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Chicken Soup For The Renegade Soul; Supply Run Team
Topic Started: Jun 17 2012, 04:43 AM (881 Views)
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After It is Not Adversity That Kills

Night

Peering across the valley at the supply depot, Warpath adjusted himself in the tree that he had scaled in order to get a better look. He noted the sentry positions and movements, before leaping down to the ground where his team awaited. It was motley crew at best. He knew some of them well, but others he barely knew of at all. There were a few X-Men that he had worked closely with that he wished he had guarding his back but the Black Queen was going to need far more firepower than he would.

Still his team was not without its own bright spots. Jubilee was solid, an X-Men that had seen her share of combat and then some. Wallflower may be a little green as far as fieldwork went, but her mutant power would be instrumental in their attack's success. The more covert they could do this the better, and her pheromones could put people down quickly and quietly. Mitch the X-Corper's goo form may not be advantageous in combat, but it could get him in and out of tight places, hopefully undetected. Roadkill the Morlock's hearing would come in handy. The wildcard of the group was the Brotherhooder, Flashpoint. Jimmy knew next to nothing about him. A follower of Magneto wasn't to be trusted completely, though, even with the necessity of working together. He would have to keep him close.

Motioning the group into a semicircle, James began drawing out their attack plan in the dirt. "This is the layout of the complex. The supplies we are after are in the rear in this warehouse. They have sentries walking beats here and here. There's a bunkhouse running parallel to our warehouse. The major problem is the two guard towers located here and here. It will make getting by unnoticed nearly impossible. Unless their eyes are looking elsewhere."

"Here's the plan. Jubilee, Flashpoint, and Wallflower are going to be our distraction. You guys will approach from the south. Jubes, I want fireworks. Light up the night. Icy-Hot, fire up the burners. Laurie, I don't want them thinking. They need to be agitated and hyped up. You guys are, for lack of a better word, our bait. Draw them out and steadily retreat, don't let them flank you. While all of this is going on, I'll take Polymer and Roadkill in from the north. With all eyes on you we should be able to slip in and grab everything we need. We'll rendezvous with you here, and slip away back to the others."

Warpath straightened up and dusted off his hands. "Questions, comments, or concerns?"
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Round One: Mutants, one. Green idiots, zero.

They had made it through the first portion of their escape alive, which was a good sign. The blond had wanted to jump for joy when they got out of that damn prison compound. When the group that had escaped had convened and split into groups, the first thing Laurie did was take stock; so many people had joined them during the battle, and when she didn't see a shock of blue hair or the shine of golden skin, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. That had to mean Josh and Nori were safe and sound. There was no way that they would have passed up the opportunity to escape if they had been captured. After that brief bout of internal joy, it was time to get down to business. They still had a lot of legwork ahead of them, and there was no telling when they could really get off of this godforsaken planet, or how, so first things first; they had to prepare. After they’d taken down the small army that had assaulted them and tried to stop them in their tracks, they’d organized their priorities and split off into small groups to go their separate ways, do their jobs and meet at the rendezvous point when they succeeded.

The team she’d been assigned was the supply run team. Basically, the plan was to invade the Skrull’s supplies for whatever they could find; medicine, food, water, anything that could guarantee their survival in the unfamiliar wilds of this planet for at least a few days. Their team was made up of quite the varying degree of mutant abilities, as well as factions, most of whom Laurie had never met before. She knew Warpath, being an X-Man that she saw on a regular basis, as well as Jubilee, having been someone that she’d spent time with when they were both at Xavier’s. She understood Mitch belonged to X-Corps, and could basically turn into a puddle of goo. Roadkill was a Morlock, so Laurie didn’t really know him at all. And apparently, they had a member of the Brotherhood in their midst in Flashpoint. She was wary of him for obvious reasons, but they were currently all in this situation together. Everyone wanted and needed to get home, and the only way to make that happen was to work together, so Laurie was willing to temporarily put differences aside in order to make it home safely. Though, that wasn’t to say that her guard wouldn’t be up around him.

When they arrived outside the compound they were planning to raid, Warpath scaled a tree and began scoping out the scenario, no doubt analyzing the situation and creating the most fool-proof plan possible. The blond stood behind the tree with the others, trying to remain out of sight, her eyes flickering from one teammate to the other. When Warpath jumped down from the tree and began drawing the layout on the ground, Wallflower switched into X-Mode and listened attentively as he explained the plan. The area they were trying to access was at the back of the compound, surrounded by two guard towers that would undoubtedly see them and give them grief. She, Jubilee and Flashpoint were to be the bait, the distraction to keep the guards’ eyes off of Warpath, Mitch and Roadkill as they got the job done. Her blue eyes met those of her two companions and gave them each a nod, trying to keep her mind open to the idea of working with a mutant terrorist. It was proving difficult, but she would not let prejudices get in the way of returning to her family and friends.

The orders came, and Wallflower nodded. Keep the guards hyped, keep their adrenaline flowing, don’t let common sense sink in. If the guards began thinking too much, their whole plan would backfire. This species was undoubtedly smart, smarter even, perhaps, than they were. Immediately, she began to consider what combination of pheromones to hit them with. Release pheromones combined with alarm pheromones to trigger a quick reaction were clearly the answer, but lacing them with which emotions that would trigger the right behavioural change was the part that needed consideration. Under an hour ago, she had made this same decision in the throes of a fight much quicker and with surprising accuracy, but she chalked that up to the heat of the moment.

Her mind was made up just as Warpath was finished giving the others their orders. They were to draw the Skrulls out and retreat, but keep the guards from following so that the other half of their team could get in, grab what they needed and get out, causing as little fuss as possible. Their rendezvous point would be their point of origin, right where they were standing.

”Questions, comments or concerns?”

The blond shook her head. Wallflower was confident, but not so confident as to get cocky. Anything could go wrong, and she had to be prepared to deal with that; she was prepared to deal with that. Besides, overconfidence had never been something that the toxikinetic had an abundance of. Determination, however, she had in spades.

“Just tell me when, boss.”
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Well, "hi ho, the derio, the cheese stands alone..."

Given the circumstances he actually was beginning to wonder if he did, indeed, reek like cheese, from the looks he was getting from this band of merry men. He should have expected no less from the group given that the ratio of Brotherhood to bleeding hearts was somewhere around 12:1, he couldn't help but be amused that with all the danger of aliens, it still seemed they were expecting him to be the one to drive a knife in their backs.

Meaning, his situation hadn't really changed. He was trusted just as little in the Brotherhood for his taciturn and distant nature. Here behind enemy lines was probably the worst possible place to start warming up in the friendship department. They had a mission. And this one wasn't driven by some political agenda or difference in viewpoints. This was about survival. He decided that words were the least useful thing he had to offer at that point.

He rotated his shoulders, ignoring the shifty eyes glancing in his direction as the one named Warpath laid out their plan of attack, still a bit sore in some places, but it would have to be dealt with. It seemed he would be with the two women of the team, on distraction detail. He listened carefully, gleaning what information he could about who he would be working with. The black haired girl named Jubilee could create explosions of some sort, given the reference to "fireworks", and the blonde, she could manipulate moods, from the description she was either an empath, or possibly her powers were somewhere along the same lines as Rage. Useful, but potentially unpredictable. Barring the slight jab at him with the nickname, the plan seemed rather solid. He quietly glanced at the makeshift map and worked on an approach path. The other two men, he hardly even looked at twice. They would do their part, or die just the same as anyone else who mucked up.

As their leader asked for any questions or comments, his hands calmly moved to his pockets, pulling out the gun he'd pilfered from the prison and a fresh clip, snapping it into place as his eyes finally settled on Warpath.

The click of the magazine was the only response he gave. He was ready.
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The good news was, they'd finally made it out of that damned prison complex and gotten away from that wave of guards. The bad news was that they were still stuck on what, as far as Mitch could tell, was an alien planet. But there were a lot of them and they were powerful, organized, in surprisingly good shape, and ready to strike back. There was exactly one person in this valley whom Mitch knew at all, the pyrotechnic Asian girl code-named Jubilee. Even Jubilee, it turned out, wasn't actually who he thought she was. After a brief and harried introduction he'd discovered that regardless of what he'd thought at the time, the woman he'd met had been a Skrull impersonator all along. Which, among other things, had given Mitch his first clue as to why these Skrulls were taking so many mutant prisoners in the first place. It took some getting used to, though; even though he knew better now, he still kept reacting as though this Jubilee was the same one he'd met during the face-off against She-Hulk and SHIELD, back before the robots attacked Mutant Town, not long before he'd been abducted by aliens. (Not for the first time, it occurred to Mitch that ever since his arrival in Red Hook his life had become something of a pastiche of themes from science-fiction action-adventure movies. He'd never really been a fan of the genre, truth be told; after six months of captivity he was still less so. He didn't much care for war movies either; he'd seen too much of war for that. He enjoyed police procedurals, though.)

The rest of them were strangers. But they were strangers on his side, and that was the only thing that mattered. He'd met a few Morlocks back before the Purifier mess, when he was delivering care shipments to their tunnels, but this Roadkill guy wasn't one of them. Flashpoint was a Brotherhood member, and as far as Mitch knew Sanctuary was still at war with every human government on Earth... which as far as he was concerned made Flashpoint an enemy combatant. Mitch tried not to think too much about whether breaking him out of prison counted as giving aid and comfort to the enemy; right now they needed every gun that would point in the right direction. Wallflower and Warpath were both veterans of the Xavier Institute, it turned out; he wondered if they knew what had happened to the place. If not, Mitch wasn't going to be the guy to tell them, at least not when everyone needed all their focus to pull off this job.

Not that Warpath seemed like the sort of guy who would lose his focus on the mission even if someone set his clothes on fire; that dude was fierce. Mitch liked him, and having him in charge of this little expedition made him feel more confident that they were actually going to make it out of whatever crazy Sci-Fi Channel scenario they'd all gotten stuck in.

"Nossir," he replied curtly. "Let's do this thing."

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When the captives all collaborated, cooler heads had prevailed to bring about some sense of concerted effort at escape. Nick of course let the Type A’s handle the delegating, and it didn’t come as much of a surprise that he offered up his particular skill set and services at doing what he had always done best. Scavenging.

A mutant that went by the name of Warpath was heading up the scavenging expedition. While other groups went to scout the terrain or to retrieve certain types of weaponry and other various imperative elements of the escape mission, Roadkill and the others with him were on the lookout for things of a far more practical nature.

As far as Roadkill was concerned, Warpath seemed like a fine leader. He stepped up next to the one named Polymer, and looked over at him with black eyes from beneath the shadows beneath the brim of his hat. He didn’t know anything about the guy he was working with, at all. Nick considered himself a pretty good judge of character, and seeing how he was unobserved for a moment he just watched him, sensing the focused way that he listened to their orders and smiling a little at his obedient response.

“Sounds like we have a plan,” he said over Mitch’s shoulder. “Looks like it’s you and me, yeah?” If the two of them were going to be working together, they might as well get introduced. “Name’s Roadkill,” he said with a hand extended to the young man. “Looks like we’ll be workin’ together on this one.” He leaned in. “Don’t let the blindness fool you. I’m about as sneaky as they come.” He winked. “Come on,” he said. Then he stopped and felt around a little. “Which way is north again?”
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Once everyone had broke free of the prison, the large group split off into smaller ones each with a different task. The team that Jubilee was situated with held the responsibility of raiding a complex for any supplies that would keep the whole of them alive. After being away for so long, it felt good to be back in a group, especially with two old faces that she had not seen in an even longer time. Jubilee moved from her position under a tree over to where Jimmy began drawing up a rough layout of the building.

The terrain felt like it was earth, but some of the plants she had seen were unlike anything from reality. She was working under the assumption that they were marooned on some alien planet that happened to have a breathable atmosphere. It made sense really. Their captives were literally little green men… well maybe not little, but the other two adjectives still applied.

The plan was for a couple of them to cause a ruckus while the rest snuck in unopposed. Jubilee smirked when her fireworks were called on. “As usual,” she said. The woman could a lot of damage with her powers when she wanted to. But this did not exactly call for damage, not right off the bat anyway. She hoped that she would not spook some large and menacing creature from its slumber with all the popping and crackling that would be going on.

The last thing they needed was to contend with the planet’s beasts along with its sentient species. Jubilee instinctively lowered her shades. The only problem is that they were not on top of her head and that made her frown. “I miss my gear. Those snotgoblins are gonna get it good. I’m ready to do this.”

With no questions asked, Jubilee headed off with the others to get things underway.
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Warpath nodded to each of the team's responses. He grimaced at Roadkill's query about which direction north was. "Just stick close to me and everything will be fine." He turned to his distraction team. "Give us fifteen minutes or so to get into position. Then light 'em up."

15 minutes or so later...

The slight whine of spinning vibranium turned into a sickly crunch as Warpath's thrown knife embedded in the base of the skull of a sentry who was getting to close to where they were hiding. Warpath was already on the move, grabbing him before he fell to the ground and gave a tell-tale thump. Gently letting the Skrull slip to the ground, Warpath dragged him over to the bushes and hid him before returning to Polymer and Roadkill.

"Shouldn't be long now," he whispered, thumbing the edge of his knife tensely. This is why he loathed being in charge. You didn't just have to worry about what your specific job was. You had to worry about the whole plan. You had to worry that something may have happened to the other group. No to mention he was having to think about the three other groups that had split off to complete their respective missions. It was miserable. Where was a Summers when you needed them?

Out of nowhere the sky lit up to the south. Warpath sighed in relief. "Alright, time to move," he said and began creeping toward the supply depot.
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"Pleased to meetcha," Mitch replied to the implausibly named mutant. "Mitch. Or Polymer, if you're into codenames, which I'm not." The guy seemed cool enough, though they didn't really have time to get to know each other. Further introductions would have to wait, though, as their team lead was already heading out.

After fifteen minutes or so of stealthy movement, Mitch had to admit that Warpath was impressing the hell out of him. He could move pretty stealthily when he needed to, flowing along the ground as an animated puddle was good for that, but the hard-bitten mutant made even less noise than he did. Even with his enhanced scent and hearing, Mitch wasn't sure he'd be able to track the guy if he was trying to hide; the Skrull guards wouldn't stand a chance. Nor, indeed, did they; the alien sentry went down sweet as 20-year-old Scotch, and they were on their way in.

Identifying food by scent was a bit of a challenge under the circumstances; wherever they were, nothing quite smelled right here. Mitch had noticed that over the course of the last few months, but he'd assumed it was an attribute of the prison he'd been kept in; now that they were outside it was becoming increasingly clear that, no, actually, everything smelled wrong. He didn't know where he was, exactly, but it certainly wasn't anyplace he'd ever been, and judging from the comments he'd overheard people making he was beginning to seriously suspect that it wasn't even on a planet he'd ever been on before. None of which he had much time to think about under the circumstances. The one advantage he had was that he'd been spending the better part of a year eating the gunk these scaly green sous-chefs were preparing, which made it easier for him to identify food supplies by smell.

He didn't actually sniff the air; in his goo form he didn't have to. The air was always touching his stretched-out pseudopolymer "skin", several square meters of surface that functioned like the world's largest nose. He just pointed in a direction as they approached the temporarily unwatched supply depot. "That way, I think."

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As it turned out, Warpath seemed to be perfectly suited to the task. In many ways his no-nonsense type of attitude reminded Roadkill of a certain admired Morlock leader, and despite his own initial jest he took to the task of attaining medical supplies and nourishment with a serious and single-minded focus. Shaking hands with his partners in crime, Roadkill smiled broadly. “Polymer it is then.”

What came next was an impressive display of stealth all around. Roadkill was always silent as a shadow, scarcely making a noise as he moved. He tracked Warpath, but not without difficulty. The man seemed to intuitively know where to move, his body instinctively stepping in the right place and with the right rhythms. There was more than one time that Roadkill thought he might have lost him if it wasn’t for his somatic sonar.

As far as he was concerned Polymer seemed all right overall. He did make a strange almost rubbery sound when he stretched his skin, but generally the three barely made a sound. Roadkill leaped up onto a craggy outcropping, his nails digging in as he made his way along its surfaces quietly. They traveled this way for some time, and Roadkill took a reading around him when they stopped. Warpath turned to them, his voice harsh and tense despite being scarcely louder than the rushing wind.

At the signal, they were off. Roadkill verified Polymer’s suggestion. “That’s it,” he nodded, his senses stretching out as far as they could in the strange open ground. He could feel the shaking somewhat from an explosion to the south and from what he could tell the distraction was working nicely. “Not sure it’s gonna be fried chicken and mashed potatoes, but it will keep the strength-“ His words cut short as he heard a strange language. Holding up a hand unnecessarily he listened as one of those things spoke into some sort of communicator. For the time they were hidden, but the key here would be to get rid of this one before he could sound any kind of alarm.

Roadkill was built for this sort of thing. With deliberate slowness he scaled up the side of a rocky formation and made his way closer to the green creature. At one point he stopped, positive that he was going to be seen as the creature looked around. But it never looked up, and before long Roadkill was positioned conveniently right above him. He dropped down, nails digging in as he knocked the creature off of his feet and his tail snaked around its neck, constricting with increasing force until the creature stopped moving.

Already his hands were searching the pockets, pulling out a blade of some sort, and what he believed was some sort of gun. The communicator was worthless to him, but he cocked his head as some sort of strange babbling sound kept streaming out of it.
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Fifteen minutes, right. It was hard as heck trying to tell time without a watch and stranded on some strange alien world. Once the group splintered off, Jubilee began counting away the time aloud. Once those fifteen minutes were up, she and the others would provide the distraction needed for the infiltration group to slip in unnoticed and get out safely with the much needed supplies. Jubilee wondered what sort of food these green beans ate. The paste they served in the cells was hopefully no indication. She assumed that the inhabitants dined on stuff that was a hundred times better. That was usually how it went with prisons. The captives got crap while the capturers dined like friggin kings and queens. All the thinking about food made the woman lose count. “Frick.” They would just have to guesstimate.

Time for a plan. Jubilee looked up to the sky with its odd coloring then back ahead. “So here’s the plan: I’ll light up the sky to get their attention. Once the wrinkle chins come running, Flashpoint will freeze the ground making it hard for them to walk. While they are more concern with not falling flat on their butts, Laurie you pump them full of paranoia toward each other.” It was going to chaos, glorious semi-controlled chaos. She was confident that three of them would be handle to handle however much the aliens try to throw their way. Soon, they reached the west side of the complex that was surrounded by high trees and other foliage. She hoped that none of the plant life was living. Well all plant life was living. She hoped that none of it was sentient. In her experience with alien planets, meaning video games and comics, the plants were always alive.

A couple more minutes passed by and Jubilee looked to the others. “That felt like fifteen minutes right?” A large orb of light and heat formed in her hand. “Get ready.” The woman took a couple of steps forward, pulled her arm back, and then flung the orb straight into the air. The energy traveled just past the treetops before exploding in a myriad of colors and sparks and whistles. The sentries patrolling ground level reacted immediately while the towers’ spotlights focused on where the explosion came from. Jubilee then realized something. “Wait a minute… we’re a distraction.” That meant every one of the aliens would be after their heads in overwhelming forces. “Maaan I hate this plan!”

She heard the alien chatter growing closer and closer. Come on, just a little bit more. “Now!” Jubilee ordered once the guards were in perfect position.
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Joshua kept his pace close behind the X-Factorite, gun drawn and at his side, with the girl taking up the rear. Thanking whatever fates existed in this forsaken place that words were kept to a minimum. The last thing he wanted to deal with was "chat". When they had reached rather thickly wooded area, they came to a stop as Jubilee laid out her ideas for their next course of action. It seemed that it would work as far as getting their attention, and keeping the ones busy that would come to investigate.

But that was the problem. Too simple. A random show of fireworks would be so random, so out of place that any military operation would easily be able to tell that it was meant to get their attention. A small squad might be sent, but it may not be enough to get the entire base riled up enough. What they needed was to make sure that it was something that couldn't be ignored.

"Well enough." he nodded. "But make sure you catch some of the trees with those "sparks" of yours. In fact, all off them, the ensuing fires may add some extra debris for our withdrawal. This needs to be big for the others to slip in unseen as long as possible." He then holstered his gun as his skin began to turn slightly blue. Turning to the girl, Wallflower, he continued. "When they approach, we need go into a slow retreat, pulling them further away. Paranoia isn't exactly species-exclusive, so do you have any extra firepower for the ones who might come after you? A "sleep-mode", perhaps?" He was certain that the older woman wouldn't approve of his next sentence, but he kept his cold and grim composure. After all, she had her own arsenal to protect her. "I hope you ladies weren't planning on us getting out of here with our hands clean. If you need it, I have an extra pistol."

His breath, as well as his entire body was beginning to give off a fine, frosty mist as his skin became the color of fine porcelain. He pushing his thermokinetic abilities to their maximum with this initial burst. He'd need some time before he'd be able to use them again. Suppression fire was going to have to be his next move. Luckily, the woods were thick enough to provide plenty of cover. But if the girl didn't have a way of further defending herself, it did make her the weakest link tactically. She may be an X-Brat any other day, but tonight, she was a member of his squad, a fellow soldier-in-arms. And having to keep an eye on her would weaken his focus on their true enemy.

"Get Ready..."

Keeping his ears open for Wallflower's response, he quickly walked ahead of Jubilee and knelt down, holding his hands palms open above it. If he shoved them in at a slightly 45-degree angle, the cold wave he was generating would fan out in front of them, leaving their retreat path both clear and unfrozen. "Depending on how this goes, we'll need to watch both flanks." He whispered just loud enough for the two of them to hear. "The extra lighting from the fires should help us spot any pincer attacks."

"Now!"

He slammed the heels of his hands into the ground and shoved every last bit of thermal energy he'd been building up into it. The effect was swift as crystals of ice raced along the ground, covering the ground and reaching up the trunks of the woodland surrounding them, spider-webbing halfway up the flora. But most of it had been concentrated on surging to their opponents. The ice managed to even snag the forerunners of the attackers and hold them fast around their legs before continuing on for a good fifteen feet, causing the stragglers to slip.

Three forerunners... he assessed as his skin returned to it's original color and drew his gun, a bit of hair from his bangs falling over his eyes.

BANG! BANG! BANG!
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Teams were created, orders were given, and it was time to do the job that they came here to do, and get the heck off of this planet. Wallflower followed closely behind Jubilee and Flashpoint, bringing up the rear of their train. As they snuck quietly through the trees and towards their mark, Jubilee explained her plan, which Laurie agreed would be best. Jubilee would set off some fireworks to grab the guards' attention, Flashpoint would use whatever skills he possessed to keep the guards at bay, and Laurie would provide the pheromones to keep the Skrull confused pumped full of adrenaline. Of course, she would jump in to take out a few guards if necessary. There was really no subtle way to go about this, they just had to get in and get out as quick as they could to ensure their safety.

Flashpoint, however, had some valid concerns and ideas. There was no telling if some guards may not be affected by her pheromones, or if she may miss some in the heat of the situation. And if some of the guards knew it was her who was tampering with them, they could gun after her. However, she was confident in her ability to control this species. She'd done pretty well so far. The blonde nodded in response to his query. "You don't need to worry about me. Paranoia may not be species-exclusive, but I'm pretty sure even these idiots have to sleep. So I tap into that feeling, amplify it and knock them out. I may look helpless, but I assure you I'm anything but. And I've got pretty accurate target lock too, so don't worry about being affected by it either."

With the concerns out of the way, they continued on their path, and the toxikinetic went over which pheromones to unleash in her head. Releaser pheromones and signal pheromones to trigger a quick behavioural change, and instill the ‘fight or flight’ mentality. Those, laced with adrenaline and fear would keep their enemies on their toes, jumpy and irrational. If she’d need to, she could turn them on each other again, or simply put them to sleep if all else failed.

When they neared their mark, she took a quick glance around to survey the situation. She could only see a few guards, but no doubt they would come running in droves at the sound of whatever alarm they would undoubtedly set off once Jubilee did her thing. Her old school friend then stopped, turned around and locked eyes with them. This was it. All Laurie could do in that moment was hope that this mission would be a success, and that all of their missions from here on out were successes, so she could get back home to Josh. She needed to see his face again.

God, I hope everyone is okay. I don’t even know what’s happening at home. I feel so useless. Did Scott manage to fix the forcefields? I never gave my mom her birthday card. Did Josh get back from New York? Oh my god, has he kissed my imposter? Oh man, I hope not. If he did… whoever the imposter is, I’ll take her down myself.

”Get ready.”

Breaking out of her reverie, Wallflower shot a sideways glance towards Flashpoint, who moved forward to take position. The blonde nodded towards him to acknowledge that she had heard him, and her blue eyes fell upon Jubilee once again as she shot her first orb of energy into the sky, exploding with a thunderous crack. The sparks fell on the trees and lit up the area around them.

”Now!”

Play time. Immediately, Wallflower jumped into action. As the ice spread forward from Flashpoint’s position, the blonde took a stance next to him and picked out her targets. Every guard that she could see would be affected, as she made sure to note the body chemistries of her teammates and exclude them from her pheromones’ path. With her eyes locked onto the surrounding Skrull guards and their brain chemistries recognized, Wallflower released the toxins. Surrounded by a faint, sparkling yellow glow that slithered towards every Skrull guard and warrior on the premises, the blonde filtered through her arsenal and sent feelings of adrenaline and fear shooting towards her enemies. She would have to keep a constant hold on her targets for a while, as signal pheromones were known to dissipate quickly.

The effort she was putting behind her power was evident, as her eyes began to glow the same sparkling yellow hue as her pheromones. The change in their behavior was almost immediate. Beforehand, the guards had been charging towards their location in a calm, but forceful manner. Once her pheromones worked their way into their chemistry, chaos ensued. Fear struck on their faces, and they appeared to lose the ability to think clearly. With the addition of the black ice from Flashpoint, the guards began slipping and falling all over themselves unexpectedly.

However, not every Skrull was fooled by the ice, and some managed to catch their balance. With the adrenaline that Wallflower was pumping through them, they hurled themselves into the team’s direction. Flashpoint took out the first three with his gun, but they were flanked by four more. Quickly switching gears, Wallflower let go of the fear and adrenaline, which would now remain in their systems for at least thirty more minutes, and instead began to release the feeling of amplified fatigue. The guards she targeted were on their knees in three seconds, faces planted on the ice in four.

She continued to target every Skrull that was charging them, whose brain chemistry she could sense around her with fatigue so as to stop them in their crazed, adrenaline-fueled tracks. The blonde whipped her head around to Jubilee after taking down three more, eyes still ablaze, never once relinquishing control over her power. “Now’s a good time to fall back, yeah?”
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Warpath grunted his approval at Roadkill's quick takedown. He let Polymer lead the way to the supply shed but took the lead to slowly open the door. It creaked slightly as it opened, but the shed seemed empty. "Right, then," Warpath spoke slightly louder once they were inside. He shook out several makeshift bags to help them carry their wares. "Grab whatever we think may be useful. If you aren't sure about something show it to me or leave it. I've had to find out the hard way that a lot of the Skrull food doesn't sit well with us, and I've got a pretty strong stomach."

He ripped open a box on top of a large stack and made a face as he was greeted with the sight of a dark green fruit. "Ugh. Leave this stuff alone. I had a few of these once and had diarrhea for a week straight afterwards. Whatever this is doesn't agree with the human anatomy." He shuddered as he placed the box back on top and moved to another stack. The next one was more of a success. It was filled with a dried blue fruit that James popped into his mouth. "I like these. Taste sort of like an apricot." Picking his way through the piles Warpath added some boxes to his bags and refrained from others. He became aware of how full it was becoming.

Moving along from the food, James made his way over to what he assumed was medical supplies and other odds and ends. Because he couldn't read Skrull and hadn't much familiarity with that type of supplies, he just put in a little bit of everything and hoped that Doctor Nemesis would be able to figure out something useful to do with it all. But having run out of room, he was now carrying several boxes in addition to his bag. It would make escaping through the jungle very difficult if he did not come up with something else.

His dilemma was solved by a tarp covered vehicle in the corner. It wasn't as nice as some of the other transports he had seen, but it had a large, open space in the back that they could use to stuff more supplies into. For some reason it reminded James of the old beat up pick up trucks that people would sell trinkets or food out of back on the reservation in Arizona. James slung his bag and boxes into the back and motioned for the other two to do the same. He studied the cab carefully. "Doesn't exactly look like a stick shift but I may be able to figure it out as we go. You boys feel like going for a ride?"
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Mitch stopped moving as alien voices became audible, and watched admiringly as Roadkill took down the sentry. The food stores weren't especially well-guarded, still less so with the pyrotechnic distractions that the other two were providing, but all it would take was one called-in alarm to change that in a big way. Granted, if Mitch was going to go down on this crazy planet he'd rather go down fighting, but he'd much rather make it back home in one piece. Or, well, in multiple pieces was OK too, as long as they all worked. He took a moment to pick up the sentry's dropped communicator and toss it as far as he could away from the body and their path, figuring that if anyone tracked the device it might take them a few extra minutes to find the body and figure out what was going on. Then he rejoined the other two.

"Too much information," he muttered barely audibly as Warpath gave the green fruit two thumbs down, then busied himself with pulling boxes and sacks of palatable items off the shelves. He didn't bother with containers, just piled everything onto his own flattened-out body; when he was done he could wrap around the whole mess like a rubber ball and roll his way out, he figured. He'd done it before, though admittedly never with quite this large a load, and he wasn't looking forward to what such treatment would do to the food. Still, it was better than starving, and what was the alternative?

It didn't take long for Warpath to find an answer to that question, though, and Mitch gratefully dumped his load of bags and crates into the vehicle's cargo area. "Beats carrying an entire mess tent on our feet, that's for damned sure," he replied to the team leader's question. "Or, well, y'all's feet," he corrected himself, since he'd been footless since he started this supply run. "Course that's gonna toss stealth out the window; we're gonna need our gunners."
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For the most part Roadkill let his own senses be the best judge as he rooted around for sacks of food. There was no telling how long they were going to have to stay here, but not having to worry about food was important to their strategy-no matter what it was. And as far as he could tell this was going to be a one-time shot. Bringing the alien fruits up to his nose he sniffed them, and even took a few very small curious nibbles on some of it before he decided which ones to keep.

After today’s raids they were not going to have such an easy time finding any kind of supplies. He’d bet money on it.

Hefting several large bags, he took them over to the vehicle and tossed them in the back. A strange smell caught his attention and he knelt down next to a couple of metal boxes, unfastening the lock with clawed fingers and popping open the lid. There were glass bottles of something, along with what appeared to be various sizes of bandaging and some other implements that he wasn’t sure he wanted to know about.

Whatever.

They’d sort it all out later. Grabbing three of the boxes he headed over to the vehicle and hopped in. “Guess I shouldn’t bother askin’ if this thing’s got any tunes in it,” he said. Mitchell was right. They had no chance of making a sneaky exit in this thing. “Now somethin’ tells me Warpath here has that all planned out,” he said to Mitchell. “Course, I been wrong before…but maybe we could use this if we had to.” He held out the strange weapon he’d found. “You trust a blind boy from Mississippi to shoot?”
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