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| Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close; [X-MEN AND X-FACTOR] | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 28 2012, 01:48 AM (801 Views) | |
| Karma | Jun 28 2012, 01:48 AM Post #1 |
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May 20th Evening In the Aftermath of The Start of Insurgency With Logan down, the impostor in custody, and the dishevelment of all the confusion at Worthington Center, Xi'an was glad to be out of the building. Of course, the city at large wasn't much of an improvement. Local municipal bodies were doing their best to contain the hysteria, but as is often the case when a populace is frightened, it was barely holding if at all. In the shadow of the Skrull Fleet, chaos was gripping New York City. The traffic had been cleared from several lanes to allow emergency vehicles through, but the trip had still been hairy in spots. She turned, pulling off at the exit down into Red Hook. Priority one was to check in with X-Corps and the crew at the old Brownstone. That the group had split surprised Shan, but then being surprised was becoming fairly commonplace in her return. Each X-Man available had been dispatched, with a crew left behind at the building to keep an eye on things there. She only hoped, with the notion of pretenders in their midst, that they'd chosen wisely. And if they had, this trip may have served a dual purpose. To give these impostors a chance to strike at them, to reveal themselves. It was risky, but it was necessary. Warren was gone, Cyclops, Jean, and Beast locked away in the Savage Lands through unknown means. On one hand, it felt good to be in uniform again, on the other, it was already settling on business as usual. She turned down the street, heading towards the XFI building, pulling in and getting out. "We're here." Before she took two steps towards the door, however, something barreled through the sky overhead. A large, odd shaped cruiser, smaller than the massive dreadnaughts hovering seemingly still in the sky, but big enough to be impressive all the same. She tracked it with her head, and then from the corner of her eyes she caught a figure on the roof. He launched himself into the air. "No! You don't kno-" Shrrraaakk! It had all happened so fast, that golden light shooting out of the civilian, it punched straight through whatever shielded the craft, sending it spiraling out of control. The ship twisted in the air, going down before trying violently to go back up, and it crashed through a building, causing the corner of it to lurch in protest before it clipped another, caving in the facade before slamming to the ground in a small park at the end of the street. She shielded her eyes as the light and heat wafted even all the way here from them. Things seemed quiet for a second that lasted far too long, and then Shan realized the shockwave of the crash had knocked her on her feet, the ringing in her ears becoming apparent. She pulled herself to her feet by the side of the car, "Everybody okay?!" XFI already forgotten, she found herself moving towards the crash site at a jog, People were running through the streets, confusion was at a high. Unfortunately, fear was at a far loftier high than that. She put a finger to her earpiece. "Test, test, these things work?" Jeffries had hooked them up with something, small wave transcievers that worked with burst transmissions. The static in her ear was annoying, but it got the trick done, though the frequency had to constantly shift to circumvent whatever the Skrull were using to jam the airwaves. "Any other outbound X-Teams, if you copy, head back towards the park near the XFI BRownstone. We have a situation and we need to lock it down before it gets worse." Buildings in flames, people in the streets, and a U.F.O. dead ahead. Yep. Must be Sunday. |
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| Havok | Jun 30 2012, 04:19 AM Post #2 |
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This was becoming more and more a massive clusterfuck, which was not at all surprising to Alex Summers, who had learned from the moment of his evolution that was to now be his life. Cataclysm after cataclysm, so why was it at all surprising that this was no different. Of course, what was he expecting to happen when a fleet of alien warships appeared over a town with a high population of quick on the draw superpowered beings? "Test, test, these things work?...Any other outbound X-Teams, if you copy, head back towards the park near the XFI BRownstone. We have a situation and we need to lock it down before it gets worse." Karma in the communicators that Jeffries had whipped up for them. The Skrulls may have scrambled radios and tv that was normally generated, but Jeffries was a mutant, and this is what he did. The Skrulls didn't stand a chance against him. "Karma, Havok," he answered, tapping his gloved hand against the radio, "I'm on it. Meet me at the crash site. All X-agents on this frequency, no matter what team you're on, we need to get this situation locked down fast. Last thing we need is for civilians to start taking on these things by themselves. One shot was lucky, but I am going to guarantee that it's going to be the only lucky shot we have." He was down on the road faster then he thought possible, realizing that this was the first time since his highly public 'sacrifice' that he was going to be out on the streets as himself. Hopefully, this would be forgotten in the middle of this other stuff, because he wasn't interested in taking the time to explain things when there was a space invasion going on, one of ships crashing in a fiery crater in the middle of Red Hook. The streets were gridlocked with parked cars, everyone standing around and staring upwards, some of them crying, others panicking, many many angry. Havok felt a secret jolt as he swerved his motorcycle through the traffic that this was finally an attack that had nothing to do with mutants. They were as innocent of this as anyone else. He brought the bike as close to the crash site as he could, the downed ship obviously drawing attention from those on the ground. "I say we charge it!" someone shouted, "We took it down, we can kill them all!" "Stand back, all of you!" Havok shouted, pushing his way to the front of the crowd, "This area is not safe!" "Who the hell are you to--" "Jesus Christ, that's Havok!" "Can't be, he's dead!" "Everyone!" Alex said, holding up his hands and motioning them to move back, "Everyone calm down and move out of this area! We'll handle this!" "Like hell you will!" shouted the rabble rouser. "I don't see any of you so called heroes doing shit!" He looked over his shoulder and said, "Come on, guys! Let's tear these green freaks apart!" The crowd surged forward, shoving Alex backwards, as they charged the flaming yet still mostly intact ship. *THRUUUUUUUMMMMM* Suddenly, a heartstopping sound echoed from the ship, and everyone froze in horror... everyone but Havok, that is. He filled both hands with his power and he shouted, "Get back! GET BACK NOW!" A blast of light suddenly shot from ship, slamming into the crowd, incinerating everyone it touched. It swept the area like a searchlight anyone foolish enough to stay after that met a quick and very painful death beneath the heat ray... except for Havok, because he was immune to heat of all sorts. Bathed in the brilliant silver light, the mutant hero began to fire his blasts in return fire. God, he hoped someone showed up quick. |
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| Nightcrawler | Jun 30 2012, 06:55 AM Post #3 |
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The reverberating hum of the ship buzzed enough to bring the riotous group to a standstill. The War of the Worlds seemed to begin as an disintegration beam fired from the hull of the ship, a brilliant blast of light blazing its way through the crowd. Puffs of dark particles burst into the air in the initial blast, searing through the individuals within its path before the beam crashed into the publicly resurrected Havok. Elsewhere, several people appeared on a sidewalk a few blocks away. Throughout the street, the strafing beam of heat and power went about its hunt. Its path was rather predictable, thankfully, and quick glimpses of a devil-shaped figure wrapping his arms around mutants and humans alike were afforded against the brilliance of the beam. Second after second, there were less living things for the beam to hit. Two blocks away, a group of mutants found themselves on top of a small apartment building, and over the edge three-fingered hands clung to the lip of the rooftop. Wearing thin of the amount of jumps, Kurt miscalculated a slight degree, a few feet nearly sending him over the edge. But he had caught it, his microscopic suction cups clinging to the surface of the apartment complex. The strength of his arms helped aid him from a fall, but as he looked up at the mutant looking down at him, Kurt couldn't help but crack a smile. "Fly, you fools!" Kurt whispered hoarsely, then let go of the edge. He fell several meters before disappearing into a cloud of smoke. The devilishly handsome mutant appeared in the fray again, taking up a position behind Havok. Smirking at his own musings of his words and departure from the other mutants, Kurt offered the energized mutant a grin. "Tag," he greeted quickly. He was yet fully healed from the fight with Yez'led, but Elixir was kind enough to give him his sight back in his one eye that had swollen shut. "I am glad to see that there is one Summers ready to stand on this side of Utopia. I will take care of the rabble. Focus on the ship, not that I need to tell you!" Kurt bounded away, disappearing into another puff of Brimstone. |
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| Hellion | Jul 3 2012, 09:43 PM Post #4 |
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Painfully inadequate. The revelation of what was happening, the ships, the aliens, what they were doing, how it was possible, the attack on Logan, the Bobby Drake impersonator, it was cruel blow after cruel blow. The panic in the eyes of those that were rushing through the streets of New York City gripped by a carnal fear, each passing moment as slow as the next drew on Julian like nothing he had ever expected. In the ride through the city, Keller had fooled himself into thinking that this was a higher calling, what he was born to do, yet such romantic ideas are great when adrenaline was pumping, and the thrill of pandemonium had you spiralling through events without a moments breath. Yet when he sat down, and faced with the odds, when he was given the list of problems, the gravity of the actual situation, the realisation didn't just hit him; it chewed his confidence up and spat it out like a rotten nut. For moments it felt like they weren't moving at all, as if he was watching himself in a movie whilst the young man's anxiety began to take its toll on his thoughts, on his concerns and worries. Why oh why didn't he just run when the time came? He had his chance, he could be half way across the states by now... Nervously Julian lowered his gaze and watched the gloved hand that tapped on his thigh; this was all much bigger than he was. The truth was Julian Keller felt painfully inadequate. So drawn in his own private battle with his confidence, Julian had barely noticed that the vehicle had stopped and Karma was outside before the ground and indeed vehicle shook unnaturally. Confusedly Keller staggered into the street just in time to witness a ship, far smaller than the behemoths that had descended high above careen and crash into the park. Everything seemed to become still as he stood staring at the alien ship as it crashed, everything just seemed so...surreal. Chaos. People crying, grown men throwing each out of the way as they ripped and clawed to get away from the crashed ship, children crying as they clung onto their mothers for dear life, as sirens whirled and vessels high above hummed that constant groan that made every hair on his body stand on end. All he could do was stand and stare. His chest felt heavy, his body numb; there was no way they could stop something like this. No way Julian Keller could stop this. Blink. Blink. Move. Blink. Blink. Move Keller. And he did. Without thinking, without pausing, Julian moved foot after foot, over and over, one following the other pacing into a sprint as he charged to catch up with the others who had already stolen meters on him. Voices calling in his ear, directives that merely formed the chorus of noise that swirled around in his head, as the conflicted youth pushed as much of himself deep down into a black hole as he could and just responded on impulse. Streets crowded, taking too long... Green energies rippled over the man's torso, shimmering around his form as his sprint drew into the air and within a heart beat the man was flying above the heads of those that were fleeing, darting towards the park and the broken ship, ignoring as much of his mind that was telling him to take off and gripping to the very small voice in the back of his head that took him into the air, that got his body moving. *THRUUUUUUUMMMMM* Blasts of energy boomed into the crowds that had dared to go investigate the crashed vessel, wiping away their existences as Julian spotted Havok and arrived just as Nightcrawler splashed into the scene with a spray of mauve. Dropping in alongside the two mutants, Julian was noticeably silent, yet as Kurt spoke of the rabble, Keller's body moved before a thought could hit him. "I'll help." Spinning back, Hellion cast his gaze over the crowd of charred corpses as he once again took off into the sky, keeping low, scanning for any sign of life before he seized on movement, skidding to a stop the man barely looked back as he brought his arms up, holding his hands out as Hellion cast a wall of energy between he and the ship. He watched as the man wrestled the fallen corpse off him, shielding the child he had protected under his body. As Julian caught the man's gaze, no words were needed. No thoughts required. It didn't matter how overwhelming this and everything was, they had to do something. |
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| Siryn | Jul 7 2012, 11:56 PM Post #5 |
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It was getting more difficult to be content in her place with these X-men. Chralla was a young skrull and her temperament had been what had won her this task; she was a natural candidate to take on the role of a hot tempered young X-man. While she was aware that something had happened with her fellow, the young one was keeping on task and staying behind enemy lines, even with the fleet here – if she could just wait and catch them at an especially weak point… Her face contorted a little as she smiled without realising it and managing to change it into a worried grimace, Chralla turned sea coloured eyes that were naturally Theresa's shade, to look at her companions, Hellion especially. No doubt many humans would be disgusted by how she had managed to snare him, but the young man didn’t seem to mind. They reached the crash site in next to no time and the young Skrull followed Hellion out of the vehicle, her eyes wide with shock and awe at the sight of it. She was glad that she did not have to mask her emotions; anyone who saw her face, would not be surprised to see her somewhat distressed by things. It was natural to meet such a sight with fear…but they just would not know that the fear and distress came from seeing one of the proud ships downed. A necessity or not, it caught in her throat all the same. Then, when the heat ray burst forth, Chralla had to truly hide her reaction. Theresa Rourke would be horrified, she would perhaps even think of her mother’s untimely end or be concerned about her father…possibly even both of them. The redhead had a tangled little family and an even stranger extended family. Speaking of which, she spotted a man whom the girl had a lot of respect for and glancing towards Hellion, Chralla touched his arm briefly. “Be careful out there,” the words came out with a cocky smirk before she took to the air, closing the space between herself and Alexander Summers as quickly as possible. Already with the leader of X-Factor was Nightcrawler and it unnerved her still to see him so well after what must have happened with Yez’led. He would not have given in easily, not at all. Flashing the blond man a rather nervous grin, she clenched her fists. Her true desire was to get in the ship; there she would be able to do more than just out here, delaying and distracting where possible. “Hey, Havok,” she spoke quickly. “Guess this is it,eh? Us against whatever the fuck it is happening…the usual then.” Theresa Rourke was not known for her graceful phrasing or manners, after all. |
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| Karma | Jul 12 2012, 02:13 AM Post #6 |
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Things escalated quickly, as things always tended to do, and she banked to the side for cover when the disintegration beam made it's first pass, the sheer intensity of it warming the vehicle at her back. It was in that moment that the insanity of the situation caught up with her, the danger of it all. She had images burning back into her mind, of the school, the screams here echoed the ones there, and then again her mind wandered, this time back to Chicago, where Luna and her siblings were. Should she have left them? What if... no. That was not the right line of thinking, not now, not ever. They had a job to do, and people to protect. She peeked over the hood of the car. The beam seemed to be rearing back for another attack. Up ahead she saw Havok and Nightcrawler. She saw Siryn join them as Hellion lunged forward, saving a life at the risk of his own. She had to match pace, this was a trial by fire for re-entry into an old life, and if she couldn't hack it now, she had no business being here. Her abilities had always leaned towards support, and that had never bothered her, but she knew that whatever one's role, back-row or front, there was no excuse or room to make oneself a liability, and so she cautiously darted forwards. Skidding to a stop she saw another troup approaching the park from another direction, and rolling up next to Havok, she shook her head. "I don't generally like doing this, but watch my back for a second, will you?" Her eyes went glazed as a ring of bright rose and pink shot around her head, her eyes seeing through those of the mob. They stopped short, turning and moving jerkily away as she steered them. One or two, no problem a group of ten? Eleven? That was a little tougher. "I'm steering them away." She said without looking to Havok. "If that gun is automated, we need to get inside and turn it off. If it's not, we need to take out the people firing it." The light receded, civilians half a block away and facing the other direction. She hoped they'd take the hint. "If we were just closer I might be able to sweep the ship, see if anyone's inside, but I've never been too good at that, we need to get closer." The beam weapon fired again, it's droning thrum sweeping along buildings and asphalt in search of further victims. No doubt something would be along to retrieve it, to retrieve any thing or person of importance inside. If they could get to that before these newfound enemies could, it could give them a marked advantage once they got it to Jeffries at the Complex. "I counted Twenty seconds between blasts," She said, looking to Havok and Theresa. "If we sprint we can get inside of its firing arc, find a way in. Maybe you could give it something to aim at, Alex?" She continued. "It didn't seem to catch on that you're immune." She flinched as the gun fired again, prepping herself for the world's quickest Roadie Run ever. |
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| Havok | Jul 13 2012, 10:12 AM Post #7 |
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More were arriving, Hellion helping with the crowd. Havok didn't know the kid well, but fellow soldiers in the midst of battle always knew one another. "I am glad to see that there is one Summers ready to stand on this side of Utopia. I will take care of the rabble. Focus on the ship, not that I need to tell you!" Nightcrawler smirked as he bounded in. Alex spared a moment for a smile and said, "Yeah, Scott will be very unhappy that he missed all the fun." The blasts he had already taken were showing in his eyes, and on the monitor on his chest, which was so full of white circles that it was almost glowing solid. The light behind his eyes was not red, but anyone who knew both of the Summers brothers might finally see a resemblance there where it might not have been apparent before. There was a slightly too eager glee in Alex's face though. He liked the fight, and whether that was because of his selection as War, or the reason his sacrifice was accepted was a matter of conjecture. Terry was suddenly there, and so was Karma with a plan. He'd draw fire while they got inside the ship. Hellion and Nightcrawler would be taking care of the crowd, so it was only a matter of getting this ship secured. He nodded at the wisdom of Karma's plan and said, "I can draw the fire, no sweat, but I will only be able to take so much more before I lose my mind and have to let loose. My storage space isn't infinite." He gave the two young ladies a wink though, and said, "You'll have enough time though if you don't stop to check in on foursquare." He moved to the front of the crowd, facing the ship directly, "Ok, come on, you piece of junk!" he shouted, "I'm still standing! Is that all you got?! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?" He threw a fist out, and blasted out at the ship, immediately drawing a barrage of weapons fire, heat so much damn heat. His hair was curling with it. But it was what he did, who he was, and there was no more denying it. "Ladies, now would be a good time to move!" he shouted over the sound of his powers, of the gunfire, and of war. |
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| Nightcrawler | Jul 14 2012, 07:30 PM Post #8 |
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This was much more like it. Saving people in peril, fending off tyrannical forces, dodging lasers and rescuing damsels, it was the true joy of being an X-Man. Teleporting back and forth, Brimstone smoke appearing in puffs around the civilians, steeling them away to a safe place, it was these moments that they had always trained for. Heroism was a very kosher drug for them all and it was deeply engrained in the devil's demeanor. "The sensation will pass soon, my lady," Kurt said, giving the woman a pat on the back as she lurched. The act of teleporting was never a settling one for first timers, nor even those used to it in repetition. "Just breath and give it a minute, it will be gone soon." Gone in another puff of smoke, Kurt reappeared atop of a nearby building, perched on the lip of the roof. Yellow eyes peered over the scene, the alien ship firing its blazing beam still. Below, his fellow X-ers of various origins were doing their best and giving it their all. Havok's plasmic blasts were the primary counter for the energy beams released by the crashed ship, which afforded them the opportunity to contend against it. Hellion had taken off in a green aura of psychic energy, working to help the crowd -- noticably thinned by now -- escape and protect them from being vaporized. Seeing that brought a smile to the devil's face. He could only wonder if Hellion would join them once again when these bad times were over. "Hellion, make for the ship!" Kurt called out as the crowd was dispersing even more, thanks to the influences of Karma's psionic manipulations. As Havok drew the vibrant attentions of the ship, the energy beam firing at him, the air cried with a hot sizzle of plasma and the sounds of mayhem. Kurt disappeared with another bamf, appearing next to a large gash in the hull of the ship that would be their door. Sparks of broken wiring and pipes danced along the edge, but none appeared to be dangerous. Still, not one to be overly cautious, Kurt made a little hop over the sharp entry way. Micro suction-cups on his appendages clung to the surface, but the feeling was strange. It was a lengthy hallway, dimly lit with a sort of bioluminescent green lighting in the flooring that pulsed. Tilted at an angle, thanks to the way the ship lay on the ground of the park, Kurt looked both ways to confirm their solitude, then popped his head up and out of the wound of the ship, just as the others rushed in. "Ladies," he greeted, offering them both a hand. "Mind the gap, it is a bit of a drop. There does not seem to be anyone in this hall at the moment," he glanced down the dim corridor. "I imagine someone will be along soon, however." |
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| Hellion | Jul 15 2012, 01:09 PM Post #9 |
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The air stank of charred corpses and plasma energy, carnage of bodies and torn trees littered the landscape as Hellion duck and dove leaving a trail of green aura as the young man frantically tried to help those that still could be saved. Grit and sweat slid down his brow as he worked in tandem with Nightcrawler to save the few survivors caught in the destruction, every second and moment counted, it meant another two or three lives, the powerful booming bright blasts of the downed alien vessel served as a constant reminder of that fact . Moments like these were what nightmares were made of, the death toll and level of suffering was overwhelming, yet somehow through an adrenaline fuelled determination, Keller kept his thoughts firmly at the task in hand, lifting one or two more survivors away as quick as he could. With Karma helping to thin the crowds even more, the trio's efforts saved precious lives before the cries of Havok behind them, and the sudden deafening clashes of energies smashing and pulsing drew his attention. It was hard to not be hit with a sense of awe and inspiration, as Julian stood watching, hands squeezed into fists with his eyes fixed on Havok stood defiantly against the beam of burning plasma, returning it blow for blow as the visage of the display truly hit Hellion. The sense of dread flooded his thoughts, survival and sacrifice were two sides of the same coin, and for a while Julian really wasn't sure why he would throw himself into the fire-fight, he was never one for such mindless heroism. His gaze lifted to the two women charging for the ship, settling on the running Siryn, sprinting for the opening carved by Summers. It was then that the dread he felt burning inside him shifted, a sense of duty drawing on a close guarded hope he had thought was buried deep inside his conscience. Keller wasn't here so much to save himself, though he had more than anyone to prove, he could've picked a far better time to do that, preferably where life and death was not a blast away. She...they need me. Words spirited his legs into motion as Kurt cried out for him to get to the ship. "I'm on it!" With everything that had happened in the past few days, the only good that was to come out of it was what he and Terry had shared those few nights ago. Whether it was just heat of the moment passion, years of lust and wonder or whether it was something far less debased and stemmed from a feeling he tried to ignore so desperately as the lost reckless youth clung to the façade of a rich asshole that didn't care about anyone, whatever it was it gave him something. Something to fight for, to care about, to protect. It was things that Julian had struggled with his entire life, yet now at the time of need, he found himself only worrying about her, about them. Love? Julian chose not to even consider the concept for now. Once they were past this, when they weren't being shot at by ET's spaceship and these green imposters were flushed out, maybe then he could sit down and actually take a moment to consider what he really felt about her, maybe they could talk more, settle a few things and who knows... Head in the game Keller! Such things had to wait as he lifted into the air and swooped into the gaping hole that Kurt had disappeared into . Within seconds Julian was behind him, Karma and Siryn, his body shimmering with green as he stepped into the unknown, staring deep into the dark corridor as the German Mutant spoke. "Well here's hoping, I'd hate to be stuck in here without a guide..." Responding with sarcasm Keller lifted a hand out as he strode further into the dark, sparks of electrics and whirling sirens providing a very dim light to their path, as the telekinetic constructed another green force-field ahead to shield him and his companions as they descended into the belly of the vessel. "Why do I feel like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole right now?" |
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| Siryn | Jul 16 2012, 06:49 PM Post #10 |
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Chralla had to hide an expression of disappointment as Karma managed to ‘steer’ a group of people away from the ship. Shame, but then again she expected no less from a member of the X-men, nearly all of whom held such a high regard for life. With that task done, the woman provided a plan and she was only too happy to chime in. “Aye, that should be more than enough time to get inside,” nodding her head, with all of Theresa Rourke’s knowledge within her, the skrull knew that Havok would be only too happy to draw fire and allow them time to get to the downed vessel. The man’s selfless bravery was stupidity to her own natural mind, as was the redheaded mutant’s affection for him for such bravery. Moving as he shouted, Terry’s long legs carried her over to the ship with ease; although the girl could fly, she was physically very fit and in good shape and made it there with relative ease considering the veritable warzone they were currently in. The thought of going in the ship made her feel dizzy; she had to get in there, sabotage the logs or get into the communications system and send a message back to Skrullos or even rig it to blow, taking the surrounding block and more sky high. Entering, she paused in the doorway and inhaled almost gasping with relief to be in the ship, with its familiar surfaces and scents. True, her head was full of the thoughts and memories of Siryn, but at heart, they were skrull. Above her, an unexpected voice came and jumping, almost fell back out of the ship, but then warily took the proffered hand. Giving the blue skinned man the expected cocky grin, she tossed her hair over one shoulder. “Well if they do they’ll be in a world o’ shite, eh?” looking around, Chralla scanned the halls. “Dark, but I can deal wit’ that…fuckin’ dark…” after being trapped in the subbasement in the pitch black, Theresa now had an aversion to darkness despite her ability of sonar and Chralla felt hairs raise up instinctually on the back of her neck. Moving away from the door, Chralla waited as Karma and Hellion entered and squeezed her hands into fists. “Do we split up, or stay in pairs?” the question was a sensible one, one that would not draw too much attention, as well as being on the forefront of her mind; alone they would cover more, but be easier pickings if anyone was there – although Chralla was not worried about that and in pairs they would cover less ground, but be safer…still, if she went with Julian, the skrull felt she would have little to worry about. If she just unzipped Siryn’s suit a little down the front… “We should get goin’ and fast. Alex is stuck out there and…” looking down the corridor in the pretence of having heard something, the skrull faked a shiver. “Lord, I hope we’re alone…” |
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| Nightcrawler | Jul 23 2012, 11:22 PM Post #11 |
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The devil returned the sonokinetic's grin as he aided her into the flickering darkness, welcoming her to the foreign and alien environment that was the crashed ship. Making sure they each individually made it in without harm, Kurt paused to peer over the lip, watching as Havok remained engaged with the vaporizing beam. "Indeed. We will do what we can to persevere with just the few of us. Havok will join us when he is able, I have no doubt." Once they were in, Kurt took a moment to simply breath. He was doing his best not to appear exhausted, but steadily he had grown tired. With fighting Yez'led earlier, dealing with a frozen Wolverine, and now teleporting all over creation through Mutant Town, his heart was pounding and his lungs were desperate for air. Calming himself, Kurt looked about with yellow eyes. The darkness was no issue for him. He could see through the darkness better than most thanks to his devilish mutation and that darkness only shrouded him better in these circumstances. Blending with shadow made him the perfect infiltrator here, where flickering lights would hide his presence from unwanted eyes. "A curious simile, Hellion," Kurt mused as he stepped forward on his two toes, "as there were much more than rabbits down the hole. Perhaps we are more as Ulysses passing into the underworld, seeing the images of those we believed to have rightfully known. Be wary, mein Freunde, for if we are confronted by our friends who we know not to be here..." His hands curled into fists, knuckles still sore from striking the Skrull earlier. "There will be a fight on our hands and I do not expect them to yield so easily." Tail flicking behind him, Kurt regarded the three with him. "Splitting up would allow us to cover the most ground. It would be advantageous to do so, but risky. We do not know what fire power or weapons that would still be online, least of all what powers these Skrull might possess. Siryn, you and Hellion go that way," Kurt motioned with his head. "If you require aid, use the communication devices Box rigged up or, Terry, be as loud as you can and I will come. Hellion, keep her safe and remember your Danger Room lessons." Yellow eyes turned toward Karma. "You and I will go find out how to deactivate the ship's defenses to give Havok a bit of help and to prevent them from launching further attacks on the civilian populace from this ship. Take care, you two. Do us just." With that, the devil turned and bounded on all fours across the floor, fading into the darkness far sooner than someone normally might. |
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