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John Brown's Raid; [Armory Assault Team]
Topic Started: Jun 16 2012, 12:29 AM (718 Views)
Callisto
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Several hours after It's Not Adversity That Kills


She lay there in the grass. In the dark. This was a place of dims and darks, and it suited her. It was here in the dark spots in time that she was at her peak. Her eyes, both of them, a concept still new and strange to her, scanned over the encampment. High Stone walls lined with turrets and guards aplenty. This was it, had to be. Occasionally some heavy treaded vehicle would emerge or enter. If she moved to the right spot she could see crates being loaded into or unloaded from the various warhouses.

The winds in this place, this Skrullos, were loud, and despite that her ears plucked the conversation of the guards nearest them out of the air. Those men, still a good hundred and fifty yards ahead, had already been informed of the break-out, of the destruction that had befallen the prison. She couldn't make out their odd, throaty pidgin, but she could see the sudden concern on their faces, the wariness.

"Oh yes, little pretty." Callisto thought. "There be apes about tonight."

She looked back to her crew. Her little detachment. There were people she knew, mostly, though she'd only heard of the one that went by Cloak before. He'd run across Daredevil before, she thought, and that was likely where she'd heard of him. Madrox and Carosella she knew from the Factor. They were annoying and loud but good in a fight and, despite what one might suspect, they knew how to get real when the call for it came.

The old guy though, Fracture, he called himself, she didn't know him. He apparently knew her, though that had been the impostor he'd met. They'd scouted together, he and that false Callisto, helped to take down some master lair back Earthside. Just who ran that lair would have to bear explanation later. As it stood, she knew what he could do and where he would fit in.

And then Artie. She'd told him to stay with that Doctor back in the Hollow, but he'd followed her out regardless. She let it slide. She'd take better care of him anyhow.

That was their team. Six folks to take down a weapons depot. She looked back to them.

"Ya'll heard it the first time but I'ma go on and say it again. "We pack up as many of them tank trawlers with as much ordnance as we can, the rest..." She looked at Fracture, pulling the rag from her forehead, ringing out the sweat. "You sink it into the ground once we're clear. Take as many of those green things with it when you do. We want them to know why we're top cow."

She looked then to Madrox and Guido. "Multi. I need as many of you as I can get. Carosella. You do what you do best once we're inside."

She tapped at the gauntlets adorning her fore-arms, stolen tech, adjusted the belt around her hips, now lined with. Sharpened bits of wood and shrapnel scrounged during the breakout before looking to Tyrone.

"You tap shadows right? I know guy jumps around with that stuff. You able to do that too? Could be the easiest way in, otherwise..." She looked back at the massive concrete wall surrounding the armory and then back to Fracture. "...Way in might be a little louder."

She reached instinctively to a pocket at her hip, finding only the flat fabric of her prison jumpsuit beneath the stolen Skrull gear. No cigarettes. Old habits and all, then she looked to Artie, kneeling down beside him.

"You. You stay close to me, got it? You keep these guys lookin as many different ways as you can huh? Let your mind run wild, kid, but stay close. If we get split up, you find a place to hide, and keep em scrambled from there, okay?"

She gave him a smile, the only one she'd given since the last time she'd smiled to him, back in the Skrull's prison, and then looked back at her crew.

"Well, we got two ways in."

She looked at Cloak. "Quiet?"

She looked then to Fracture. "Or Rowdy."

Either way, asses were about to be kicked.
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The gaseous form of Tyrone Johnson, laid as best it could in the grass. The dark and by proxy the night were the best times for Cloak to be operating, as it was easier to hide a being made of pure darkness when light was at a minimum. Even though it was dark and he was in his gaseous form he couldn't help but feel exposed, Without his cloak he had, had to eschew from wearing any form of clothing to give him maximum potential with his powers, though this left him looking like nothing more than a black gaseous cloud with a head attached it.

Out of everyone on this team Tyrone only knew of two people the first being Artie, a student from the school and Callisto; the leader of the Morlocks. He'd just finished getting a good look at the other members of this guerrilla squad when Callisto addressed him.

"You tap shadows right? I know guy jumps around with that stuff. You able to do that too? Could be the easiest way in, otherwise..."

Tyrone knew of plenty of teleporters, though it was something that he had never tried himself, of course he was an expert at sending people through one way portals into the darkforce where they would slowly have their life force drained from them, but he'd never had to bring anyone out.

"In theory I suppose I could.. I've never tried it, I didn't see any people that could generate light with us either. We'd need one of them to drive the shadows back while we were traveling." A hint of uncertainty crept into Tyrone's voice as he spoke. The truth was he didn't understand the machinations of his powers and he didn't want to throw the risk of a mishandled teleport into the cooking pot of this already rather hazardous mission.

"My vote goes for Rowdy. Though I can give us some cover to shield our approach."

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Jamie Madrox
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It had taken a while, but the captives had all managed to get free, and little by little they all had found a way toward a meeting place…a solitary point of unity where the wounded could meet, broken and bleeding, and getting their bearings. The more they talked with one another, the more a sense of strength seemed to ripple to the surface. Jamie’s multiple had thrown his voice in to the mix when they started taking a reading on where they were and what they needed to get out of here. The question on all of their minds, how exactly they had gotten there was something that would for the time being go unanswered.

Though Jamie remembered enough. And he suspected the others did as well.

“So we’re stuck with Callisto?” Guido said softly to him when they had a moment alone. “I thought she wanted to cut off your wienie and stick it in your ear or somethin’?”

Ignoring the blatantly disgusting imagery, Jamie looked over at Callisto. “Something tells me that wasn’t the real Callisto,” he said. Though honestly he wasn’t exactly sure. He wasn’t sure of a lot of things, such as how long he’d been here. He suspected, but didn’t know for sure, that he had been here longer than anyone. Though maybe everyone felt that way. “Even so, there are some things that draw people together when the time requires it. And right now, we need her.”

"Multi. I need as many of you as I can get. Carosella. You do what you do best once we're inside."

He listened while biting his tongue and trying not to say anything right off the bat. Everyone had their orders (including himself) and that was fine, but…”There’s something you might want to know,” he offered up with a slight amount of embarrassment. “I’m not Prime.” He looked around, trying hard not to sound like he was confessing to something like erectile dysfunction. But he did feel a little impotent right now. Not sure if she was getting it, he clarified the numbers for Callisto. “As many as you can get is….” He clapped his hands once, and a dupe popped out. “Two.” The other one, bearded like the first took a bow. “But we do work well together,” the new one suggested.

And it was true. They had learned how to communicate on a much higher degree over the past many months. In fighting with Bishop they had learned how to complement each other, working together like the finest military units. Though they were only two, Jamie did not doubt that they could be effective. “We might need some guns,” one of them said.

“I vote for Rowdy,” Guido said with a grin. “I’m itchin’ to knock tha ugly offa these mugs.”
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Fracture
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So this is this world, he mused to himself as he laid in the soft grass of this strange world. It was indeed a world and it did indeed had earth or soil, but it was far different than the caress of Mother Earth. It was alien, foreign, and somewhat toxic. Once he had connected with it, it almost left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he would have to get used to it in order for them to do their job. After they had broken free, they had split up into groups to take down different parts of this Skrull army. Once his feet had touched solid ground he had connected to the ground, feeling its difference. Suppressing an intial shudder through his system, Lucian had joined and gotten his power back.

Having joined a team that would take down the armory, he was beside the original Callisto. Fracture had worked with her once, but it turned out that she was her copy. In truth Lucian preferred this Callisto, she seemed more down to Earth and a realist about many things. Tuning back into the conversation as she looked at him and addressed him about sinking the armory, he smiled at her. "Sinking it is simple but effective," he said as she addressed the others.

His eyes scanned the others gathered around. A small pink youth who he saw wield what seemed like a solid light projection of Thor's Hammer, a shadow manipulator, a duplicator and strongman. The last three he knew to be an X-man and X-Corps. Two divisions that had often fought against Lucian. Hopefully their current predicament would work in the older man's favor. As Callisto again looked at him in regard to the concrete wall and asking him if he wanted rowdy he offered her a very malicious grin. "I say rowdy," he said wincing at a bruise around his eye "It's time to pay these green bastards back. Sorry for the words little one" he said nodding at Artie "but they need to die and very painfully."
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She looked to the lot of them, nodding in acceptance. Rowdy it was. Ah, well. Quiet was boring anyhow. Callisto turned again, looking to the high wall. There was no climbing it, but luckily they didn't need to. With Fracture, walking through walls became as much a valid strategy as anything, an as she primed the odd gloves on her hand, Skrull-fashioned armor sheathing over her torso she hoisted Artie up wordlessly. "We make as quick a run for the wall as we can. Keep spaced out in case they get a chance to fire up those turrets up there. Don't stop moving, don't look back. Fracture, I want you to get a hole in that wall as wide as you can, don't give them a choke-point to murderhole us with."

She squinted, peered at the rooftops poking above the battlements. "I spy two big buildings and one little one. One of 'em's gott be a hangar, the other's likely a depot. Small one's probably processing or somethin." Of course this was based on what she knew about warehouses and shipping yards on Earth. She could have been totally off the map here. "Madrox y Madrox, you go with Cloak and take one. Me, Artie and Fracture here'll take the other. Keep low and quick and don't let them hit you with them laser weapons." She reiterated that as if it needed reiterating.

Looking down to Artie, she stooped. "You gotta be real brave again, bud. You gotta make sure they're lookin' any way but at us. She threw her head to her shoulder. "Hop up."


Artie nodded as he looked off at the building off in the distance. He listened to what Callisto told him to do and he nodded. She'd been gone for some time, and she didn't know what he could do. She didn't know how hard he'd been practicing since she sent him to the school. Artie didn't know that the school had been blown up. He didn't know about Utopia. He didn't know about what had happened in the year he had been gone.

But he remembered the lessons he had been taught before that.

She was going to carry him across over to the building and he was ok with that. Scrambling up onto her back, he suddenly got an idea. Looking around them, he put a hologram over them, one that blended in perfectly with their surroundings. Beneath it, he tapped Callisto on the shoulder and pointed at the others around them. Should he do it to everyone?


She looked to the others, through Artie's hologram. Casting a look back at him, she gave a sound nod. "Get us hidden, good kid." She let go a short chuckle and looked back to the wall. "Alright everyone. Mad Dash. Fracture, I want that wall splitting the second we take off, it better be open wide the second we get to it or this is all gonna end real fast."

She looked then to Cloak. Between Artie's lights and yer dark clouds we oughtta be pretty much invisible, still, once that wall's crackin' they're gonna wanna stop it. So y'all move quick. I ain't pickin anyone else up."

Her head turned back to the wall. "On three..."

"Three!"

She took off at a bull run, rushing down the rocky hillock towards the wall, bounding in strides as wide as she could muster. "Hold on to your butt, kiddo." She held on to Artie's arms as she ran, already feeling the vibrations in the ground. This was all in the timing. Keep moving, keep quick, and these cabbage-chinned dweebs'd fall apart. They were expecting easy.

Morlocks didn't know what easy meant.


He had to control his fears but he was going to be an X-Man someday, and that meant he had to be brave. He kept his eyes open and he kept the holograms as tightly around the group as he knew how to, trying to do his part. He was the youngest captive here, and he couldn't just be a little kid.

Not if he wanted to survive to see his home again.
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Tyrone had his orders, he looked across to the two Madrox's nodding to the pair before he turned his attention back to the facility, he squinted his eyes trying to get a good glimpse of their foes before the fun started.

"Those with me stay beneath the clouds of darkness, while beneath them the Skrull wont be able to see us." The weakness that had taken over Cloak while he had been forced to revert to the human form of Tyrone was long gone, all that was left was the X-Man with the confidence to do what needed to be done when the time called for it. With the mission about to start, Cloak focused on drawing the gaseous cloud of pure darkness onto Skrullos,

The darkness poured out from the very center of Cloak's being, it began to coil its way up around Cloak's body reaching his head before fanning out like an umbrella above Cloak giving them a shield against the Skrull's sight.

Then came the orders to move out, his gaseous form floated over the ground towards the compound, as he moved so did the dark shield that was keeping them hidden, his mind was carefully focused on making sure the cloud followed him wherever they went.

As the war drums grew closer as did the ever talking voice of Cloak's hunger, there was going to be death on these grounds today and it was making sure that Tyrone offered his tribute to the dimension that has kept him alive for so long.
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Turning a grim eye toward the wall, Guido frowned. Admittedly, his eyesight wasn’t the greatest. Even with the corrective coke-bottle lenses he could only barely make out the shapes of something that looked like the pinnacle of a couple of buildings. On this, he had to trust Callisto’s visual perception-and he had to admit…her judgment seemed sound as hell.

Looking around at the group, he sized them up. Sounded like they were splitting up to take two buildings at once, and he tried to figure out which team needed some backup. Callisto and Fracture looked like they could hold their own, though Callisto might be a little distracted while on babysitter duty. Madrox was pretty good in a scrap, though offensively speaking really didn’t have any natural firepower…and he didn’t know a damn thing about Cloak other than his name and wardrobe seemed to suggest someone might have played a little too much Dungeons and Dragons as a kid. Though honestly if he had to put money on it, he’d say Cloak could hold his own…and it was precisely that sort of intuition which had made him a very good bodyguard in his past life.

For the most part Guido had been given carte blanche to do what he do, which was fine. He didn’t need direction. He’d play it by ear somewhat, but most likely tag along on Jamie’s team. For the most part his hide was impenetrable, and he could shield the others from attack if he managed to get in the lead.

The plan was simple enough, Jamie gave it that much. Go, take over buildings-kill aliens and get their laser guns. He’d played enough Halo to feel pretty comfortable in all of those areas. The two grizzly dupes looked at one another. It was better this way. Simple plans gave plenty of room for the inevitable improvisation. They honestly had no way of knowing what was over there, hangars and depots…it could just as easily be strip clubs and water parks. They were dealing with a completely different species here.

Still, he had to admit that it only made sense to put important buildings on the other side of a huge wall. Strategically speaking they had all the markings of highly significant erections. But there wasn’t much time for musing on erections. Callisto gave the cue and before anyone had a chance to throw in their two cents, they were already charging headlong into the unknown. Jamie kept to the rear, his perceptive eyes sharp as each dupe scanned in opposite directions to get a wider view of the field they were crossing. Gladly listening to Cloak’s advice, the two multiples stayed close and were swallowed up by an impenetrable darkness that fanned out behind him.

Guido on the other hand moved with incredible speed, charging to the forefront to work as a living shield should these frogs open fire on his team. The earth shimmied and shook, the vibrations traveling along tectonic plates and up ahead he thought he saw an enormous crack break into the rapidly approaching wall. Resisting the urge to shout ‘Spooooooon!’ Guido lowered his shoulder and prepared for potential impact.
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Fracture listened to what was going to be done, hearing the original woman, not the clone. She was a far better leader than the alien, considerate and caring about those around her. It was a nice change to see a leader actually considerate instead of being rude. Looking at the little pink kid as he sat there and directed his motives with little glowing symbols over his head. Smiling he chuckled at the little man and how brave he was. The plan was very sound, camouflage them to look like bushes, sneak up and take em by surprise, his type of plan. The only thing he was worried about was the control over the earth. It was different and he could feel it fighting against him. When they rose to their feet and started to charge towards them he was surprised to see that they were surrounded by an illusion image of grass.

Smiling Fracture clenched his fists as they got closer to the walls. "Time to give these aliens a taste of mutant powers," he said with a soft smile as he thrust his fists out as they reached the wall. The concrete exploded outwards in a massive burst showering the guards with debris and shrapnel. Drawing residual concrete from the wall, he wrapped them around his fists and created giant wrecking ball sized maces. Swinging them by his sides he lashed out and smacked them into a trio of aliens that had ran out of a nearby shack.

"LETS CAUSE SOME HAVOC!" he cried stepping out of the illusion and leaping into the air stamped down onto the ground. A massive shockwave left his feet, knocking any aliens to the ground avoiding his comrades. Slamming his right foot again he created a small army of arms shot out of the land to snare anyone aliens that grew close. "Oh this shall be fun, Callisto have a weapon," he called to her drawing a hammer sized piece of purple stone out of the ground.
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The lot of them bolted for the wall. The Skrull had little time to react, much less notice their approach, and by the time they were only a few dozen feet out she could feel the tremors of Fracture in her teeth as a shallow crack snaked up the massive wall before it crumbled and exploded outward. Callisto instinctively ducked her head, counting on Artie's hardlight to protect her passenger. When she looked up, the plume of dust was thick and gray even in the night, the lights of the depot beyond the only thing giving hints of shape, and as she spilled through the wall, she was thankful for it. It gave them even more cover.

Dropping to her knees she slid across pavement behind an outcropping letting Artie down before standing again, Fracture already upon her, calling a stone mace from the ground and offering it. She shook her head, spreading her hands as the snaking tendrils of light shot forth from the gloves, each one linked to her nervous system, following her mental orders. It was a good sign, the tendrilous arms moved jerkily, but there was compatability there, and as the Skrull forces began to mount towards them, they were met with lashings from their own technology as myriad writhing arms pulled at their necks and arms, wrenching bones free and ligmaents apart as she slammed them to the ground, stomping heads and ribs alike as she sidled towards the door of their pre-chosen target.

"Rocky, get that door open, Artie, lay up some cover and give 'em something fancy to deal with."

The tendrils faded out and she reached to her belt, flinging sharpened flechettes of metal into a crowd of approaching cabbage kids, striking them in what she knew as the vital points of a human. It was efficient at dropping them, though obviously these things were resliant, and no sooner has she lashed her arms around anothe, some of them began to get back up.

These she strangled with the odd energies protruding from the stolen weapons.

No matter how fast one can heal, one still needs to breath.

Eyes bulging, she kept an eye in every direction. "Whoever gets the vehicles, get them ready asap!" She shouted. "There ain't gonna be a manual so use yer noodle!"
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Sliding off of Callisto's back, Artie pressed his back against the wall as he heard her orders. He nodded and as the grown ups began their assault, charging forward, Artie Maddicks, who wanted nothing more in his life right now than to be as brave as they were, closed his white eyes and then, began to sculpt his hard light. It wasn't just a matter of thinking something and making it happen. This was not a weapon like some might think. It was his way of speaking, and the X-Men and their school had taught him how to use the pictures of his words for defense, to protect himself.

He almost never used it for offense.

He had never done what he was doing right now.

Artie, hidden out of sight of the Skrulls began to talk, describing those people who had protected him all these years, who had grown to love him and who he had grown to love. In front of him, figures began to take shape and Artie opened his eyes to see the faintly shimmering army he had created.

Cyclops, tall and straight, his visored eyes already starting to scan the battle. Phoenix, rising in a holographic fire that did not burn. Wolverine, crouched low, his claws out, gleaming to perfect points. Wolfsbane, half lady half animal, teeth fanged and grit protectively. Iceman, Colossus, Archangel, Sunspot, Rho... everyone he could remember, every X-Man he knew, every X-Man he thought could save them. Artie looked up at them and a smile crossed his face then, as he heard the assault on the building begin in earnest, he flexed the telepathy that he had been practicing, and he gave his X-Men an order.

::Protect us::

Not kill. Not destroy. Protect.

The holographic X-Men responded to his order, and he began to tell a tale of great battle, as the shimmering images mimicked their fleshy counterparts powers with hardlight, concussive beams made solid by his powers, blasts crashing into the wall. The small army's numbers had just doubled, and Artie spoke an epic story of an epic battle, hoping to goodness that by the time the skrulls realized that they had been tricked, Callisto and the other grown ups were safe and their mission completed.

Artie watched over the wall, and he spoke his hopes out loud in the forms of heroes. The word of a child can be a very powerful thing.


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Guido didn’t bother shielding his face as the quickly approaching wall suddenly imploded. Baring his teeth he charged through the debris, straight toward a couple of stunned looking sprouts. Grabbing their heads in his enormous hands, he slammed them together. There was a dull crack on impact as their heads caved and without hesitating Guido grabbed one of their limp bodies by the neck and hurled him at another group that was positioned on the other side of a newly formed rocky barricade.

He only barely registered the glutinous green sap on his hands.

Glancing over his shoulder he witnessed Callisto drop a couple more Skrulls with a fistful of projectiles, and then he turned to Jamie’s dupes with a scowl. The dupes didn’t have much in the way of protection. “All those months trainin’ with Bishop better pay off,” he muttered to him and then hit him lightly on the shoulder. And then, “We’ll take tha building on the right.”

Without hesitation the dupes hurried after him, ducking as missiles zipped past-narrowly missed their heads. The two looked around with sharp eyes at what looked to be in danger of becoming a warzone. They stopped at the edge of the structure and Jamie looked up. “I give up,” he said, “where’s the doors and windows?”

Right on cue, Guido balled up a fist and smashed it into the side of the building. The metal conceded a little, but didn’t break. Rearing back he put a little more into the next hit, his fist tearing through the metal and creating a sizable hole. With his other hand he pulled in opposite directions, widening the hole until it was big enough for the two of them to go through.

The dupes were through first, taking a quick glance over at the enormous (and open) door on the adjacent wall. They looked at Guido with a smirk as he squeezed through, but didn’t bother saying anything about it. “Over here,” one of them said, heading over to a strange looking all-terrain vehicle. The dupe hopped in, taking a look over his shoulder at a couple of strange looking weapons in the back seat. “I’ll drive,” he said as he fumbled around with the dashboard until he felt the thing roar to life.

Guido barely had a chance to get in before the thing took off. With Guido in the back, a dupe at the wheel and the other dupe toying with what looked like a rifle, they sped toward the open door. Suddenly the rifle fired and a vehicle on the other side of the building exploded into flame.

The dupe and Guido shared a quick glance.

“Cool,” they said in unison.
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Now Fracture was enjoying himself. The stone morning stars he had created were wreaking havoc into the aliens that had come to defend the outpost. For the older man he was having the best time of his life causing revenge against the aliens that had caught him, beat him and imprisoned him in a steel box. The satisfying crunch of a skull at the end of one of his maces made him smile before he spun and with a backhand swing crushed another's leg before bringing the mace's twin in an overhead loop and crushing its chest with a splatter of green blood.

When Callisto called at him to open the door he swung around to look at her before his eyes widened in shock. It looked like the entire team of the X-men were standing before him. Cyclops, Wolverine, Wolfsbane, Colussus, and others were all standing before him. "Oh bollocks this can't nae be good," he said his accent slipping out. Crossing his morning-star covered arms in defense, Lucian stood prepared to be attacked but instead was surprised when they went after the aliens. It wasn't until he saw the little boy hiding behind the wall before realizing that it was probably him that had created them. "Boy that is an amazing power! Well done," he cheered at him.

Turning to the wall that Callisto had suggested that he knock down, he turned and using both maces smacked the wall down in an explosion of rock outwards. After the dust had settled he was impressed with the collection of weapons, gear and battle suits standing waiting for use. "Doors open, time te get out of Dodge," he said before swinging both his maces together again squishing an aliens head.
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She peaked over some cover, having scrambled behind a stone to avoid incoming fire, and when she lunged out, those hard-light tendrils reached down to her belt, throwing a volley of shrapnel with keen intent into a crowd of approaching troopers. They hit important spots. These things were hard to kill, but easy to incapacitate, at least for a time. Ankles, elbows, pressure points, throats. Shards of stone and metal, prison shivs and other handmade improv weapons found their homes and felled many of them, and she took the chance to advance as Artie's illusions, some of them, marched into the building carrying crates of the odd Skrull weaponry tirelessly towards the motor depot.

The door came down, thanks mostly to Cloak and Fracture, and as Guido and the Multiple Man's stolen vehicle roared out into the open, she moved back, trying to keep the Skrull's eyes on her and any nearby holograms to avoid them finding out just what they were pulling.

She rolled out of the way of some incoming artillery the impact so close by sending her rolling across the ground. Her head pounded with the sound of it, her ears rang with loud and droning noise as the flash blared her vision white. She scrambled to her feet, guiding herself by smell and touch, honing in on Artie, making sure to steer clear of him so as not to lead the Skrulls to him. As her vision started to return, water streaming from them, she shook off the disorientation, peeking around her cover at the direction it'd come from.

A holographic tendril wrapped around her last knife, gripped it, pulled it from the make-shift bandoleer. As the acuity returned to her eyes, she honed in on the wall-mounted canon. They didn't see her, but her eagle-eye vision saw them, their gun, and the bright glow of whatever power-source fueled the thing.

A few quick calculations ran through her head and she lunged over her cover, bounded forward, lept over a cropping of broken down stone wall.

"Guys! Get Artie, get that Cargo, and get outta here!"

They spotted her, aimed, and as they fired, she let loose.

The knife sailed with her strength through the air, hilt over heft, butt over blade, and it clocked on dead in the face rebounding and planting itself into the guns power source. In that same instance the flashing, disintegrating heat bore down on her, and despite her reflexes she was not quick enough to evade its range, throwing her arms up as she became white-washed in light.

An explosion rocked the wall, taking out the top of it.


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“Keep it steady, blork!” Gripping the side of a vehicle that would make George Lucas throw up, Guido cast a reprimanding scowl at the pilot multiple. “You drive like a water buffalo in heat.” Which maybe wasn’t completely fair. They were in no man’s land, driving a convertible alien smart car while the native Cabbage Patch Kids fired frikkin’ laser beams at their heads.

Another day another dollar.

The navigating dupe didn’t pay him too much mind. They were all stressed and tired. Plus, by no fault of his own Guido was a stupid-head. Keeping his attention on the strange controls in front of him, he finally got the hang of it, and they lurched backwards into their seats as the vehicle roared out of the building with a ball of fire erupting behind them.

“Okay,” said the other dupe. “Swing over and get the others.”

“One problem,” the driver said. “I haven’t exactly figured out how to stop.”

Heaving a sigh, Guido shook his heavy head. “Just get us close enough and I’ll fish ‘em out.” They unexpectedly barreled through a very realistic image of Cyclops and Guido blinked his eyes a little, expecting the X-Man to go flying. Instead he just passed right through the cab and wound up behind them, firing crimson beams of imaginary concussive force at the enemy as if nothing had happened at all.

Guido looked back just as they neared Artie, and he reached down and grabbed him by the scruff of his collar. “Alley OOP!” He tossed him in the back just as the dupe with the weapon fired another shot. The resulting explosion temporarily silenced a small group of Skrull guards, and the hard left bank that the vehicle took almost sent Artie and the dupe in the back seat flying out of the cab.

But they neared Cloak and Guido extended his arm, clasping forearm to forearm and hauled him up and into the back without bothering to see where he landed. In the heat of things as it was, he doubted he was gonna get extra points for style. Expecting it this time, they all held on as Jamie banked hard again and sent them toward the fallen Callisto. She’d obviously been hit, but there was no way to assess exactly how bad the damage was. As she quickly got closer and closer, Guido held onto the side of the vehicle and leaned way down.

The timing had to be perfect.

“A little closer,” he muttered and then reached down to grab her around the waist. Scooping her up he pulled her into his lap and leaned back. “Good thing she’s out cold,” he said. “I got tha feelin’ this wouldn’t fly otherwise.”

The dupe looked over at Callisto leaning against Guido’s giant arms like a sleepy lover and shuddered a little as he accelerated back through the gaping hole in the wall. Was it his imagination or did he hear a loud rumbling behind him?
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Fracture spun to look at the approaching vehicle that broke through the wall with a roar and blasting flame. Staring in awe as the three men drove out of the storage room and towards them, Lucian just shook his head. Though the millisecond it took to look at the machine was enough as he turned and got a fist to the face, knocking him off his feet and to the ground. Thankfully the earth reacted and concaved around him cradling him before it pushed him back to a standing position. That was one thing he loved about his connection to the earth, he didn't even have to think that much and the earth moved on its own accord to his thoughts.

Lashing out with his maces he crushed the offending Skrull's knee cap watching him crumble to the ground. Spitting into the green skinned face, he brought the other mace towards his head splintering the jaw bones and shattering the side of its head. "Take that ye bastard," he said to the dead body. Turning again to see his companions he witnessed Strong Guy pull them up into the cart. Spreading his hands he was happy to see that everyone had made it safely, though a little disappointed to see that they had left him behind. Then again he didn't expect them do to much else, though seeing as his task was done Fracture turned back to the complex.

Shifting the earth up around his body, he cocooned himself in rock wrapping it around his waist, propelling himself up about 20ft into the air on a pillar of rock. Lifting his hands over the ground he sent tremors around the structure. From those fault lines he shook the earth sending wave after wave of force into the walls. The ground shook terribly and the concrete making up the walls cracked and broke splintering to the ground. The more he focused the more the ground shook, eventually he caved in the ground and buried the complex below hundreds of pounds of rock and dirt.

Turning he looked at the transport as it sped away. Smiling he lowered himself down and then launching himself he flew through the air. With a thump he landed on top of the roof of the truck. Almost sliding off he grasped a hold almost pulling his shoulder out of place, Fracture grimaced before righting himself. Coming to the back he swung himself into a seat rubbing his shoulder before looking at everyone. "I'd have to say that we are in the clear, no more weapons for the little green bastards," he said as he leant back against the wall.
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