't like to be. He was just a wrecking ball that could move. But right now he had a wrench and nothing else. Of course he charged the thing that used to be Sarah. He just hoped he and Jack were enough to handle it for now. |
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